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I had won the tournament. In this one thing, perhaps for the first time in my life, my father would give me what I wanted. What I hadearned. He would use his tubes to make a child for Beau and me.
Perhaps I could take Beau as a mate, and finally challenge to start my own household. I would be the first hybrid to do so, let alone with a human mate, but why not? Why wouldn’t I be allowed?
Because my father controlled my every move so tightly that I could barely breathe. Because the king had never allowed me to challenge and break away from Crux’s control, because he hated me as though I, not Crux, had been the man to violate his wife before he met her. And until one of those things changed, just like Beau and the other humans, I was little more than a possession of my father.
CHAPTER11
BEAU
Okay, so a lifetime of living as a poorly closeted gay guy in the rural South—one so obvious that the guys better at passing could hit on, could fuck, but would shove into lockers or taunt if anyone was around to see them get near me—had proven that sex didn’t always mean what I hoped it did.
It wasn’t always a promise that I mattered, a sign that I meant something to somebody. But this? It had to be, right? Vorian was way too serious and way too thoughtful to fuck me if he didn’t really mean it.
And Jesus H. Christ, did he fuck me like he meant it.
Sure, some of that was a fringe benefit of having the biggest dick I’d ever seen in person, but some of it was just Vorian. He didn’t hold back. And those ridges? Holy hell, it was like he was touching every inch inside my ass at once, the ripple of his push and pull like a vibration at my core.
Never in my life had I come without jerking my cock in my fist, desperate to get off before the guy inside me came and lost interest. But something about Vorian, that tingly slick that leaked from his tip, the tapered end that spread me wide and stretched my rim, those ridges that made sure he got my prostate on every stroke—and then some—had me coming off the bed, spraying on my stomach before I knew what was what.
When he came, it was like something else completely. His dick pulsed in me, shooting wave after wave of pure warmth deep inside, filling me until my core felt like dripping hot caramel sauce and dandelion sunlight.
I couldn’t unhook my legs from around his waist, didn’t want to let him go, but it didn’t matter. Vorian loomed above me, enormous, out of breath, smiling with his lips dark and the edges of his ears even bluer than normal when I pushed back his sleek black hair.
There weren’t words in my head, but it didn’t matter. I wouldn’t have gotten them out anyway.
His hips edged back, his dick slipping out of me inch by ridged inch. I whimpered, and he shushed me with a soft sound, his lips nibbling mine. He traced kisses down my neck, across my chest, until he was licking the come off my belly while my breath jumped.
Holy fuck, everything about the guy was tingly and warm, something in his saliva making gooseflesh rise across every inch of my skin.
At my whine, I felt the curve of his smile below my belly button. Then, he licked me everywhere, cleaning me up, making me shiver and shake with complete overwhelm. When his tongue circled my nipple, I squeaked, reaching my arms out, wrapping them around his neck and dragging him close.
“Need you,” I muttered. “Don’t go.”
He shook his head, burying it against my neck. Even though his head—every bit of him, really—was so much bigger than me, he fit there. Somehow, none-too-comfortably, he slid up onto the small cot and curled around me. My body was trapped between the wall behind me and his warmth against my front.
We were crowded and scrunched up, and it was perfect. I wrapped my leg around his hip, hid my face against his chest, and sighed.
This was the safest I’d felt—
Fuck. This was the safest I’d ever felt. I was outside my dad’s house. Off the whole freaking planet. Held in the arms of a gentle alien who could, undoubtedly, kill everyone I’d ever met.
But right then, he was using those lethal hands to trace the shape of my back. One large, curious hand cupped my ass again. Those long fingers of his nudged between my cheeks, traced the crease. My rim was stretched, still tingling and raw from the pounding fuck.
I gasped as he ran a finger around the circle. He dipped a fingertip inside, just like how he had at first.
But then it sank deeper to test that tingling hot fluid he’d pumped into my body. He fucked it in with a slow finger. Pulled out, spread it over my skin, and sank inside again.
I whimpered against his chest, my eyes closed, lashes fluttering against his skin. I couldn’t come again. Not after that, and not after having Crux take my donation before, but I still thrust against his belly, looking for friction and heat and—and I just wanted him closer.
“My Beau,” he whispered, a sweet rumble in my ear that made me whine every bit as much as the gentle fuck of his expert finger.
Desperate and senseless, I nodded, pressing my mouth against the mark on his chest. His Beau. Vorian’s. That sounded fine to me. If he wanted me, I was his. No question.
Just as long as he stayed close like this. I’d eat tasteless Styrofoam for the rest of my life. Live in a box too small to even get a good pace in.
If I could have Vorian, I didn’t care about anything else.
But then there was a sound. A crash, and I jerked, my body clenching around nothing as Vorian’s slick finger slipped out of me. He flinched and sat up, maneuvering me behind him.
