Then he found the base and the little ring of ridges around it. He circled it with his thumb and index finger, playing it like he would play the tip of Evander’s cock.
He teased, pushing just a little too hard, rubbing just a little wrong, loving how it made Evander growl. “Take care, lethean.”
“Oh, I am. I am taking very much care.” In fact, Corbin was taking an enormous amount of care with this glorious specimen, this Lord of the Hunt who somehow belonged to him and his pleasure and his need.
The motion inside him grew faster, and he was fascinated, his lips open and parted as they created an ever-widening spiral of need.
Evander pushed two fingers inside him, moving deeper than those thumbs ever could. Opening him up until he thought he might scream and finally had to let go of his prize and grab for the wall again because he needed to be able to balance himself as his toes left the floor.
Corbin was wet, hot, and ready. And when Evander finally sank that hard cock deep inside him, he thought he might justexplode from sparkly joy. Or maybe leafy joy. Cosmo was really the sparkly one.
A low chuckle sent shivers down his spine, even as Evander bit down on the nape of his neck. “I really don’t want you to be thinking about your brother while we’re together like this.” A long, slow thrust of Evander’s hips punctuated the words.
“Mm-mm. No, I can understand that.” His eyes rolled back in his head as Evander hit that place deep inside him that managed to make him see stars.
Evander began to move faster, over and over. “This is just about you and me, us together, mating.”
Corbin panted for breath, his cock as hard as it had ever been in his life. “Us,” he wheezed, “just us.” Pleasure was curling up from the base of his cock and his ass, rising, his spine and through his belly, and he knew it was going to burst in his brain soon.
Evander surrounded him, pressing against him. So tall and broad and perfect, and he could see the shadow of those antlers on the shower wall. He could hear the crazy sound of the water hitting them, a completely different texture than everything else in their bodies.
One big hand splayed low on his belly, and Evander reached down for his cock. Corbin pressed back as hard as he could. He didn’t have a lot of leverage on his feet, so he used his hands, knowing there was no way Evander was going to let them slip.
The move caused him to cry out because it sent a shock through his whole body when they slammed together. Evander moaned against his neck. It sounded deep, husky, not a growl really, but certainly something not human.
“Knot me, damn it. I need your knot right now,” Corbin shouted, hoping no one else was around to hear him. Which was ridiculous, of course no one was, this was his house. That was what happened when you lived with dragons, though, andespecially when you lived as part of a set of triplets. Somebody was always there to hear something.
“Anything, Corbin, anything for you, my love.” The words were guttural, and he literally felt Evander swelling in that knot, engaging fast and hard, like it was a creature of its own mind.
Wailing, he hung on for dear life, clamping down with his inner muscles, wanting all the friction he could get. And, all the while, Evander stroked his cock, pulling and tugging, giving him heat and need, almost too much roughness but just enough.
The spider plant that hung on the window by the shower started to grow, its tendrils curling around the windowsill over and over. Evander laughed because clearly he could see it out of the corner of his eye as well.
“Look at you grow,” Evander told him, teeth digging in where his neck met his shoulder.
“I feel you grow.” He gasped, trying to get more of everything: the heat, the water, the feel of Evander inside him, all around him.
Wild laughter, like the sound of thunder, bounced off the walls, and Evander slammed into him, filling him so deep that he knew they would never come apart. Seed burst out of him, painting the wall in the shower, his cock dancing and jerking, even as his ass gripped Evander in a tight vise.
The sound of Evander’s curse, a particularly rude fae word, landed against the side of his neck, and Evander thrust twice more before filling him with jets of wet heat. He took it all, hoping to hold it inside, wanting every bit of Evander to be his.
Locked together, they sank to their knees on the floor of the old tub, and Evander waited for the water to run for a few more minutes before he put the plug in the bottom and let the tub start filling up.
He sighed, “Melted, love. That was wow.” It had been amazing and intense and wild.
Corbin thought pregnancy sex was so much more fun than heat sex…
He wasn’t sure Evander would agree, but…
“Oh, I so do.” Evander chuckled against his skin. “Heat sex left me feeling so wrung out I wasn’t sure I’d survive it. This was pure pleasure. No driven desperation.”
“That’s what I thought too.” Corbin patted his mate on the leg. “And now we get to soak and cuddle and then… eat? I could eat after this.”
Evander just nuzzled him, laughing, the sound deep and warm and pleased. “You know I can always eat.”
“I do. You run it off a lot,” he teased.
“I work out one way or the other,” Evander agreed, rocking them together once more for show.
