“Heal you?” Nelson rolled his eyes but there was a hint of a smile as he lowered his head and nibbled on Nox’s lips. “Promise we won’t get carried away. Let’s be gentle and take our time, all right?” he suggested but Nox winced.
“I was hoping for fast and nasty, followed by a fat stack of blueberry pancakes with lots of bacon. I amstarvingfor everything.”
Nelson pushed out a suffering sigh, anointing Nox’s skin with kisses as he slid lower. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Yes!” There was no doubt that Nox’s body was about to getrockedand that the pancakes would be sublime.
Breakfast was Nox’s favorite meal so Nelson made it his mission to master staples like French toast, pancakes, bacon, omelettes, and eggs over easy for lazy weekend mornings. Those lazy mornings often started with slow, romantic sex, followed by a sensual shower.
Not this morning, though. Nox was going to make sure theyneededa thorough shower when they were done. He remembered that the house was full of guests and covered his face with a pillow when Nelson pushed Nox’s legs back, holding him open. His tongue washed over Nox’s hole, possessive and relentless as Nelson feasted.
As with everything, Nelson was dedicated to perfection and pleasing Nox. For Nelson, sex wasn’t about penetration and physical release. Not in the traditional sense. He found fulfillment in the intense connection they shared when they were intimate and he didn’t crave any kind of physical climax. Nelson would be content to wallow in the tenderness of a long, clinging kiss and the intertwining of their fingers as they whispered in the dark. The soft warmth of their bare chests pressed together was bliss for Nelson.
That was how Nelson had healed the worst of Nox’s wounds and it wastheirsacred secret. Nelson’s soul tuned into Nox’s when they connected in that deeper, quieter way and it repaired his battered spirit. Nox felt new and lighter whenever they got off without touching each other. The climax grew from the center of his being and while Nox was invariably left feeling satisfied, it didn’t always result in a sticky mess.
Those moments were pure magick and Nox would never take them for granted. But it was time to please his inner demon. “Three fingers, please.”
“It’s going to be one of those mornings,” Nelson murmured to himself, then set about scrambling Nox’s brain by sliding two, and then three fingers into his ass.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Soft, pastel shapes reflected off the chandelier and glowed against the ceiling and the walls as Nox lolled in the warmth of the morning sun. Surrounded by crystals and wreathed in the scent of sacred oils and herbs, he bathed in the loving, healing magick around him as Nelson practiced a more primitive and earthier magick to restore Nox’s body and spirit.
His magick was tailored specifically to Nox’s needs, the knowledge imparted from a god and mastered on a celestial plane. In dreams and visions, Nelson learned how to whip Nox into a frenzy with the twisting of his fingers as they reached deep, deep, deeper, and curled. And Nox’s toes curled as his prostate was firmly stroked, making him see stars and hear harps.
“Now, Nelson!” he pleaded, desperate to feel Nelson filling the empty space within and driving out the last of his fears and insecurities. With Nelson, Nox felt whole and strong and like hecouldbe a god and do good, godly things. He didn’t think about consequences and failure and he forgot about what had been lost and how he had been betrayed.
Joy and lust drenched Nox’s senses as Nelson withdrew his fingers and ordered Nox to roll over onto his knees. He was filled with slick, thick heat, swift and hard and causing Nox to scream into his pillow. A firm hand pinned Nox’s chest to the bed as Nelson set a fast, clapping pace.
Nox held on tight to the edge of the mattress and the headboard.“More!”he howled but it was muffled by the pillow,thankfully. His eyes crossed when his hips were grabbed and pulled back, his ass locked against Nelson’s pelvis. Nelson rolled his hips, bucking hard and lifting Nox’s knees off the bed. The pressure in Nox’s ass and throbbing in his core was incredible; he could barely breathe and his heart was hammering in his ears.
“Good?” Nelson asked, his breath huffing against Nox’s shoulder blade before it was licked. All Nox could do was nod and hold up his left thumb. He’d moan something obscene if he removed his face from the pillow. “Good,” Nelson said as he leaned back and gave Nox’s ass a tender knead. “Now, hold on.”
That was all the warning he had before Nelson let go, slamming into Nox at a rapid, teeth-rattling, bone-jarring pace. It wasgloriousand Nox was insensate as he sobbed Nelson’s name and pieces of an ancient Gaelic poem. He came with a dazzling burst of golden light, his soul ascending to the heavens as cum spilled from his cock.
A heartbeat later and Nelson was with him, his spirit tangling with Nox’s as their bodies twitched and writhed together on the bed. Wet heat flooded Nox’s core as Nelson covered the back of his neck and shoulders in kisses.
“Are you okay?” he asked, gently sliding out of Nox, then easing them onto their sides. He curled around Nox, kissing his hair and covering him with the quilt.
Nox hummed dreamily. “Couldn’t be better. My bones have melted and my muscles have turned into jelly.”
“Perfect. Will you stay here and rest while I see about those pancakes? I’ll bring them up on a tray.”
“Breakfast in bed?” Nox snorted and wiggled his shoulders, getting comfortable. “I get to sleep in and have pancakes in bed after getting my back completely blown out. It was almost worth getting my ass kicked.”
“That’s not funny.”
Nelson returned with a wet washcloth and cleaned Nox and the bed as well as he could before going down to make their breakfast. He returned half an hour later with fresh orange juice, coffee for Nox, a bowl of mixed berries, a stack of bacon, and two plates of perfect, fluffy, blueberry pancakes with warm maple syrup.
“I feel like a new man, Nelson. Thank you.”
Nelson bowed his head. “It was my pleasure. What would you like to do with the rest of the day?” He raised a wary brow and Nox heard him hold his breath.
“Enough resting. Time for a quick shower, and then, a team meeting in the study to discuss our next move.”
“That’s what I was afraid of. I’ll tell everyone to meet us there in an hour.”
Chapter Three
