Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Dax reverently stroked his hands down Everett’s chest and stopped at his belly briefly before he touched his finger to the tip of Everett’s very hard cock. He slid that finger around gently, gathering up the bead of precum that had pearled there.
He lifted his hand to his face and licked his finger.
“Fuck,” Everett grunted out as he pushed Dax back onto the bed. This time when he climbed into his lap, there was nothing between them, and it felt so good he had to close his eyes and just take things in. Already this felt like more to him. More than just a hookup. And when he opened his eyes and met Dax’s gaze, he saw that he wasn’t alone in feeling that way.
Chapter Fifteen
Dax
Dax’s heart threatened to beat right out of his chest because he’d never been more aroused in his life. His very, very long life. The man in his lap felt absolutely precious, and his slim body carried a sensual delicacy that both put Dax in awe and alarmed him. His mind held such a mix of feelings he felt a little overwhelmed. On one hand, that constant worry over accidentally breaking something if he lost his cool was there, but on the other, he knew his touch would only be reverent, because he couldn’t believe this special man wanted him so much. Dax usually made humans wary, especially the ones who could sense that he wasn’t human. And Everett might not be able to see past glamours, but he was highly sensitive to magic, so he should want to keep far away from Dax.
But he didn’t.
Dax felt Everett’s desire for him deep in his bones. Everett looked at him as if he was precious, too, something Dax was not used to receiving. He’d been close to lovers in the past, but this felt like so much more.
Everett’s skin felt like exquisite silk. His scent so alluring, it was like breathing in a mix of spices that intoxicated. And his taste was like ambrosia. Food of the gods. This was deeper than intimacy, deeper than knowledge, taking Dax’s senses to a new level.
He put his mouth back on that skin, groaning as all of the facets of Everett filled his senses. Every taste, every touch, made him believe the unbelievable. His intoxicated heart beat like a signal drum. Soulmate. Soulmate. This man is my soulmate.
It was impossible. Dax knew it with every neuron of his brain. His heart ached deeply with that knowledge. It just was not possible.
All that fled when Everett kissed him, then slid his tongue into Dax’s mouth. He curled his own around it, loving the small gasp of pleasure from Everett.
He pressed his palms into Everett’s back, tracing the delicate muscles and the small bumps of his spine. His skin was just so soft. Dax ran his hands down to the top of Everett’s ass, cupped it, pressed that wonderful body closer to. Their cocks rubbed alongside each other, and Dax slipped two of his fingers down to touch Everett’s hole.
Everett gasped into his mouth again.
Fuck, he was so responsive.
Dax rubbed his fingers over Everett’s entrance, and Everett thrust his ass back for more. He couldn’t stop kissing Everett. He desperately wished he had lube on his fingers, wanted to slip one inside and feel that tight heat. Hell, he wanted his cock in there. Everything below his waist was tight as a drum. The heat spreading through Dax’s chest was a warm rush of nothing less than euphoria. If he was feeling this before even getting inside Everett, he couldn’t fathom what it would be like to thrust into Everett’s heat.
Everett started to roll his hips, rubbing their dicks harder against each other. Slow, sensuous thrusts that made his cheeks clench and release under Dax’s palms.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to be inside this man now.
In that moment, Everett tore his mouth away from his. “It’s on the nightstand.” He brushed a tender kiss across Dax’s lips.
There was no need to ask what it was. The answer was in Everett’s eyes, in the eager movements of his body.
Dax grabbed the lube and leaned back to slick up his fingers. Everett watched him with an avid expression. Locking gazes with Everett, he reached around and rubbed his fingers all around that puckered entrance, then slowly slid one finger inside.
Everett’s eyelids lowered, and he parted his lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” Dax whispered. “You take my breath away.”
“Go deeper,” Everett breathed back.
Dax did, relishing the slide and the tight silky walls enveloping his finger. He pulled it out and thrust it back in deeper, then brushed the pad over Everett’s prostate, pulling a long, low moan out of the man. Dax shuddered, unable to look away from the raw pleasure on Everett’s face. Pleasure softened those hawkish features, and something gave in Dax’s chest.