Soren doubles over with a snort, laughing into the crook of my neck. “I can’t with you.”
“Enough talk.” I roll my hips against his waist, breath hitching as our cocks grind together. “Gods. Soren. I need you.”
He claims my mouth, teasing the seam of my lips with his tongue. I part for him, groaning past his lips when his tongue teases mine. As we kiss, Soren grinds relentlessly against my cock until I’m reduced to whimpers and gasps. I need this man with an urgency that makes my very bones ache.
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” Soren rasps. He kisses his way down my chest, stopping to scrape his teeth over my nipple. I thrust up against him, fingers bunching the sheets.
“Need you inside me.” It’s been so long since we were joined so intimately. I can’t wait much longer.
Soren’s lips form a smile against my skin. “Whatever you need.” Reaching down, he takes my cock and strokes. Histouch is slick and perfect, and I can’t stop myself from bucking into the tight sheath of his fist.
Hot lips trail kisses and love bites down my skin. Soren takes me into his hot, wet mouth and sucks from root to tip. I can’t stop the cry that tears from my throat, grabbing his hair to urge him on. “Gods, love, don’t torture me like this!” His mouth feels incredible, but it’s his cock I want more than anything.
Soren chuckles around me. There’s a click followed by a spurting sound, and then slick fingers rub circles over my hole. My breath hitches in anticipation, my hips rocking back against his fingers of their own volition.
A thick finger slips inside, making me gasp at the sensation. When Soren adds another finger and curls them inside me, sucking hard on my cock at the same time, it takes everything I have not to spill down his throat. As amazing as he’s making me feel, what makes it all the better is knowing he’s the one I’m sharing our bed with.
Soren’s fingers slide in and out, stretching me open. He pulls off my cock with a gasp. Before I can growl my disappointment, his tongue is inside me, and I can do nothing except moan his name. Gods, he’s too good to me. He was always a generous lover. That hasn’t changed, not even now.
“Soren. Love, you’re going to drive me mad.”
He flattens his tongue and licks from my hole to my balls, sucking on one. “Ready for me?”
I groan, thrusting against his fingers so they slide in even deeper. “Been ready, love. For so, so long.”
Soren’s face twists into something bittersweet. “Fuck. Me too.”
Sitting up, he grabs the backs of my knees and pushes them up toward my chest. “Hold yourself open for me, sweetheart.” I do as he says, holding my knees in place. Soren bites his lip as he pumps his hand up and down his shaft until he’s slick. He sinks inside me slowly. The stretch and burn makes me hiss in discomfort that fades slowly into pleasure as my body adjusts.
Soren moves slowly, eyes heavy-lidded, lip between his teeth. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”
My legs wrap around his waist, bringing him closer, deeper. I feel my way across the sheets until I’ve found his hand, grabbing hold and squeezing tight. Our foreheads touch. Soren’s breath gusts against my mouth in shuddery gasps, his skin feverishly hot and slick with sweat. He goes slow at first, likely afraid of causing me pain, but I roll my hips to take him in deeper, faster.
The memories of all those agonizing years we spent apart will never fade, but as Soren presses kisses into the nape of my neck and his hand grips mine, they hurt less and less. I throw my arm around his shoulders, clutching him to me. I never want to lose him, not again. Soren took my heart with him when he left, and now that I’m finally whole again, I never want to go anotherday without him.
When I come, it’s with a cry of his name.
“I’m right here,” Soren says against my neck. “Right here, Lyall. I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He shudders in my arms, gasping through his release. There isn’t a part of me that won’t smell like him, like us. I despise knowing I’ll have to shower thoroughly later so no one in my time can scent him. Scent fades, but my memories won’t. Soren is here in my arms, his cock softening inside me, his body warm as sunshine in my arms.
I will never go another day without his light, even if it means leaving the life I know behind for another.
Chapter 20
Soren
“This is delicious,” Lyallsays through a mouthful of hamburger. Neither of us had wanted to leave the bed, so I’d ordered room service.
“Don’t let the fries get cold.” I pick one up and hold it out to him, grinning when he plucks it from between my fingers with his teeth. I could watch Lyall eat and never get bored with his reactions. So much of this time is new and exciting to him, even things as mundane as burgers and fries.
“That reminds me, I’ll need to teach my brothers how to make these fries,” Lyall says.
I take a bite of my fried chicken sandwich. “They’ll love them.”
Lyall doesn’t reply. He lowers his burger back into the take-out carton, a frown erasing the excitement on his face. I don’t need to ask what’s wrong. I know, and it makes my heart hurt for him.
“Lyall… we don’t have to do this. We can try and keep our relationship a secret.”
He shakes his head. “No. I can’t continue going behind my brothers’ backs, watching them be happy with their mates while I’m denied that same happiness.” His jaw tightens, his eyes going glassy. “I will miss them.”
