“I won’t let you be alone again. I swear it.”
The loneliness of the last couple weeks came over me, and a tear slid down my cheek.
He lapped the bead of liquid up. “Never, Wyn.”
I held him close. Monqilcolnen and I would never separate again.
Chapter 53
Do you understand what I'm saying?
I held Wyn in my arms as we ate. I literally couldn’t let him go. It was as if my very muscles refused to release him. It hurt far too much to have him away from me, even a slight distance. After every other bite, I would press a kiss to his neck or cheek, simply grateful he’d returned to me. Wyn did not fight my hold, but rather snuggled deeper into my arms. His tail was coiled tightly around mine, as if he wished to never separate from me, which was my own wish as well.
I hoped he was beginning to contemplate forever, because I was. A future without Wyn by my side did not exist, none at all. He was the meaning of my soul. I would never be without him for the rest of my life.
My lips trailed over his neck, and he tilted it to the side, offering me more, which made me groan. I bit him, teeth easily finding the chipped scales, allowing me to sink into his delicate skin. A lewd moan broke out of his lips as his rich blood washed over my tongue. I sucked for a moment, then bathed the injury clean.
Wyn snagged one of my hands and guided it to his groin, wrapping my fingers around his hard shaft in silent demand—one I was more than happy to meet. I pumped him a few times, and he whimpered and whined, pushing back into me. I latched back onto his throat, sucking and licking as I stroked his throbbing cock with harsh jerks.
He panted, “Star.”
“Wyn,” I growled against his throat.
A low cry came out of his mouth as I continued to jerk his cock roughly. Wyn writhed in my embrace, but he wasn’t actually attempting to free himself. Pre-seed dripped out of his slit in a constant flow, adding to the slick glide of my palm. I pressed sucking kisses to his scent gland to make him wiggle even more.
“Monqilcolnen,” Wyn cried as he arched and his cock throbbed in my hand. Warm seed spurted out of his slit and covered my scales. I continued to pump him with firm strokes until he was whimpering and pushing my hand away from his sensitive cock. I kissed his neck, then gathered up his seed and offered it to Wyn. He lapped his seed off my fingers without pausing. I continued getting all of his seed, feeding it to him, until he was clean.
“You are very good at that,” I told him.
He wiggled in clear embarrassment, which made me chuckle.
“I think you enjoy your own taste,” I whispered, then blew on his neck to steal a groan from his lips.
Wyn ducked his head.
I jerked it back by his long braid, and he gasped. I growled, “But I think you like mine more.”
“I do.”
“Then I think you should take care of this,” I said, rolling my hips into him so my hard cock pressed against him.
He did not hesitate and turned around, practically lying on the floor and sucking the tip of my cock into his hot mouth. His full lips stretched over the wide head as he looked up at me, his blue eyes wide and bright. I snarled at the sight of him in between my legs. There was nothing as beautiful as Wyn sucking me off, except perhaps me looking up at him while he used my mouth. I did enjoy it when he took control, but I knew he also liked it when I was rough with him. No reason existed why we couldn’t do both as we needed or desired.
I seized the braid in the center of his head, my claws sinking into the silky strands. I forced him down harder on my cock until the tip hit the back of his throat. Wyn swallowed around me, his eyes wet and saliva leaking out of the corners of his mouth.
“I am going to fuck your mouth,” I said as I pulled him off my cock, letting him breathe. I didn’t even have a chance to push him back onto my cock; he willingly sank down with a low groan that vibrated up my shaft, sparking pleasure through me.
Taking his head in my hands, I started to fuck the wet heat of his mouth with low snarls. I forced myself deep into his throat with brutal thrusts, my balls hitting his chin. Each smack made me groan, and every swipe of his tongue on my shaft had me losing my sanity. The slick sound of my cock sliding in and out of his mouth mixed with his desperate cries and my low growls stoked my arousal like a raging fire.
His sounds and the heat of his mouth were enough to drive me over the edge. I plunged deep into him, holding Wyn firmly in place so he had no choice except to drink my release, but he didn’t act as if he wished to be anywhere else. He swallowed,gripping my thighs to keep me deep within him. When my cock stopped firing rounds down his throat, he slid back, then began to lap at any of the seed that had escaped.
Wyn pressed a gentle kiss to my tip. Voice rough, he said, “I liked that.”
“As did I.” I pulled him back into my lap and kissed his forehead. “Now you need to eat.”
He chuckled, pressing his forehead into my cheek. “I should, but you keep distracting me.”
I turned to catch his lips with my own. I tasted the sweetness of my own release on his tongue. Wyn groaned, burying his fingers into my hair, practically attacking my mouth.
