Page 224 of The Chosen One Universe: Volume One

With strength a human shouldn’t possess, Sawyer pushed Saeward’s shoulder and moved to straddle his waist. The moments lost in thought had been enough for Sawyer to lose the last of his control. He writhed against Saeward’s cock, trying to get it inside his body with nothing more than the frantic thrusts of his hips.

Saeward gripped Sawyer’s hips in his hands, forcing them still even as he moved Sawyer back slightly so that he straddled his thighs. He would not take Sawyer like this, no matter how desperate he was. He reached for the oil, poured some into his hand, and then slicked Sawyer’s cock. Sawyer eyed him hungrily, his hands coming up to join Saeward’s as he slowly began to move his hand along Sawyer’s length.

The fog cleared a little from Sawyer’s eyes at the touch and he smiled. It lit up his face and Saeward was once again taken by his beauty.

His body reacted. He could not stop it but hoped Sawyer would not take offense. The sounds this beautiful man made, the undulation of his hips, the feel of his cock, it all combined in a way that had Saeward’s body singing with desire.

But of course, from Sawyer’s position, there was no way he couldn’t notice Saeward’s response. He’d come to full hardness in a few short moments, already aching and leaking with the need to be more intimate with Sawyer than they already were.

“You’re huge,” Sawyer said, awe thick in his husky voice. “Anybody ever told you you’re hung like a horse?”

Saeward rolled his eyes as Sawyer cackled, but he couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed hearing the human’s laughter and feeling his touch. Sawyer reached for Saeward’s cock, brushing away Saeward’s attempts to stop him. “Please,” Sawyer begged. “Please let me touch you.”

How could he deny him? He only hoped Sawyer would forgive him his greed when he came to his senses. Saeward continued his ministrations, stroking and squeezing Sawyer’s cock as he watched his face, learning each reaction. He wouldn’t have another chance, and he wanted to remember this moment as if it were meant for him. He closed his eyes, shame coursing through him.

“Hey,” Sawyer whispered. “What’s wrong?”

Saeward opened his eyes, meeting Sawyer’s curious gaze with his own sad one. “I shouldn’t enjoy this. I shouldn’t—”

“Yes, you should,” Sawyer insisted. He continued touching Saeward, smiling softly at him. “I’m not out of my mind anymore, you know. And I already told you I wanted this. I want to touch you, Ward, but I’ll stop if you really want me to.”

“Goddess save me, but I don’t want you to.”

“Good,” Sawyer said with a grin.

Saeward began to realize that as long as Sawyer’s hands were on him, he seemed to have more control. His temperature had dropped, and his heart rate slowed.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Sawyer breathed. “Water element. I get it now. You’re cooling me down. The fire inside. The magic. It balances things out. I read about this in my books, but I didn’t think… it shouldn’t work on me.”

Saeward hadn’t considered it, but he did now. The cult heated Sawyer from the inside, lighting a fire that desperately needed to be quenched.

Tiamat was a water goddess and the larger the flame, the more of a power burst she would receive when it was extinguished. He could use his power in a similar way. He focused his attention and ran one hand up Sawyer’s muscled thigh.

Nothing happened.

Sawyer grinned again. “Doesn’t work that way,” he explained. “I’m a magical null. Incense and poison or whatever will work on me because I’m human, but if you try to use the hoodoo voodoo on me, it won’t work.”

“But it is working,” Saeward said. “When you touch me, you’re better.”

“Hmm,” Sawyer said. His hands had never stopped their teasing touch and Saeward was so very hard, ready for whatever Sawyer needed of him. “I need to think about that, but later. Not now. Can you get me ready? Use that oil of yours on me? I don’t want to let you go. And not only because I feel better when I touch you. Damn, you’re beautiful. I’m the luckiest chosen one alive. The only chosen one alive.” Sawyer chuckled again before shaking his head. “I’m still a little fuzzy, but not like I was before. I can tell you I want this, want you inside me, and know that I mean it. I’ll never lie to you, Saeward.”

Saeward still didn’t understand all of the things Sawyer said, but he found he didn’t really care. He reached for the oil and did as Sawyer commanded. He dipped his fingers into it, and then guided Sawyer forward again so he could reach around to his entrance.

Sawyer frowned. “Hold on.”

He moved around, reversing his position so his back was to Saeward and his legs straddled his chest instead. It gave Saeward the access he needed. He inhaled, breathing in the musky scent that was Sawyer and sea water combined. He’d have to remember to bathe Sawyer after.

The salt water wouldn’t be good for his sensitive human skin. Saeward ran his hands reverently over Sawyer’s ass, gripping the muscled globes in his hands before squeezing gently, pulling him apart just enough to reveal his hole. He teased his thumb into the crease, ran it over Sawyer’s puckered entrance, relishing Sawyer’s answering groan.

With one hand, he reached for the oil again, even as Sawyer leaned forward and sucked Saeward’s length into his mouth. His tongue teased at Saeward’s slit and he lost the ability to think for a moment as incredible pleasure rushed through him. It had been so long since he’d felt pleasure that wasn’t from his own hand.

He pushed one thick finger against Sawyer’s entrance, slicking his hole as he went. He didn’t wait, couldn’t bear to wait much longer, and added a second finger quickly.

Sawyer pushed back against him, eager for more as his talented tongue continued to work at the sensitive tip of Saeward’s cock. Two fingers quickly became three and Sawyer sat up with a groan and began driving his ass back against Saeward’s questing hand.

“I’m ready,” he panted. “Oh, fuck, I’m so ready.” He scrambled away and turned again.

Saeward lifted his cock, holding it steady as Sawyer positioned himself above him and slowly began to push down. He made a gasping sound, his breath catching even as Saeward’s tip breached his hole. It stretched him wide, and it had to burn, but Sawyer had insisted he was ready, hadn’t allowed him time to add more fingers and ease the way further.