“I want you to stay with me,” Saint said, staring directly into his eyes, “until you get tired of me.”
“So, the rest of your life?” Knight teased, but he couldn’t help but duck his head, instinctively hiding how serious he was.
Saint tilted his face back up. He looked just as scared as Knight did. His eyes seemed to echo Knight’s own fears;Is it too soon? What if he does get tired? What if we break apart? Then one of us might be stuck to the other forever; who would want that?
But overpowering all that fear and doubt was the blinding, desperate yearning.
“Yes,” Saint said with a deliberately careless shrug, “if that’s what it takes.”
Then he bared his neck. Knight didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward and sank his fangs into Saint’s throat. Saint cried out, his hands flying to Knight’s head, gripping his locs tight.
“Igris,” he said, breathing hard, “Entis, untis, represe.”
The bond lit up between them like a fire.
Knight pulled back from Saint’s throat, sealed the bite shut, then licked the blood off his lips.
Their lips met, harsh, frantic, their teeth clacking together.
Saint yelped when Knight’s wings beat, lifting them off the floor. He flew them over to the bed then unceremoniously let them fall onto it, their lips still connected.
Knight kissed him until he was senseless, breathless. He pulled back, red eyes flashing, and their clothes were gone.
Saint gasped as Knight abruptly flipped him onto his stomach. He cupped Saint’s hips, lifting them until his ass was high in the air. Knight took a moment to admire him, all that brown skin and soft flesh, his for the taking.
“Knight.” Saint wiggled his hips impatiently.
Knight laughed.Hi, bunny.
His lover jolted.Hi. Hello. Oh God, angel. I missed the sound of your voice in my head. Is that weird?
Not weird at all, Knight sent back.
He stroked his hands firmly over the plump curve of Saint’s ass cheeks, then spread them wide. Before Saint could take a breath, he’d dipped his head and licked a wet stripe against the split.
“Oh, oh fuck,” Saint groaned, his hole clenching greedily against the caress of Knight’s tongue. “Knight.”
Knight held his hips firmly to keep him from moving, then lashed his tongue at that greedy little hole, getting it sloppy wet. Saint was whimpering, clutching the sheets, thick thighs shaking. Knight pressed the tip of his tongue against his entrance, then slid it in to the hilt, until his lips were pressed against slick, warm skin.
“Knight!” Saint cried out, rocking back against his mouth. “Oh please, please. I want you so much—”
Fuck. Knight got rid of his claws and slid one finger inside. He pumped it quickly, his unnaturally slick saliva helping to ease the way.
“Yes,” Saint panted. “Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes—”
He whined through the thrust of a second finger, reaching back to push at Knight’s head when he was getting ready to add a third.
“Now,” he rasped. “I want to feel you—want to feel it fordaysevery time I move—”
Knight’s brain short circuited. He leaned up and shuffled forward frantically, gripping his dick, which was hot and throbbing, aching needily in his fist.
He pressed against Saint’s greedy little hole, angling his hips so he’d hit that sweet spot inside on every thrust. His eyes flashed as he used a little bit of magic to ease the way as he sank in to the hilt. He wanted Saint to feel it, but he didn’t want Saint hurt.
“Fuck!” Saint cried out, clamping sinfully around him, so tight Knight saw stars. “Yes.”
Right there?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesechoed through the bond between them as Knight roughly began to pump his hips.So good, oh God, please, please—
