“Alistaire,” he whispered. “Please.”
“Please what?” Alistaire dragged his fangs along the sensitive part of Fox’s ear.
“Fuck me…take me…mark me…and make me yours all over again.”
“You’re so damn enticing it makes it hard to resist you even when you make me worry.”
He knew what Alistaire was talking about. “Are—” Fox moaned. “Are you punishing me?”
“No, I’m rewarding myself.”
Fox yelled Alistaire’s name when his lover pushed inside of him and bottomed out. The pain only lasted a few seconds before pleasure took over his entire being. Alistaire pulled his hips further out, thrusting deep inside of him, making Fox lose all of his senses.
“You make me so damn crazy, baby. Can’t live without you. Don’t ever put yourself in danger again,” Alistaire said, and with each word—his thrusts grew more intense. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Fox knew how his lover felt because it was the same for him. Whenever the man wasn’t close, he couldn’t stop thinking about Alistaire. It was as if his five senses only belonged to Alistaire. If Fox couldn’t touch, hear, see, touch, or taste him, it was as if nothing else mattered.
“I won't, I promise,” Fox whimpered.
“I wish we hadn’t agreed to no more kids for another two years,” Alistaire growled in his ear. A hand slipped around to his stomach. “I want to see you swelled with my child, to hear their heartbeat, to see more of our love shining in our child’s face.” Fox moaned, hearing Alistaire’s words. “One day, my sly Fox, you will give me that child.”
Fox nodded in agreement or hoped he did. At that point, his mind and body were too far gone with pleasure. The only thing he could register was the way his lover was making him feel. They’d agreed to wait two years before having another child. Their mating was new, and they wanted to enjoy being together with Ava and Genesis before adding more to the bunch—which was why Fox started taking suppressants.
Fox whimpered when Alistaire’s cock brushed over his prostate, he swirled his hips, and his cock bobbed between his legs—weeping for release. As if hearing his thoughts, Alistaire grasped Fox’s dick, jerking him off. Fox’s body shook as his balls drew tight, ready to explode. Alistaire buried his face in Fox’s neck, licking and sucking on his skin.
“Bite…” Fox moaned, panting as he spoke. “Bite me.”
“With pleasure.”
Fox cried out Alistaire’s name when the sharp-pointed fangs pierced his flesh and came in Alistaire’s hand as his orgasm shook him to his core. He moaned in delight when he felt Alistaire’s cum flowing inside of him. A few seconds later, his lover retracted his fangs, licking and healing his skin. He leaned back in his lover’s arms and turned his head, meeting the other man’s lips in a kiss that tasted of copper, but Fox didn’t mind it at all.
* * *
“You shouldn’t have been soimportant to him.”
Fox sat up in bed gasping for air when he felt the sharp blinding pain in his side and a twinge in his chest. Lifting up his T-shirt, he sighed in relief when the only mark he saw was his cesarean section scar. He ignored the small pain in his chest and thought about his dream.
Why did I have that dream? That was a lifetime ago.
Fox had been having a few weird dreams for the past few nights of him being a warrior, an outlaw in the wild west, a doctor, a chef, a singer, and a few others he couldn’t remember. He knew they were dreams but they felt so real—as if he’d lived them once upon a time. Each time, he’d wake up with a slight pain in his chest. However, he didn’t think the pain was enough to cause concern so he ignored it.
“Are you okay?”
Fox gazed down at Alistaire, who sat up in bed with his eyes half-open. “Yeah, go back to sleep.”
“Okay.”
Alistaire flopped back down in bed and was back to sleep in seconds. He laid back down and tried to go back to sleep but was unable to. Picking up his phone, he looked at the time and noted he still had a good forty-five minutes to go before Genesis woke up.
Genesis had changed her schedule on her own and was starting to sleep longer through the night. Flipping on the bedside light, Fox saw the book he’d gotten from his old room earlier. Getting out of bed so he wouldn’t disturb Alistaire, he turned off the light, moved to the sitting area, and started flipping through the book stopping on a particular page.
Tokala was a god of beauty and cherished all life. His beauty could be comparable to that of Baldur—the cherished son of Odin and Frigg. His one fatal flaw was his heart. Tokala was the only beloved child born from two powerful goddesses, one represented death and the other of fate.
Anything he desired, his mother goddesses would provide all but one.
Tokala, unlike all other gods, liked to live among humans. He found them beautiful and intriguing. And thus fell in love with one. However, because humans grow old and die, while gods do not, Tokala begged his mother goddesses to turn his human lover into a god. However, his mother, the goddess of death, refused.
“Humans cannot become gods, my son. He will die, and if it is his fate, he will be reborn,” mother goddess death told him.
