“She’s no match for you.”
“Her reporter skills are useless against me,” Dani agreed.
“She didn’t see all that happened,” Ryder pointed out.
“No, she did not. But I wonder if Balthazar or another Eyros shouldn’t give her brain a quick cleanse all the same,” Dani said. “She’ll notice that the others’ memories of last night will be a bit different than hers.”
“Hopefully, she’ll think it’s a scoop,” Grayson said. “And won’t compare notes too closely.”
Dani nodded and stood up from the bed. “Now, while I have great hopes that you will go to sleep as soon as I leave the room, Grayson, I already am expecting those hopes to be smashed.”
Grayson gave her a winsome look. “I promise I’ll sleep after.”
She rolled her eyes. “I will keep watch.” She pointed a stern finger at Ryder. “Make sure he sleeps.”
He saluted her. “I promise.”
She accepted the salute and marched out, closing the door behind her. Grayson sagged on top of him.
“We’ve got her blessing,” Grayson breathed.
“A hard won blessing,” Ryder said. “Though I am wondering if she is right–”
“No! No, I just… I won’t move. Much. I won’t move much. You can do everything. I’d rather like it if you do,” Grayson said. “I just want to feel our bodies connect. I want to have you touching me everywhere. And then I’ll be satisfied that you’re really here. All back. And then I can rest.”
A niggling guilt went through Ryder. His behavior earlier had truly unnerved his beloved. That and not being able to go with him, had clearly worried Grayson. If for no other reason than tomake that feeling go away, he would have made love to Grayson, but he was always drawn to him, always wanting their bodies, minds and souls to connect.
So he’d gently switched their places, placing Grayson on his back on the bed. He’d placed a pillow beneath his hips and rolled his legs back so that Grayson’s knees were against his chest. Then he’d used his mouth to slick the way. Grayson’s breathing had quickened first then he’d started to make these delicious whines as
Ryder’s tongue had fluttered against his opening. Using his teeth and lips as well as tongue to tease that opening into releasing millimeter by millimeter had been a joy. Grayson’s hips had tried to jerk, but he’d held the young man firmly. This was one thing he would miss when they were both Immortals again. Grayson would be just as strong then and he wouldn’t be able to hold him still. His tongue wriggled inside as the tight ring of muscle gave way and he could feel those silken insides. Grayson was really keening now and his head thrashed.
Ryder had used every skill he had with his mouth to leave Grayson breathless and panting. His opening was like a hungry mouth, too, that he had thoroughly explored and conquered. Only then did he kiss his way up Grayson’s inner thighs until he was up on his knees. He reached over to the nightstand for lubricant. Spit would not be enough even with Grayson this relaxed. He undid the tube and squirted a dollop into his right palm then smoothed it up and down his already hardening shaft. The taste of Grayson on his tongue was like an aphrodisiac.
He looked down at Grayson’s already pliant body. The young man's hair was already beginning to curl as sweat glued some of the tendrils to his forehead and temples. Grayson’s eyes were half-way closed and were mostly black with the pupils blown wide with desire. Those eyes were not silver. Yet. But he could see his beloved in them.
Our lives this time did not change who we are so much as bring out a part of us that our former lives wouldn’t let surface.
Ryder reached down and cupped Grayson’s face. The young man turned his head into it and kissed his palm. He ran his thumb over Grayson’s lower lip. It was plump and wet.
Grayson’s cock was also hard. It curled, rosy and weeping, over Grayson’s stomach. A few drops of precum had fallen onto Grayson’s belly. Ryder ducked down and lapped those up. Grayson’s stomach muscles danced.
“In me,” Grayson breathed.
Ryder had no desire to wait. He wanted them to join.
He positioned the head of his cock against Grayson’s opening and used his body weight to simply push inside. There was resistance even after all the work his mouth had done, but, soon enough, he wasin. Heat, tightness, and the sense of connection filled him.
Ryder tossed his head back and closed his eyes. The urge to howl was so strong in him. He let his head fall forward and his eyelids to crack open. He didn’t want to miss the look on Grayson’s face for an instant. He was not wrong to want to see it.
Grayson’s pink lips were parted. His tongue swept out and licked them both, leaving them wet and beautiful in its wake. He could not help but to lean down and capture them in a kiss. Grayson’s arms wound around his neck then even as their bodies snicked together. He was fully seated in his beloved’s body. He groaned into their kiss. This was right. This was perfection.
They continued to kiss and hold onto one another for long moments without moving any other parts of their bodies. But, finally, Grayson’s legs wound around his waist and his heels dug into Ryder’s lower back. Grayson needed him to move.
It was slow and steady. He pulled out and thrust back in without jarring Grayson. He wanted to be so gentle with his beloved. He’d been through so much. Both of them had. Andyet, he found himself not mourning Forsworn while he was so keenly connected to Grayson and this moment. He did not think of Legion rotting away in one of the dungeons beneath Daemon’s palace. No, all of those thoughts flowed away, he was with Grayson and that was all that mattered. Home was here. Home was with him.
His movements became faster over time. Heat. Friction. The contraction of Grayson’s body around his cock. It had him become more desperate as his balls tightened against his groin and hot tendrils of desire spun out to every molecule of his body.
Their mouths fused, not leaving one another, as their bodies pulled apart and came together. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh matched the beating of their hearts and their breathing. Ryder tried to slow it down, tried not to have Grayson tire himself, but Grayson’s languid hold on him had become tight and needy. His kisses rather wild.
