He leans down and kisses me softly. It is slow and purposeful, and the longer we kiss, the more heated it becomes.
Until I’m straddling his thighs, bringing our cocks together, and stroking.
He stares at my movements, his ears fluttering, his hum low-pitched.
“Rathyn,” I moan. “So fucking good.”
“Yes, my Everest. Always so good.”
His cock erupts before mine, and I follow behind him, gasping for air as I come down from the high of it. I stare at our mixed release and let out a strangled moan. “So hot.”
“It is very warm.”
I huff a laugh when someone knocks on the door.
“Oh shit. Is it Cielo?”
I scramble off Rathyn’s lap, rushing to grab my cloak, which is hanging on the back of the chair. I pull it on as Rathyn opens the door, looking completely put-together. I don’t know how he manages it when I have cum still dripping down my stomach and my robe is inside out.
I peer around Rathyn’s side and see another Vyastil there, a guard.
They speak quickly, and Rathyn nods, shutting the door.
“He is waiting by the portal, the one near his previous residence.”
“We have to go,” I say, tying the cloak shut and grabbing for my phone. “I know someone who might be able to help him, but I want to make sure he’s okay first.”
“Will he be safe with this human?”
I nod. “Yeah, he owns the sex shop and seems super nice.”
Before I rush out of the apartment, I grab Cielo’s jacket and tuck it under my arm.
We race down the hill to the portal, my breath coming out in small, short pants, my adrenaline spiking. I want to see him. I need to see him. I need him to know how fucking sorry I am for what happened. That this is all my fault.
I expect to see a crowd gathered around, but there’s no one. Perhaps that is an added insult to his injuries—being left alone. But I can see there’s so much more hurt than his pride when my gaze falls on him.
He looks beat to hell. One ear is torn, gushing blood down the side of his face. His left eye is swollen shut. His lips are scabbed, scraped, and bleeding.
Fuck.Fuck.
“Oh my god,” I whisper as I rush to him. He is slumped against the side of the shed, his breathing shallow. “What the fuck did they do to him?” I demand, staring at Rathyn as I drop to my knees. “Is this normal?”
Rathyn’s gaze is narrow as he fixes it on Cielo. “No. It isn’t.”
I scowl at him, but say nothing as I gather Cielo in my arms. He falls against me. He’s so weak. I let out a small sob. “What did they do to you? Oh, Cielo. I’m so sorry. So fucking sorry.”
He says nothing, just tucks his face into the side of my neck, and Rathyn lets him be. When I finally pull away, I cup his bruised face in my hands and meet his faraway stare.
“It’s going to be okay. I promise. I’m going to call Dante, alright? He’s going to take you to his place, and we can get you all healed up.”
His lashes flutter, and he gives a small nod. I quickly place his pink jacket over his shoulders, and he sighs happily at the sight of it.
“I’m so fucking sorry, friend.” I dig my phone out of my pocket and dial, listening to it ring while my heart beats frantically in my chest.
“Frennnn,” he whispers, and my eyes leak profusely.
“Yeah,” I tell him. Just before voicemail answers, Dante picks up.
