As much as my training tells me to decline, my instinct says he’s mine. That his cum is mine.
“It is,” he answers me. I hadn’t meant to send that thought to him, and perhaps he hears that one, too, because he laughs softly and flops back down on me. “That’s going to take some getting used to. But I kind of like it. It’s way better than texting.”
I have still not mastered that method of communication.
Dante stretches after a moment, reminding me of a xelshe with their long legs and elongated spines. He does not seem to be in pain, and a little probing into his head allows me to feel that the herbs he ingested did aid in relieving him of his agony.
I cup his cheek and draw him in for a kiss, which he gives eagerly, though he pulls back after a moment with a soft groan. His cock is harder against me, and I can smell cum leaking from the tip.
“Will you suck me?”
I inhale sharply.
“Please. I have to go to work, and I want to know you’re taken care of before I do.”
He rolls over and takes me with him, my larger body hovering over his, claws digging into the mattress as I stare down at his eager face. Perhaps it would be easier to put up a fight if he didn’t desire this so much, but I can feel his hunger for my mouth.
“Dante,” I murmur.
His fingers touch my lips. “Love the way you say my name.”
My tongue flickers out, wrapping around his fingers, tasting the echo of his release and mine from last night. I hum softly in pleasure as I allow myself to slide down his body until my knees hit the floor.
With firm hands, I pull him to the edge of the bed and spread his legs, staring down where he is hard and eager for me. I ghost a touch up his length, and his cock twitches.
For me. That is for me.
“Please,” he whispers.
The idea that he would beg for me to taste him—to drink him—still sends my head spinning. And I cannot deny him anymore. Not my Dante.
My lips part, and my tongue curls around him, taking him into my throat with a single swallow. Instinct guides me, my fingers on one hand toy with his small testicles, the others touching his ass.
His hole is still slightly slick and loose from where I had taken him, and I retract my claws before slipping two fingers inside. He spasms around me, crying out softly as I suck him harder, pulling his orgasm to the surface.
I feel his pleasure move between us—not just in the way he moves or the way his skin heats, but also in the connection we share. His ecstasy is mine now, and I curl my tongue around him as my tail lifts and strokes up his thigh.
“Oh fuck. Cielo, fuckfuck,” he gasps.
I take him deeper into my throat, allowing my tongue to milk him, and it’s not long before he begins to tremble. His release is near, and I draw in a breath just in time for him to let go.
He shoots down my throat in hot pulsing ropes, and I drink and drink until there’s nothing left but tiny, pulsing spurts from his slit. Pulling off, I lick him clean, then stare up into his feverish eyes.
He leans up on his elbow and meets my gaze, one weak hand moving down to touch my jaw. “Do you want me to get you off?”
It takes me a moment to understand what he means by that, and I smile. A fang pokes into my lower lip as I shake my head. “No. You perrfffect.”
“Hardly,” he says, flopping back down. His hands make grabby motions until I slide over him again, and I give him some of my weight. He sighs as though my touch brings him comfort. “I don’t want to go in today.”
“Do not,”I tell him in my mind.
He laughs. “I don’t have a choice, baby. I’d love to stay here all day and let you suck me and fuck me until I can’t remember my own name, but I have bills to pay.”
I have never wished to be like Rathyn before. Not once. Not even with the privilege of comfortable housing and wealth to live without worry. Not until now. Not until I realize I cannot give Dante what he deserves.
I do my best to hide that thought from him as I peel myself away, and I extend two hands, helping him to his feet.
“I’m going to cook for us tonight,” Dante says as he stretches again. I love watching his body move. He’s not as graceful as the Vyastil, but I love how different humans are from us. “I’ll swing by the store when I’m done with work, okay?”
