His fingers combed through my hair as I bobbed my head working him hard, knowing this wasn’t going to be a drawn out affair. With our need to hurry and three men waiting — and potentially listening — on the other side of this room, this was going to be quick and dirty, and Myel and I both knew it.
“Yes!” he hissed. He was close, straining not to come right then and there. Instead, he pulled my face away and knelt to give me a long kiss.
“Your turn,” he breathed, nodding toward the bed. I sat and Myel tore my pants down, opening my legs to press his lips to my already drenched core. He didn’t need to repay my oral favor. His arousal had transmitted to me through our bond, so I was more than ready to take his thickness, but this was Myel, always so giving.
He devoured my folds, licking my seam and sucking my clit, before slipping two fingers inside me to stroke my G-spot. And when I came — as quietly as I could, biting my lips and panting through desperate moans — he drew back and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around him as he pinned me to the wall, then he drove his thickness into me, thrusting hard.
Oh yeah.
There was something about a rough fuck with no pretense. Pure unadulterated sex.
We were both desperate, and neither of us were as quiet as we probably should have been, cutting off cries and trying to keep our moans to a dull roar, but it wasn’t easy.
Then Myel exploded inside me as he let out a long groan, eyes wide.
I pulled back to watch him come. I loved his “O” face, so pure and exulted. All that dark hair tumbling over his deep, soulful eyes.
I gave a clipped cry as a second orgasm hit me, straining my body. Every muscle tightened, my legs around his waist clenched like a vise.
We stayed like that, frozen, statues in the throes of passion as we finished.
When Myel moved, easily carrying me, he turned toward a door, which I took to be an ensuite. I leaned down to whisper in his ear.
“No, put me on the bed.”
“But—” he began.
I knew what he was going to say, how much of a mess he was going to make when he pulled out.
That’s why I wanted him to put me on the bed. I wasn’t the biggest fan of Safir right now. Let him deal with the aftermath of our ecstasy.
“I insist,” I breathed into his ear. Hopefully, no one else would hear.
Myel hesitated, then shifted and took me to the bed, setting me down before pulling out and… yup, good luck cleaning those sheets.
Did I feel bad? Maybe a teensy bit. Though mostly I regretted that Safir wouldn’t be sleeping any more tonight. We’d probably be leaving right away.
Myel brushed some sweat-damp hair from my neck and kissed my pulse.
“May I?” he asked, breathy.
Oh right, he needed to feed. Myel had a disease, which meant he needed blood to survive, and since we werebondedmy bloodwas all he wanted. Apparently, I tasted great and everyone else was shit.
I nodded and he bit into me, humming with delight as he drank. He didn’t take much, enough to last him the couple of days I’d be gone. Then he drew back and I healed myself with little effort.
Now it was my turn to ask for something.
“Hold me, for a bit.”
Myel smiled softly and curled up behind me on the small bed. Time was short but snuggle time with Myel was nearly as good as sex. The bond ensured we both loved fucking, but it also made sure we wanted to be close. No drug could compare to the serene bliss of being in Myel’s arms. Even with the world going to shit around me, I always felt so damned good being held by him.
So, I gave us a few minutes of cuddling, for me, and for him, and for the bond, before I sighed and wiped myself off with more of Safir’s sheets, then got dressed.
Time to go.
“I love you,” Myel whispered as he dressed in record time — must be a shifter thing — then hugged me again from behind.
I still hadn’t said those words to Myel, and frankly, given the bond and our permanent attachment, I probably should, but when I opened my lips to speak, what came out was:
