He caged me in with arms on either side of my shoulders, letting my legs fall limply to his sides. His cock didn’t soften right away, though, still speared into me, twitching with every beat of his heart. Our breathing synchronized, and he sagged a little, tense face softening. “You’re spectacular.”
The way his torso bobbed in tune to his fierce breaths, the way sweat glistened, and the gentle way he watched me with utter wonder in his eyes. “You fall apart. You’re wild. You accept me.”
His breathless compliments brought a fire to my cheeks I couldn’t bid away. “I shouldn’t need to ask,” he said, gesturing along my stomach. “But you enjoyed yourself?”
I touched my lips, fingertips trailing the spent seed still sweet on my mouth. “So very much.”
He flexed, shoulders tensing, cock jerking inside me to stir my insides. The flex made me whimper, made me harder, made me moan.
“Wh-what are you?” I stared up at him, hunger growing in his amber eyes.
“Do you want more?” He rocked his hips, stirring me up. My cock gave rise to the occasion, and I breathed through a harsh shiver brought on by his intensity.
“How do you—” I moaned as he leaned down to kiss at my neck and collarbone, letting his hips take the lead.
“A little magic, a little impatience, and a whole lot of attraction.” He groaned through an involuntary sensation, hips snapping taut against me.
“Again.” The word sawed free of me, grinding in my throat. I locked my thighs over his hips, drawing him flush to me and angled, coaxing every inch of him to touch a spot more obscene than the last. So, when he didn’t touch my cock that time, I reached forward to take my own. With lightning speed, he reached between us and nudged my hand away, leaving my cock a rapidly hardening pillar of desperation. “N-no!”
“What’s the safe word?” He stared me down as he grasped my wrist and pinned it above my head. The lean lines of my stomach stretched, the muscles burning from the new use.
“Silk… Pinch if I can’t.” The words escaped my lips in a choked haze. “K-keep going.”
“Good boy.” Gre rewarded my memory with a soft kiss before ensnaring my other hand again. Ordinarily, I didn’t like being restrained or held back. I didn’t care for being denied my release, but his reminder that I could call it at any moment made the restriction a voluntary exercise in willpower. If I had a drop of cum to give, I’d be surprised, but the longer I denied myself, the more certain I was that I ached with a fullness more than I’d possessed when we initiated.
“G—gonna make me come untouched?” I whimpered in sick pleasure at the thought of it.
“I might.” His grip intensified, and his hips slammed in, body working in practiced ways that drew my eye. The way his abdomen moved, his muscles clenched and body flowed like water over the smooth stones of a creek made my cock scream for attention. He was beautiful, exotic in an understated sort of way, and desperate to watch me spill again and again in a way no alpha had taken me before. He made me feel like a person, more than someone’s receptacle, more than an experience or a moment. He made me feel desired.
Lost in that moment, I clenched my insides, angling my hips as I hung on with his thrusts. If I couldn’t touch my cock, I’d force him into giving me an orgasm the worst way, prostate alone. Those orgasms were the hardest, blinding, satisfying and the ones that left my balls sore for days.
“None of that, either. Be a good little hellspawn and stop fighting it. Let me give it to you at my pace.” Gre’s hoarse whisper made my body twitch, cock surge with want, and insides twist. His eyes flared with magic, and I wasn’t sure what to do. I could chase my orgasm, surrender to him, or fight him every step of the way.
In the talk we’d had prior, I knew he wanted submission, but as to the nature and complexity of it, I was uncertain. I wanted him to have that thing he craved. I wanted to orgasm as much as I wanted him to, as well. He had his mind set on a journey with a destination, galloping away, his body pounding into me with purpose.
I’d go with him. A lonely wanderer, singular in his journey, had taken me along the way. We shared a destination. With our mating, we’d walk that journey for life. Mine or his. Demon or magus, we never knew our time or when it would come. He still looked young for his age, if he were shifter or human. We’d walkit for a long while, as he’d counted himself among the mages that had secured their immortality, or close to it.
He didn’t want someone to walk ahead and pave his path, because he’d already cleared his way. He didn’t want someone to walk behind him or aid his step. Gre wanted to hold the hand of someone at his side and bring them with him. So, I surrendered. I clenched my deepest muscles, closed my eyes, evened my breath, and let my pleasure come as it would.
As if rewarding my submission, Gre leaned forward, pressing our lips together in a soft kiss. We breathed one another in and together, we hit what was the gentlest orgasm of my entire life. I rose along the peak, our lips stilling while Gre spent his last and softened, sliding out of me with a spill of seed that I clenched to keep from filthying his bed.And also, to hold him inside me a little longer.
Our eyes met, and in the post-coital haze, we smiled, a laugh stirring in my chest. “Thanks for not letting me die.”
He traced fingers along the side of my face, expression fading from happiness to wonder and then slight confusion. “I want to say I would have done it for anyone. But I don’t know if I would.”
“I’m that special?” I closed my eyes and sighed gently, folding hands over my chest to luxuriate in the freshly fucked feeling.
“That would be an insult. I saved you because you wantedmeto save you.” He quieted with another kiss and pulled away, steps fading into the bathroom.
“Shower,” he said, his words a soft demand.
“Can’t I lie here a moment longer? Omega Brain says to enjoy your scent a little longer.” I hummed and leaned my head to the side to draw a deep breath in, taking in his detergent and our mixed scents.
“Can you? Certainly. Would your father appreciate our dallying much longer?” He paused, and the water hissed to life beyond my sight.
“Point.” I sat up far too fast and yelped, cum pooling beneath me and right onto his fresh, clean…towel? He really did prepare and organize. I relaxed a little and gathered the towel around me, making the closed-legged walk of shame to the bathroom.
Lucky? Unbelievably so.
