I’m out of my coveralls within seconds, but then I hesitate once more. My cock will not fit inside her. I’ll hurt her.
As if he is the telepath, Max seems to know my worry. “She’ll stretch around you like the perfect glove. The perfect hot, creamy, tight, velvet glove. Sparkles was made to take you. Trust me, Lu.”
And strangely, I do trust him.
But still, I almost feel dizzy as I line myself up with her entrance and nudge the head of my cock against her flesh.
Gods, make me forever worthy.
And then I enter the body of a goddess. The sweet heat of her walls clamp down on me. I move slowly, feeling her body shift and morph to accommodate my size. Though a part of me is desperate to thrust and rut, I keep it in check. I want to be in this moment forever.
But Theo bucks her hips. “Shit, Ludo. I’m going to come again…”
Her need drives mine and I fall into a rhythm as old as time. Our bodies rock, slick with sweat, then I feel the change in her. A vibration which has my balls tightening in anticipation.
“Ludo,” she gasps.
We explode simultaneously.
After, I ease myself off her, and she reaches out a hand, trailing it down my face. Her fingers come away wet.
I’m crying?
Then Maximus is there too. I flop back on the mattress. He tugs at the blanket and covers Theo and I from the chill air. He doesn’t say anything, but squats on his haunches, leans forward and kisses Theo on the forehead.
“See you both at one.”
As he leaves, I realize Maximus the Hellhound…
Is my friend.
???
The centaur, gryphon and dragon all swivel to watch the Nymph and I enter.
The centaur’s nostrils flare and his fists clench.
The hound swats him over the head. “Cut it out, Dono.”
Theo leaves my side to hug her friends, first Duncan, then Willow. “You OK?”
The girl nods in reply. “I texted Naomi and apologized for going silent. We’re going to try and meet up tonight.”
“Don’t show her the tunnel,” Drakeward immediately snaps.
“Of course I won’t. I’m not an idiot.”
This makes Theo stand straight and walk to the front of the room. “On that note, I think we should discuss Naomi. I think we should bring her into the fold.”
I don’t like that idea. More people knowing our secrets.
The gryphon also complains. “It’s too risky.”
“I don’t think so. I listened to her thoughts. Naomi hates the Conclave as much as we do.”
“I know your bestie is knee-deep in love with Watson,” the centaur grumbles. “But that’s not a good enough reason to take a risk.”
Correct.
