I hate that he said that. I don’t want to know that my shadows would ruin something potentially beautiful, but I think he’s right. He and I,onlyhe and I, would be terrible together.
Grabbing his wrist, I gaze into his eyes as I take his middle finger in my mouth. It reaches the back of my throat, and I fight the urge to gag as my teeth close around the thick silver ring near his knuckle.
His lips part, and he’s watching me with lust in his eyes as Ipull his finger out of my mouth, sliding the ring off until it’s all that’s left between my teeth. My tongue toys with it for a moment, tasting the metal and feeling the floral design etched into it.
As I take the ring from my mouth, I inspect it. Then, as I slip it onto my pinkie finger, I say, “I guess it’s a good thing we have Freya to balance us. Because I’m not letting you go.”
With a gentle expression on his face, Julian clings to my neck and kisses me fiercely again. My arms wrap around him, wrestling him to the bed and moving on top.
I know what Julian is saying is true, but I also know that I’m falling for him. Incompatible or not, I want him. I like the stoic armor he’s always wearing. I adore his cool standoffishness. I want to be the lucky person who gets to slip behind the curtain and feel his soft warmth that proves he has a soul.
With my mouth devouring his lips and jaw, I unbutton his shirt. He’s tearing at mine from the back.
“What are we doing? We can’t have sex without Freya,” he gasps as I get the last button undone.
“I know that,” I reply breathlessly. “I just need to feel your skin.”
Tearing open his shirt reveals his pale, warm chest. I press my face to it, breathing in the softness of his skin. His long fingers weave into my hair, holding me to him in a comforting embrace.
Rubbing my rigid length against his with our pants between us has us both groaning. Suddenly desperate to feel him, I sit upright and start tearing at his belt and zipper.
His chest is heaving, and my heart is pounding as I rip off his pants. It gets awkward when I reach his shoes, but he kicks those off haphazardly in a desperate attempt to get naked. While he does that, I undo my own pants and shuck off my last shred of clothes.
The moment I drape my naked body over Julian’s, our lips find each other, and we both let out a hum of pleasure. His legs hook around my hips, our cocks aligned and pressed between our bodies.
As we continue rutting against each other, the drops of precum from both of our cocks provide for a slickness as we move in unison. His hands grip my sides in a harsh, biting grip. It hurts and I want it.
“You can be rough with me,” he mutters, and just the sound of those words from his lips creates an explosion of heat and arousal inside me. Letting out a growl, I grind into him harder.
We won’t fuck—not tonight. I know that’s a line it would be unfair to cross.
But I also know Julian is giving me an open invitation. For every time I’m gentle with Freya, he’s telling me I can be rough with him. The thought nearly makes me come on the spot.
Staring down at our shafts pressed tightly between our bodies, I watch the way mine glides against his, the angry purple color in the heads of our dicks still clear to see, even in the blue light of the room.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper to him before kissing a line along his jaw.
“Bite me,” he gasps, his voice strained with his pleasure. “Mark me, Archer.”
I growl again before my teeth close around the spot where his shoulder meets his neck. He hisses with pain as I bite, grinding harder and faster.
“Yes,” he cries. “Like that. Harder.”
If I bite any harder, I’ll break the skin, but I love that he wants it. My teeth clench down as I groan against him, rutting to the sounds of his whimpers. His fingers pinch my skin harshly, pulling me against him and guiding my hips to the rhythm he craves.
“I’m almost there,” he cries breathlessly. “Fuck, Archer.”
I end up beating Julian to the punch. Holding his body in a vise grip and clamping my teeth down even harder on his tender flesh, I come with a resounding shudder through my entire body. My voice escapes me in a whining, screeching moan as cum fillsthe space between our bodies, making it even slicker and easier to grind against him.
Julian’s legs wind around me, squeezing me impossibly tight as he seizes in my arms. His head falls back as my teeth release his shoulder, saliva coating the area. His neck is outstretched, his Adam’s apple protruding, and I make out the movement of his pulse as the orgasm racks his body.
We lie there for what feels like hours, waiting for our hearts to stop pounding so hard and our lungs to finally catch up so we’re not panting so much. A strange feeling lurches in my chest as I lift my body from his and stare down at the man on the bed.
His cheeks are flushed and his lips are red from the nearly violent kissing. On his right shoulder, my teeth marks create a prominent circle in his skin. It looks painful.
“Fuck, did I hurt you?”
He chuckles as he runs his fingers through his hair. “I told you to. I wanted you to mark me.”
