Connor jumped into the water fully clothed and resurfaced, with Adonis’s hands latched tightly to his sides.
“We swim,” Adonis said.
“Okay.”
“To boat.”
Connor had inherited Ben’s boat, too. The one that he’d never been allowed anywhere near before, and he’d found that in the locked door beneath was a living space big enough for him and Adonis to stay in. Connor had no interest in the house he’d inherited and, after going through the books last week, had contacted an agent to put the place up for sale. He’d offered it to Trevor first, who had stoutly refused.
“Let’s go then.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Adonis
Connor stared down at him from his boat, his arms on the railing as he leaned his weight out over the water. He had clips in his hair, holding back errant curls from his face as the wind tossed the sleek hair around. His all-consuming grey eyes set on Adonis, making him shiver like they always did.
His Connor’s lips had a proud shape, but his expression was usually hard to read. Adonis often misjudged his mood and was scolded when he got on Connor’s nerves. But not as often as before. It had been months since the tear had opened up and creatures from home had started to filter through, and aside from a few brief visits to their nest, they had spent most of their time on the shores here.
They bred whenever Adonis managed to leave Laurence behind, and Adonis enjoyed Connor’s virility immensely. So much so that he didn’t tell Connor that he was the wrong sex to carry him a child. He adored Connor’s persistent efforts and loved when Connor invited Adonis to try with him, too…
“Adonis?” Connor questioned.
“I will pull the boat out,” Adonis said. He was remiss to tear his gaze from his mate’s beautiful form, but he did as he must. He swam to the chain hanging in the water and guided their path among the other ships in the harbour. They were soon out among the waves, and once Connor started the engine, Adonis circled around to swim side by side with him.
The hair whipped at Connor’s hair, untameable, no matter how many clips Laurence put into it.
“Were you thinking about sex?” Connor asked as he climbed aboard. It was easier for Adonis to shift his form now. A simple matter to shape his vocal cords in a way that allowed him to speak.
“Yes,” Adonis said.
Connor’s lips curved into a wicked smile. His grey eyes were stormy. Adonis swallowed, desire tingling between his legs. This was the one emotion Adonis was skilled at reading. The look in Connor’s eyes when he wanted him was unmistakable. His body responded to his look alone, wetting inside in preparation for Connor.
When they’d first mated, Adonis hadn’t anticipated the frequency that Connor would want to join with him. In other pairings of his kind, blowjobs and handjobs sated the dominant male until their mate was ready to carry progeny. Connor had turned the expectations Adonis had about his future mate on its head in the best way possible.
“Why don’t you go inside?” Connor said. He reached out a hand, curving his fingers down Adonis’s hip. “Find the bed. I’ll lay anchor in a quiet bay and come join you.” His fingers trailed in, and he ran his hand over Adonis’s hard cock.
Adonis nodded obediently. Lubricant wet his slit, sliding out his shaft and onto Connor’s fingertips as he stroked his hardened length. Connor gave Adonis’s cock a squeeze before releasing him. “Go on, I’ll only be a minute.”
Adonis went inside the small door that led downstairs. Inside was a small living area. There was a kitchen, a bathroom, and a large bed that took up more space than anything else. Connor had told him this boat used to belong to Ben, the man who had seized Connor and himself, but it was his now. He wanted to take it through the tear to look around. The boat came to a stop, and the engine shut off. Adonis heard the anchor splashing in the water. A few seconds later, Connor came down behind Adonis.
“I had to do some refurbishing,” Connor said, sidling up behind Adonis, hands going to his hips as he kissed the nape of Adonis’s neck. “I wanted you to be able to fit in both forms. I don’t want to keep going outside on days where I want the challenge of teasing your dick out of you.”
Connor reached between Adonis’s legs as he set his chin on his shoulder, staring at his face. He took Adonis’s cock in his palm and began to softly jack him off. “Your cock is always out in this form, but you never seem to want to top like this. How about today? Do you feel like topping?” Connor asked him, grey eyes burning the side of Adonis’s face.
Adonis shook his head.
“Hmm…” Connor hummed. He reached up to tug at Adonis’s ear, toying with the tip between his thumbs and finger. An array of sensations zapped through Adonis. The urge to seize Connor filled him. To crush his mouth to his and mingle their tongues together in a dance. But he couldn’t do more than tremble until Connor released his delicate ear.
“I could put in a bit of effort to get you in the mood to top, I suppose…” He gave another tug on Adonis’s ear. Adonis could do nothing to hold back the desperate groan that escaped through parted lips. He loved when Connor was like this. Whispering so low, looking at Adonis with the promise of satisfaction in his burning eyes.
Adonis, with great pains, pulled from Connor’s grip to press his cheek against his, affection bursting through his body. How fortunate he was to find Connor. Something had been calling to him through the tear. Despite warnings from others of his kind of the danger, he had always felt that call. As he watched his kin pair off and he could find none that held his attention, he’d given in to his frustration and approached the tear, able to use his power to push through.
The call in his blood had led him straight to the glass that Connor stood behind. Adonis had glimpsed his face staring out at the ocean, and his blood had roared at him. He’d been unable to stop himself from approaching, burning to see Connor up close. He’d finally come to his senses when Connor stared at his filthy scales.
Adonis shifted his weight, a pang of irritation flickering through him. He was lucky that Connor had given him a second glance when he’d approached again. Many of his kind would not forgive a tarnished appearance, even if the problem was rectified.
Although Connor was very forgiving, even when Adonis’s emotions ran away with him…
