I closed my eyes to say a silent goodbye to Cencay.
“Mistress Kel’yeena was not a drakcol, and she made her wishes known if something were to happen.” Talvax looked at me. “She told me Wyn would know the words.”
My gut lurched. I did know the words, but I wasn’t from her nest. The blanket she had made me came to mind. I was the closest she had here. I walked forward, then signaled to Talvax. A smaller item was released next. It looked as if it was a woven bag, but I knew it was her body wrapped in her own webs. Her body was pointed toward her planet and released. She would never make it home, but it was the symbolism that mattered, not if her body ever arrived.
“Your breath moved the webs that now encase you. Each one treasured. Each one missed. The stillness of silence in the absence of your breath is felt until we are joined once more,” I whispered, placing my hand on the cold glass, then said something of my own, “I’ll miss you.”
We were quiet as we cleaned up and climbed into bed. Wyn. Stars, he was so beautiful. I had always thought so, but he was even more lovely now. Every part of him drew me, but that also scared me. I snuggled closer to him, rubbing my forehead against his neck. He groaned. The sound stirred my cock, but it wasn’t fucking that I craved.
I needed to feel him. I needed to be close, to feel he was alive, to feel he was breathing with me.
“Mate,” I begged.
He reached back for my hand, took it, and placed it on his stomach. “What do you need?”
“You.”
“You have me, Star. That will never change.”
“I need you inside me. Please.” I kissed his shoulder. “I need to feel you.”
Wyn rolled toward me and captured my mouth in a soft kiss, but it was claiming. He took control like he owned me. He did. I belonged to Wyn, and I loved that I did. Pulling him on top of me, I ceded control to him. He grabbed my hands and placed them on his hips, rocking against me. His cock wasn’t full yet, but it was growing.
I moaned at the feel of him on top of me, his tongue swirling slowly around mine and his hands sliding over my sides to tease my glands expertly. His movements were slow and unhurried as he explored my frame, dragging his fingers over my scales. Each touch stoked my arousal while soothing the cold fear that had burrowed deep within my flesh.
“Wyn,” I groaned, coiling my tail around his. “Please.”
“Let me take care of you, Monqilcolnen.” He kissed my chin, then dragged his tongue up the line of my jaw. I shivered. “You need this.” Wyn met my gaze. “I need this, Mate.”
As we stared at each other, I saw the same fear I felt mirrored in his eyes. Wyn craved intimacy as much as I did. The last few weeks had been one thing after another, and it had been trying, to say the least. The separation, the fear, the grief, the pain—everything that happened curled into a mass of emotions we had to excise. Together.
“I’m yours.”
He nibbled on my throat. “Yes, you are.”
“You’re mine.”
“I am.”
“Take me,” I begged. “However you want.”
Groaning against my neck, Wyn said, “Thank you.”
His lips worked down my neck to my collar bone. He licked, sucked, and nibbled over my shoulder, then lifted my arm and dragged his tongue over my armpit. I writhed, crying out, as embers sparked through my veins. I wouldn’t have considered my armpit to be an erogenous zone, but whenever Wyn touched me, it turned into one. He sucked hard, and I panted.
“Wyn.Nngh. Mate. So good.”
He nuzzled my armpit, then glanced at me. “You taste good.”
My cock throbbed and pre-seed leaked out, dripping onto my stomach.
With a smirk, Wyn rubbed my tip with his thumb. I bucked under him. He whispered against my lips, “Do you like that?”
“Yes.” I panted, gripping his full butt.
Kissing my chin, he worked down the hollow of my throat. Wyn didn’t speed up, even as I wiggled and cried under him. He sucked on each of my nipples, making me scream, then continued to explore my chest and stomach. I would’ve thought he’d touched every part of me before this moment, but Wyn wasclearly making sure I was right. When he reached my cock, he bypassed it to explore one leg, followed by the other.
By the end, I was shaking with need and my cock was weeping with arousal. However, Wyn had me roll over and began again, licking every speck of me, before pushing my legs apart, splitting my cheeks, and dragging his tongue over my hole. I cried, pushing up my hips to give him more access. Wyn sucked on my hole, and I sobbed.
