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I'm in my bed when I wake up. Rory isn't next to me like I wish he was. Shivering and uncomfortable, I get out of bed and walk next door. His door is cracked open and he's lying under the covers with his eyes closed. His even breaths and relaxed body confirm he's sleeping soundly. Not wanting to wake him up, I turn around to return to my room but stop before I can reach the door. Something flashes on a tall wooden dresser, and I rush over to it, my heart speeding up when I get a better look at it. This looks like the ring the stranger had on.
Lifting it between my fingers, I study it closer, rubbing the red stone in the center. I remember how a similar one flashed under the bright sun every time the stranger scratched his forehead. Other memories from today pile on. How he sounded when he talked, him calling me sweetheart, his unique pale grayish-blue eyes, and how he caught me when I was about to fall. Rory.
Looking toward the bed, I walk closer, holding the ring in my hand. Rory stirs a little, resting his hand on his stomach. Quietly, I slip the ring on one of his fingers and in seconds he's no longer a demon. He's… My hand shakes as I place it over my mouth. He's the guy on the beach. Except he's right where Rory just was. I slide the ring off and his skin goes back to black. His horns stick out from his head and his tail hangs out of the blanket.
Why did he want me to believe he was someone else? Did he think I'd like him better if he was? Did he think it was the only way I'd want to be near him again?
He's wrong if so. If our moment on the couch wasn't reassuring, maybe he needs me to do more to prove he's good enough as he is. Why keep fighting against what I want when all it's doing is making me more miserable? I'm scared of being hurt again but not as scared as I was when I woke up to him gone this morning.
Placing the ring on the nightstand, I slide down my pajama pants and pull off my shirt. I'm only cold for a brief moment and quickly warm up when I slide under the blanket beside him. He shifts a little as I press myself closer, sliding my hand down the front of his body to grip his cock. Long moans slip from his lips as I stroke him slowly, lowering my body under the covers. He jolts in bed as soon as my lips stretch around his leaking head. Fuck, he's huge. He’s so big my jaw cries out in protest as I take more of him into my mouth.
He tosses the blanket back, staring down at me with wild eyes. "Everly? What are you doing?"
"What I should have done yesterday instead of pushing you away."
"Molest me in my sleep?" He grins.
"No." I laugh, sliding back up his body to straddle his stomach. "Showing you I don't need you to be anyone but you. Will you let me?"
I cup his cheek and he slips his fingers between mine. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"You told me you wanted to know me for who I am and not think of me as anyone else. I want to know you for you too."
"What if I hurt you again?"
"Then I'll probably enjoy it as much as the first time."
Eleven
Rorian
Rolling his hips, Everly slides down enough to rub his ass over my cock. Is this really happening? Is he finally giving himself to me? How much is he offering?
Sucking on his lower lip, his lashes flutter as he slides down more, rocking his hard, dripping cock against mine. It's the only place where he's smaller than me and he has to lean forward to line us up better before stroking us together at a slow, antagonizing pace.
As long as he gives me a little more of him every day, I'll be happy.
"You feel so good, baby. I can't wait to see where else you feel good at," I say in a gravelly voice, grabbing his face to tug it closer to mine. Already burning up and spiraling out of control, I smash my lips to his. Our hot tongues tangle together and he tastes like all my favorite things in one. I can't get enough of his hungry, warm mouth and he can't get enough of mine either.
Panting and slightly pulling his mouth from mine, he continues grinding us together. Sweet moans slip from his lips when my tail caresses his back, teasing the crease of his ass.
"Please," he begs. I'll never get tired of hearing him this way. Breathless and desperate. He's a dream I don't want to wake up from.
"What is it, sweetheart? What do you want?"
"I think you know," he says, stretching out his back.
"I need you to say the words." My tail moves between us and circles one of his nipples before moving to the other. He shudders, his breaths coming out shallow.
"Your tail. Inside me."
"Wait here for me," I say, kissing his shoulder and gently moving his body off mine. He falls to the side of me, reaching out when I get off the bed.
"Where are you going?" he asks needily. Leaving him is so fucking hard. Five minutes is too long, and I hate how his naked body trembles under the blanket without me beside him.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be back. I need to get something. Keep touching yourself for me while I'm gone."
Licking his lips, he nods, reaching for his beautiful uncut cock. He's everything I could ever want. How did I think I’d found the one already when I wasn't anywhere near this happy with Albert? Maybe because a part of me believed my father about love. How it's not as good as everyone makes it out to be, and how you'll always feel like something's missing.
