“Fuck, Adam,” I whimper, clutching at his neck. It’s too much. It’s not enough. I do my best to relax for him, but the constant tickling of the soft spikes against my stretched rim is maddening. Distracting. It hurts in the best way.
When he’s fully seated, Adam stops, his heavy breaths mingling with mine as we pause our kiss to absorb the sensations. I’m so full and so close to coming that I feel like I’mgoing to explode the second Adam moves and those spikes brush against my prostate.
“Fuck, Adam. This is…” Words fail me. “You can move. I’m fine.” I’m very much not fine, but not in a bad way. “Fine” just doesn’t feel like a strong enough word to describe what I am.
Then Adam gently retreats before thrusting back into me, and yeah. I’m not gonna last. I’m not gonna last at all because the way he massages me from the inside beats any toy I’ve ever tried.
“Adam,” I moan, “I’m close. I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna come.”
He moans, too, and it’s that low, desperate sound that finally catapults me over the wall we’ve been climbing together. My cock jerks as it spurts cum between our bodies, drenching us both.
My body tightens around Adam’s cock so hard that he stops moving. Growl escapes him as his cock kicks inside of me, growing even thicker.
“Don’t. Move,” I manage to grit out, still in the throes of my orgasm but conscious enough to realize that if he moves now, he’ll hurt me. Fortunately, Adam seems to know it too, or perhaps instinct has him freezing completely. His teeth touch the crook of my neck, and I should probably be worried, but I can’t be bothered to do anything but exist as the waves wash over me.
We both stay very, very still as the aftershocks run through us. Adam’s cock gives a few weak twitches inside me before going still, but it shows no signs of deflating. I chuckle, then groan as the tensing of my abdominal muscles sets off more waves of pleasure. “Looks like we’ll have to stay like this for a while. Not that I’m complaining. I always like it when you hold me, and this…wow, this was something.”
Adam’s arms tighten around me, and then a single word reaches my ear. “Jaime…”
My eyes fill with tears. “Yeah. I’m here. I’ll always be here, Adam.”
Chapter 24
Adam
Jaimesmileswidelyashe lounges in the hot pool. He’s been smiling a lot since we joined our bodies, but some of those smiles were strained, as if he were in pain. Remembering what he said about hot water helping, I brought him to the pools, and when he didn’t complain, only smiled at me gratefully, I knew I did the right thing.
It’s a good feeling to know I did something right for my mate. For a moment, it lets me forget the terrible memory that keeps replaying in my mind, the one where the fog makes me hurt the other creature. My brother.
Leaning out of the pool, Jaime smooths a patch of sand, running his finger through it. “So, I’ve been thinking. If my brother or anyone else comes looking for me, they’ll be searching around that crashed ship. They won’t come here. If we want a chance to get out of here, we need to return there. Do you think that panther thing will still be waiting there for us? Is there another way around?”
Not understanding his words, I look at the symbols he marks in the sand. Jaime points at a few circles. “Yes, look. We’re here. That’s the pools. Here’s the cave, and here’s the lake near the cliff, okay? So, I assume the panther can’t climb that cliff, so we’re safe up here, but if we stay here, we might miss our ride home. Out of here, Adam. Back up there.” He jabs his finger up toward the stars.
His words finally register in my mind. Jaime wants to leave. He wants to leave the mountain, the forest, and go back to the stars, to the flying caves. Ships. That’s the word for them. Spaceships. He wants to leave in a spaceship.
“We can both leave, Adam. Your memory might return completely if you go back to where you came from. Or not. I don’t mind either version of you. But the fact is, I can’t stay here. I can’t, Adam. I’ll lose feeling in my hands and arms and everything and then I’ll die. It might take a few weeks or a few months, but I will die and then you’ll be alone again. You don’t want to be alone, do you?”
Alone. The word echoes in my mind around the few remaining patches of fog. “Alone.”
Jaime reaches for my hand, squeezing it tightly. “Yes. I imagine you must have been alone here for a long, long time. I won’t leave you, Adam, not until you ask me to. We will get out of this place together.”
Jaime wants to leave, and I need to help him. This place isn’t good for him. It’s too dangerous, too rough, everything is tryingto kill him. Even the sky. His skin gets hurt even when there’s no sharp light, just from being outside during the day. He needs to go back and I need to stay.
For the first time in a long time, the fog swells, sending a sharp wave of anger through me at the thought of being away from Jaime, but the rational part of my mind, the one buried under that fog for Ancestors know how long, knows I cannot go. I already hurt one brother. My brother.Blood on my claws. Blood on his face.What if I hurt Jaime’s brother too? What if I hurt Jaime?
Never.
I wish I could be certain of it, but I’m not. The fog is gone for now, but what if it returns? It wasn’t even supposed to leave in the first place. Wasn’t that what I was arguing about with my brother? That the fog would only get worse and there was no cure for it. I wanted to die, I remember that. To end my life. I’m dangerous, and I belong here, to this dangerous place, not with Jaime. It hurts, but I know it’s right.
“Spaceship,” I say. That’s what Jaime needs.
“Yes! Oh my god, it’s still so strange to hear you actually speak.” Jaime chuckles. “Good strange, though, not bad strange. I love it. I lo—” He stops himself mid-word, then, with a sound low in his throat, returns to his sand drawing. “Look at this. It’s not a great map, but I think it shouldn’t be hard to understand. So, here’s the cliff. See? That’s the panther waiting under it. And the river goes somewhere through…here?”
His finger traces a line. I smooth it back out, making a similar line in a different place. He’s right. It’s not difficult to understand once my mind translates his scribbles to places I’ve seen.
“That’s the river? That far away? So, we went through here…?”
I make another line to show him where we passed through the forest, all the way to the odd oval with six lines coming from itsbottom and several triangles sticking to its side. It’s next to the symbol he said was the cliff, but—oh. This new part of my mind that turns scribbles into real images is interesting. I point at the drawing. “Venomfang.”
