“I don’t want you to share me.”
He rocked on top of me, and I groaned at the friction. Wyn demanded, “Yes or no, Monqilcolnen? We didn’t discuss public fucking. But I want you right now. So yes or no?”
“Yes.” There was no question. No hesitation. I craved him, and the thought of him needing me right here and now aroused me more than ever before.
Chapter 37
Unplanned but definitely not passionless.
Wyn growled and instantly yanked off his shirt. The sight of his lean chest framed in his leather harness made me groan. He was so beautiful. I lifted my hands to touch him, then dropped them. The last time we’d done something similar had been in the experience suite, and he’d told me not to touch him. I was unsure if the same rules applied.
He grabbed my hands and planted them on his hips. “Touch me, Monqilcolnen. I want you to.”
I gripped him tight and arched up, rocking into him. Wyn whined, falling forward to grab my shoulders. He pressed back against me, his full butt grinding into my cock. Stars flashed behind my eyes, and my breath turned harsh.
“You’re wearing too much,” Wyn panted, yanking on my shirt.
We ripped off each other’s clothes as fast as physically possible. His need was driving mine to heights I’d never experienced. He was still on top of me, and my cock throbbed at his fierce expression. Never had I submitted to someone like this, and I’d never realized how much I would like it. It was as if all of my worries left my head and all I could focus on was Wyn and what he wanted from me. It made everything so easy.
Slowly, he bent forward and placed his hand on my neck like a necklace. He didn’t grip me tightly or cut off my air; Wyn was taking possessive ownership of me. A bead of pre-seed fell on to my abs, and I panted. His voice was low and rough as he demanded, “Did you want to make me jealous?”
“No.”
“Then what exactly was your plan?”
Jealousy wasn’t normal in Drakcon culture. Possession, yes; jealousy, no. We could only mate once, so old lovers didn’t hold any sway. But Wyn didn’t know of my attachment to him, and he was far more possessive than I would’ve guessed. Why he feared Vorjyn would ever be able to take me from him was a mystery. Wyn was far superior to Vorjyn. There was no competition.
“To send him aboard and then spend the rest of the day with you,” I said, my voice rough with need. “I had no plan besides that, Wyn. I wasn’t trying to make you jealous or hurt you.”
He didn’t answer, but he did lift his fingers to my mouth. I opened without hesitation. Wyn pushed two of his fingers into my mouth, and I laved my tongue over them, sucking and licking them like I would his cock if he allowed me. He ripped them from me, making me protest, but he ignored me. Going up on his knees, he reached behind him. I groaned. He was opening himself up with my saliva.
Gripping the base of my cock, he angled it toward him and sank down in one hard move. I winced, as did he. It was far drierthan I liked, but I hadn’t thought to bring lubrication with me. My own pre-seed would be enough to ease our way soon. Wyn rose, then thrusted down. I moaned. His channel was so tight and warm around me.
My eyes fell closed at the squeeze, fighting off my orgasm already.
Fingers gripped my airway, cutting it off for a single instant, and my eyes shot open. Wyn growled, and I leaned my head back, offering him my throat. Panting, he said, “Keep your eyes on me, Monqilcolnen. Just me. I want to be the sole thing in your sight. I want to be the only person youeverthink about.”
As if I could think about anyone else. Wyn had dominated my thoughts for years.
“Wyn,” I cried.
“Just me,” he ordered.
“Just you, Peace.”
His hand on my throat, Wyn began to ride me in fast, rough moves that stole my every thought. I opened my legs wider and planted my feet so I could buck into him. He whined, “Ngh, so good. More.”
Who was I to refuse him?
As Wyn came down, I rutted up. We pounded into each other, our eyes never leaving, and low rumbles kept escaping my lips. My noise was joined in the symphony of our bodies slapping together, the squelch of my cock tunneling in and out of his passage, and the whimpers leaking out of Wyn. He was making nonsense noises that fueled me to keep pumping into his body. That and his hand around my neck. I loved the claim of it.
“Monqilcolnen,” he shrieked, clearly not caring about who heard us.
“Kiss me,” I begged.
With a groan, Wyn crashed his lips into mine. I attacked his mouth, sliding my tongue inside of him. He battled me fora moment before I ceded all control to him, letting him do whatever he wanted. The kiss grew wet and violent as we panted, licked, and bit as we fucked hard. I never wanted this moment to end, but I could feel my balls tighten to hug the base of my shaft as well as the tingling racing down my spine. All my muscles began to clench, winding so tight it was almost painful.
“Wyn,” I breathed against his lips.
