Last Lifetime
Orpheus stared at me.For several seconds.
And then his entire face lit up.
“I love you.” The smoke returned to his voice, thick with sincerity. “You are my greatest treasure in every lifetime.”
“I love you, too.” I shook my head, bewildered by my own certainty. “I don’t know how I know that. But I love you, too. And forget about those orders. You can touch me n?—”
He was on top of me before I could even get the “now” out.
His lips covered mine, and his kiss was somehow like both Aengus’s and Diarmuid’s combined.
His weight pinned me below while he drank me down, his forked tongue tangling with mine.
We kissed, just kissed, for a long, long time. Two strangers who’d known each other forever saying hello.
Until I pulled back. “Was the two-eggplant detail a variant thing, or…”
Okay, it was a Drakkon thing. Like, species wide.
I found that out when Orpheus bridged my hips up on his waist, pushing into my once again clenching sex while his secondary member found my still-wet back hole.
“Home.” His breath steamed over my naked front. “I am home.”
I wish I could have been as eloquent. A long groan fell from my lips when he began moving, establishing a rhythm with just the right amount of pressure in both holes.
I was no longer in heat, but my body continued to burn, sucking both his lengths in greedily.
I could only hope I felt as good around him as he did inside of me.
He bent his legs beneath me and gathered me to his chest as he sat back. Then his hands went to my waist, pushing me down, forcing me to take him deeper.
“This is where I live,” he informed me, moving me up and down his lengths like I weighed nothing. “Even when the variants are inside of you, holding my place. This is where I live.”
Why would he say something like that? Even more messed up, why did him doing so make me climax with a helpless groan.
He pulled me off of his still-hard lengths.
Then came what felt like a series of drills—just much, much more pleasant than what Diarmuid put me through outside.
He took me on my hands and knees…
against the bed post…
on my side while expertly fingering my clit…
sitting up while holding my thighs pulled back to either side of my chest with my knees bent over his hands…
and on his back, his large hands guiding my hips.
This one he held me in. Longer than the others. His green eyes staring up at me while I rode him, my hands braced on his chest.
I set the pace, and he let me, his fingers pressing bruises into my hipbones that I already knew I’d want to keep. There was something about being above this massive, ancient, terrifying being who had loved me a thousand times and watching hiscomposure finally come apart beneath me. His head fell back. His breath broke, releasing more steam.
But just as I thought he might come undone, he flipped me onto my back, pulling my thighs to either side of him.
“You are mine again. Mine… mine… mine!”
