"I guess this means we'll have to postpone moving in together?"
"I'm sorry," he murmured as he moved one hand from my back to my cheek. He traced the bow of my upper lip with his thumb, and I sucked the tip into my mouth, biting gently.
"It's not your fault. And I guess it's not Zephyr's either. You were both blindsided. Hopefully, he'll feel differently in a few days."
Nolan hummed, his breath hitching as I sucked his thumb deeper into my mouth. I kept my eyes on his and watched them darken as I wrapped my tongue around his thumb, as I scraped my teeth against his smooth skin.
"Zamir..." He trailed off, and my lips curved around his thumb. I hummed, and his eyes flashed with desire.
He pulled his thumb out of my mouth, and I opened my mouth to protest. Before I could get a word out, his hand slid under my ass, and he picked me up as he stood.
I grabbed onto his shoulder, and he stalked to his bedroom. He closed the door before any of the fur babies could get in, then placed me on the edge of the bed.
"I love it when you do that," I said as I lay back on the mattress, and his lips curved in a smirk as he started unbuttoning his shirt. I licked my lips as his hands moved down his torso, revealing his chest and the tattoo that I had yet to ask him about.
"What does it mean?" I asked, and his brows furrowed. "Your tattoo?"
He glanced down at himself, as if he'd forgotten he had it, and then laughed. The tattoo was simple, line art of an abstract design that I couldn't make sense of.
"Nothing, actually. A friend was learning to tattoo, and I let him use me as a practice board because I healed too quickly for the tattoo to stick, and he needed to practice on human skin. But then I had the brilliant idea of adding my fire to the ink the way I did to alcohol, and well, it stuck."
I'd stopped listening after the part where he mentioned he'd let some guy touch him all over, draw on him. I knew he'd had a long life, and I didn't doubt he'd done a lot more intimate thingswith a lot of people. And yet this was what made my stomach twist. Why?
"What's wrong?" Nolan asked as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. The lapels fell to the side, revealing his toned chest that shimmered when the light hit it just right.
I shook my head. I didn't want to ruin the mood with my stupid jealousy over something that had happened who knew how many years ago.
"Zamir," Nolan said, voice insistent, and I sighed.
"It's nothing. I'm being stupid, okay?" I grumbled, and he stared at me for a moment before he climbed onto the bed. He straddled me, then covered my body with his, the heat of his chest sinking into me as he cupped my face between his palms.
"Tell me."
I glanced away as my cheeks heated up, and puffed out a breath. "I don't like that someone else got to put their mark on you. Like I said, I'm being stupid."
Nolan stared at me, and the longer he stared, the darker my cheeks got.
He sat up, grabbed the hem of my turtleneck—I really needed to update my wardrobe now that I wasn't trying to hide every inch of my torso—and whipped it off, threw it over his shoulder, and leaned down to kiss the spot right over my heart. My skin was still covered with his marks, and he trailed his lips over one of the streaks, following it to my neck.
"Trust me," he murmured as he sat back up. "I understand. I wouldn't like it if I saw someone else's marks on your skin either."
Nolan
Zamir blinked, swallowed hard, then reached up to run his fingers over my tattoo. If he asked me to, I'd burn it off my skin with my own fire without a second's hesitation.
"I guess I'll have to touch and kiss it enough times that you only ever think of me when you see it," he murmured, and my breath got stuck in my chest. His face was still red, but his eyes were determined, and I felt a smile bloom on my face.
"I guess you will."
Zamir gazed up at me for a moment, then bucked his hips, flipping us over so he hovered over me. His curls hung forward, and I reached up to wrap a loop around my finger, running my thumb over the silky threads.
Zamir moved lower, his legs between mine, and leaned forward. He trailed his lips over my tattoo, and I sucked in a breath when I felt his hot, wet tongue lick at my skin. He dipped down to suck at my nipple, then pulled away when I started to arch up into his mouth.
He licked, sucked, and bit at the tattoo, and I knew already that I'd never look at it the same way. From now on, I'd remember this moment every time I saw it in the mirror.
Zamir stopped, and instead of up, he moved lower. His fingers trailed over the waistband of my pants, and he glanced up. I nodded, and he shot me a quick smile before he pulled my pants and underwear off, humming as he eyed my hard length.
He wrapped his hand around my length, and then he took me into his mouth.
