“One of Everest’s contacts got me released from service for now. And he’s trying to get me released permanently.”
Cielo’s eyes go wide. “Evvverrrst. Friennnn. Friennd,” he repeats again, clearer this time.
“Yes.” I go up onto my toes just as he dips down, and his lips—still frantic—find mine.
We kiss like that, tongues tangling for long minutes, our hands dragging over each other, sensation zipping across my skin. I moan, and he does the same, his fingers clenching onto me tightly, his claws drawing some blood.
I groan at the sensation and shift my hips forward, wanting more. Wanting all of him.
I can feel his cock against my own, and with trembling hands, I undo my pants, wanting to free myself so I can stroke us—together. The idea makes me slightly wild. I shuck my pants down as far as they can go, angry that they get stuck around my thighs.
“Help me out of them,” I breathe, and Cielo stares down at my bare cock jutting from between my legs. “Help me out of my pants. They’re stuck.”
“Stoooock,” he says and then falls to his knees, right before me.
The sight of him there makes me almost frantic with the need to come. Right across his face, his lips. But before I can, he shreds the pants from my legs and stands back up.
His lips are on mine once more, and I hold onto him, lifting myself up as far as I can, winding my leg around his. He picks me up easily, my ankles hooking behind his narrow waist.
Like this, our cocks are aligned, and I reach between our writhing bodies and bring them together. His slick cock is perfect against my own, much bigger and ribbed, but it feels so fucking good against me. Both my hands wrap around us as I stroke, the sensation making me groan and Cielo’s ears flutter.
“I want you to fuck me. Oh god,” I gasp as my arms start to move, my hands sliding up and down our shafts.
“Fuuuuuck,” Cielo says, that word almost a growl.
“Yes. Fuck me. Put this big dick right inside my hole. Oh my god.”
The thought of it, that ribbed cock tunneling in and out of me, makes me stroke faster, my orgasm quickly approaching.
When I fall over the edge, I say his name, a cry pulled from my lips. “Cielo,Cielo, oh god.”
Why does this feel so fucking good?
Suddenly, Cielo jerks and his head falls back, cum splattering across my legs, groin, and stomach. It’s always so much, drenching me.
What would that feel like inside of me?
I’d be leaking for days.
I hold onto him tightly, his mouth still pressed against my shoulder in a gentle suckle. I hope he marks me with something on my skin to show off later.
I sigh happily, feeling relieved and relaxed, my body still tingling from the aftershocks of it all.
And in the silence of our heavy breathing, our combined lust, I hear my name spoken in my mind as if he uttered it with his lips.
MyDante.
sixteen
CIELO
Today is Gia’s birthday. Dante explained what will happen and did his best to tell me why this is an important day. I do not know why humans celebrate getting closer to death, but then again, they have strange rituals that fascinate me. The tooth fairy is one that Brody told me about. His sister’s daughter was waiting for a small winged creature to come collect her tooth after it fell from her mouth. I do not know why humans lose teeth or why this creature wants them, but I did put a coin under my pillow to find out if the thing would visit me.
It did not.
Either way, the birthday celebration is underway. I am at Gia and Amara’s, helping decorate. I do not like balloons; they hover ominously like the orbs of Hyeth right before a lightning storm.
I fear that these balloons might be a bad sign. However, no one else seems to think this. Amara keeps hitting them playfully and laughing.
