Urian took her hand into his and slid back inside her while her body was still in the throes of her orgasm.
She cried out even deeper in her throat, then pounded the ground with her fist.
“Are you all right?”
“Aye,” she breathed, wrapping her body around his with a dragon death roll.
Laughing, Urian closed his eyes to better savor the feel of her surrounding him. If he could, he’d stay like this forever. How he wished he could. That there were some way to convince her to stay.
But it wouldn’t be fair and he knew it. If only he could leave with her.
Yet sooner or later, he’d have to feed. While he could go back to blood donors, it was such a disgusting way to feed that he couldn’t bring himself to contemplate it.
Not really.
Why can’t I find a spell or a god who could lift this from me?
But there was really no hope.
Trying not to think about it, he moved slowly against her hips. Her sighs of mounting pleasure delighted him, especially when she began to move her hips so that she could meet his strokes.
And when his release came, he thought he’d go blind from it.
Xyn smiled as she felt him shuddering. Then he collapsed and gently laid himself over her like a blanket. She savored the sensation of his skin against hers. The feeling of him still inside her.
For the longest time he didn’t move but simply stayed there until she feared he’d fallen asleep.
Or worse, had died.
“Urian?”
“I’m here. Just thinking.”
“About?”
“The fact that when I get up, you’ll leave. And that when you do, my heart will go with you.” He lifted himself up on his arms. “Promise me something?”
“What?”
“That you’ll meet me at least once a year.”
“Uri—”
“It doesn’t have to be here, Xyn. I’ll meet you in the human world. Or wherever you pick. That way you don’t have to know about my meals, or even think about them. We’ll meet for one night. If you find someone who makes you happy, then we never have to meet again. You don’t even have to tell me. Just don’t show and I’ll know.”
“And if you find someone?”
He scoffed. “I swear that I won’t.”
Leaning up, Xyn kissed him. “All right. I’ll meet you. And if you ever stand me up for another woman, Urian Deathbringer, I’ll kill you both.”
October 30, 7383 BC
Urian was starving as he sat at a table in an inn with his brother Theo and a friend. They’d entered the human realm from a portal not that long ago, and made their way into the city to find this out-of-the-way place where humans gathered to eat and find companionship and news after dark.
How he adored this new modern age.
Women had looser morals. So did the men.
