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“What,” I choke out, “do we do, I…”
His grin widens. He braces his hands once more by my head, leans over me, and kisses me. Then he wraps his arms around me again, presses his body to mine, his cock to my cock, hot and hard and throbbing, and starts to rock.
“Oh… Fuck…” I groan.
Our cocks slide together and holy shit, I’m going to blow my load. He’s still kissing me, his mouth rough and soft at once, his taste hitting me hard. Not sweet like Mia, but salty and spicy.
God, I wish Mia was here, too, I wish…
My magic flares, spikes, making me jerk, and I grab at Ashton’s shoulders, crying out in his mouth.
He lifts his head, his gaze narrowed, pinning me down. “Stop thinking, Jax. Just stop. Stop thinking and just feel.”
“Think it’s so easy…” I pant, close my eyes. “Piece of cake…”
Slowly, deliberately, he bows and drags his lips over my mouth, over my jaw to my ear, biting into my earlobe, making me fucking shudder. “I said… fucking… stop… thinking.”
His hips roll over mine, sensation ripping another groan from deep inside of me. That slide of our cocks together sparks such pleasure that I’m helpless in the face of it, my body moving on its own, rocking up to meet him, the rhythm getting frantic, desperate, broken as the pressure in my balls reaches critical mass.
“Oh, Christ!” I arch up, stunned, my fingers digging into his shoulders and holding on for dear life as the orgasm sweeps through me. He’s panting over me, bowing his head, burying his face in the crook of my neck as his hips jackknife once more, twice…
He shudders and slumps against me, groaning, heat pooling between our bodies. “Damn,” he breathes after a long moment, stirring. “Am I crushing you? Your wound—”
“Ow,” I say flatly. “Help.”
“Shut up, Jax.”
I pull him down beside me and he settles on his stomach by my side, his head on my shoulder. “You should get some sleep.”
“If you stay, I will.”
13
MIA
The room is quiet after Ashton leaves. Sindri has my hand pressed to his chest, over his still wildly-beating heart, and his eyes are closed. I study his fine features, the long lashes and soft mouth offset by the hard line of his jaw, the thick brows. I’m dying to touch his ears. They’re cute. And sexy. And who knew I had a fetish for pointed ears of all kinds—fae and animal—on boys?
God, Mia. What’s wrong with you?
I almost hear Father’s voice talking about sins but it’s fading. I don’t believe the things he said anymore—about sinful thoughts being bad, about magical creatures being monsters, about magic being evil.
I don’t know what I believe.Yet. Still trying to figure it out. I do know that this can’t be wrong, caring for these boys, being the one to hold their hand through nightmares. I sometimes get the feeling they have nobody else in the world—which can’t be true.
Ashton has a family. I just met them. Obviously, they aren’t the most gentle and caring people, but he seems to have a bond with his siblings—and maybe the other boys have something similar with theirs. I have no clue about their families, they—
“You’re thinking so hard I can hear the gears turning in your head,” Sindri drawls softly, startling me.
“I thought you were asleep.”
He gives a one-shoulder shrug. “Maybe I was. But I’m cold. And wired.”
“You’re still cold?”
“Yeah. Maybe you can warm me up?” He opens one eye and the twinkle in it makes me snicker.
“I see you’re feeling much better already.”
“I’m serious about being cold.”
