“The beach house?” An utterly fucking adorable wrinkle forms between her brows.
“You silently shushed me when I neared, reaching for my hand. Then you showed me the gap in the curtains …”
“And?” Zaya prompts, impatient.
“Probably assuming we were studying up at the house … literature, by the way …”
“Rath!”
I chuckle, teasing the head of my cock in and out of her while I pick up the narrative of the story. “Mack had Disa pinned up against the wall of the back hall, just beside the bedroom door. His face buried in her pussy.”
Zaya’s eyes round. “And they … Disa should have been able to …”
“I think she was pretty distracted, because Ingrid was in the mix as well. Plus, they had sound and other essence barriers on the house.”
“We … we watched them have sex?” Zaya wrinkles her nose as if the idea of watching her aunt and her two chosen mates isn’t exactly a turn-on.
“No … you tucked your face into my neck right as I looked through the gap in the curtains. You whispered, ‘What’s he doing? Licking her?’ And after I nodded, you pressed your hand to my cock through my shorts, and you said, ‘So would it feel good if I lick you too?’ I nearly fucking came.”
“And then?” Zaya asks huskily.
“And then you led me into the woods to the treehouse. And I figured out exactly how you liked to be licked, and you returned the favor. In between orgasms.” I manage a cocky smile, though I’m barely fucking managing to keep from coming right now.
“Did you teach me how to suck cock, Rath?” she purrs.
“I think we were both rather proficient after that summer.”
“And I imagine the other two didn’t complain.”
I laugh, again involuntarily. “You were also intrigued by the idea of having more than just one of us pleasure you at the same time, but we didn’t tackle that lesson until the next summer.”
Zaya presses up on her feet, legs bent and pelvis angled. I give her more of my cock. She wraps her hand around my neck, trying to tug me closer. “Give me all of that fucking fat cock now, Rath,” she pants. “You can give me a refresher course on the oral sex next.”
Groaning, I allow more of my weight to fall on her, burying my cock deeply within her and just holding in place for a moment. As boring as some might feel this basic position is, I enjoy being this close to Zaya, even more than the fantastic table fuck.
It feels right.
I shift a pillow under her hips because I need her to come, but I also need to be so close to her that I won’t be able to play with her clit.
She wraps her legs around me, hooking her feet under my calves and squeezing what she can reach of my ass. “ ‘Just the tip’ counted as the slow sex, didn’t it?”
“Nope.” I roll my hips. “Now don’t rush me. Otherwise, I’ll tie you to the fucking bed.”
She laughs. Then, like the fucking brat she is — in her adult incarnation at least — she pinches, then twists my nipples. Hard.
I groan, pain mixing with the pleasure already tightening my balls and radiating up my spine. “Next time,” I snarl, like the beast I hold only skin deep.
Then I give her everything she wants.
The bed doesn’t survive this particular lesson. I’m also not quite certain I’m the teacher in this scenario.
I wake to the smell of turkey bacon, an empty bed beside me, and not a single nightmare clouding my mind. The bond with Zaya hums quietly in my chest the moment my thoughts shift to her, and I instantly know she’s near, no more than a dozen feet away.
I roll off the bed — which is pretty much just a mattress on the floor now since I ruined the fucking frame — taking the blankets with me before I realize that I’ve been sweetly tucked in. I should probably feel ashamed about the bed, or worried that I might have hurt Zaya, but I don’t. I feel just a little smug, though, like a complete fucking asshole.
I rise to my feet to grab the black sweatpants that have clearly been left for me on the bureau, feeling completely at peace, settled within. I’ve always been in tune with the celestial dragon that shares one half of my soul, though I know some shifters fight their other halves. I suspect that’s the case for Reck.
I’ve also never seen the gryphon so dominant within Rought as it has been since Zaya’s return — though I understand now that somehow, the gryphon knew of the soul bond it had with our mate and was content to wait for her.
