The Lightning-Struck Heart (71 page)

His mouth went back to my dick, and I pushed experimentally into his mouth, a shallow thrust. He waited for me to go at my own pace, but his fingers tightened on my hips and I knew he wouldn’t wait for long. I tugged on his hair and he moaned, muffled around my cock. It vibrated in my skin and my balls tightened.

I pushed forward again, farther this time, fingers against his scalp. The slide of his tongue was wet on the underside of my cock, the minute flick of it against the slit almost making my knees buckle. I thrust again, pushing as far as I could go, his throat constricting and loosening as I pulled out and pushed back in.

I’d never felt anything like it before, the wet heat. The feel of his head in my hands. His nails digging into my hips and ass. One of his hands came up and he tugged gently on my balls and I thought I would shoot off right then, but I was able to stave off, though I wouldn’t last much longer.

“Stop,” I finally gasped. “Just stop and—”

He pulled off immediately, his lips swollen. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and there was something amazingly erotic about him, this powerful knight, fully clothed and on his knees while I stood nude above him, my dick wet with his spit.

“I was going to come,” I said. “I didn’t… not yet. I want.”

He seemed to understand my babbling because he stood swiftly, kissing me again. There was a slight bitterness on his tongue and realized I was tasting myself in his mouth. I chased after it, my hands curled around his nape as he rubbed up against me, finding friction and rutting into it.

“Naked,” I muttered against his mouth. “Why aren’t you more naked?”

“That what you want?” he asked me, kissing me again, then backing away. His eyes roamed hungrily up and down, taking in every inch of me. My first instinct was to hide, to cover myself, the heat of embarrassment crawling up my neck. But there was nothing cruel or mocking in his gaze. Quite the opposite, really. He looked as if he wanted to reach out and touch, but was stopping himself from doing so.

“Yeah,” I said. “That’s what I want.”

He nodded once.

The shirt came off first and I remembered the day in the river, watching him bathe, the sun setting behind him on golden skin, the flex and pull of tissue and muscle. It was on display here again, except we were alone and in my room. Then felt like a dream, hazy and bright. Here, the sun was almost down and the colors were muted. Candlelight flickered behind him, shadows dancing along his arms and shoulders.

“The rest,” I said.

He moved slowly then, and if I put too much thought into it, I might have said he was performing. His hands went to the front, unfastening each button with nimble fingers. He pulled the trousers open, his pubic hair darker than the trail on his stomach. He brought his hands to his hips, inching the trousers down. I could see the base of his dick, then the length, then the ruddy head as it sprang free. It was slightly thicker than my own, and curved toward the right. I wondered at the weight of it, my fingers itching to reach out and touch.

He slid the trousers down his legs, bending over but never taking his eyes off of me. His thighs were covered in light hair and were corded with muscle. He let the trousers fall to his feet. He pulled himself back up to his full height. Lifted his right leg, shook his foot free. Did the same with the left. Kicked the trousers away.

And just stood there.

I said, “I’ll be honest. I’m pretty sure I want to write sonnets about your dick.”

He gaped at me.

“Dammit,” I said as I winced. “That sounded sexier in my head.”

He snorted and shook his head. “It was still pretty sexy. Sort of.” He brought his arms over his head, clasping his hands and stretching back. Muscles bunched and contracted all over him, the light from the candle moving over his skin as if it were made to do only that.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” I said hoarsely.

“What?” he asked, cocking a teasing eyebrow.

“That,” I said, waving my hand at him up and down. “With your whole…
thing
. You’re posing.”

“Am I?” he asked, taking a step back away from me.

“Dashing and immaculate,” I insisted, taking an answering step toward him, not even caring anymore that I was completely naked and with a ridiculous erection.

“You don’t say?” Another step back.

“It was nice,” I admitted.

“
Nice
?” he said, sounding smug. He took another step back, and he was almost at my bed. “You think it’s
nice
? A minute ago, you were getting ready to rhapsodize about my dick. Now it’s
nice
.” The backs of his thighs hit the edge of my bed, and he sat down on it. He put his hands on the mattress, forearms flexing as he pushed himself back on the blankets. I tried not to stare as his balls bunched under his dick, dragging along my bed. “
Nice
,” he said.

“I like nice,” I said, voice just above a growl.

“I know,” he said. “Do you remember what I said the night we first danced?”

“You said many things. I wondered if you would ever shut up.”

He laughed. “I told you I wasn’t nice.”

“I’m nervous,” I said, cringing slightly.

His face softened. “Sam.”

“What?”

“In a minute, you’re going to come over here, okay?”

“Okay.”

“You’re going to kiss me.”

“Okay.”

“You’re going to touch me and I’m going to touch you.”

“Okay.”

“And then you’re going to fuck me on your bed.”

My mouth went dry.

“Sam?”

“Yeah,” I managed to say.

“Did you get all that?”

“Yeah.”

“Come here.”

I have no shame in admitting that I pretty much ran the rest of the way to the bed, jumping and landing on top of him. The laugh that came out of him was an awesome sound to hear, and his hands went to my back, fingers trailing down to the top of my ass, the full length of my body pressed against him. His breath was on my face as he smiled up at me, eyes sparkling in the candlelight. They reminded me of stars and I remembered my wish from that day in the secret garden, where I wished that I had someone to call my own, so I could show him why I was made for him.

And here he was. Ryan Foxheart, Nox that was. My cornerstone.

“You’re mine,” I said in awe.

His smiled widened. “Yeah, Sam. Yeah.”

I kissed him then.

Later, I watched him stretch himself out, his fingers glistening with oil, his breath hitching as he instructed me to slick myself up. His hips were propped up on pillows. I could barely take my eyes away from the sight before me, watching his fingers disappear into himself, stretching but trying to fuck into himself too, but not able to get the right angle.

After that, time slipped gently. I remember his hand on my cock as he guided me, his legs around my hips. I felt the resistance of his ass and the pull of the muscle around my cockhead. There was a flash of immense heat as I pushed farther. He groaned underneath me, his eyes closing, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths. He pressed a hand against my stomach when my hips met his ass, stilling me, telling me to wait.

I told him I would. For him, I would. For him, I would do anything.

Eventually, he nodded.

I gave a shallow thrust and he opened his eyes, staring up at me. I pulled out farther, my length dragging inside him. I pushed forward again and he said, “Sam. Sam, please. Go.”

And I did. It took me a moment to find a rhythm I could work with. I went to my knees, bringing his right leg straight up and over my shoulder, his ankle at my ear. His left leg stayed curled around my back, the foot near my ass. I rolled my hips up, fucking him deeper. I picked up the pace then, kissing his calf, the bone of his ankle as he moaned underneath me.

We lasted longer than I thought we would, given the months of pent-up frustration. Sweat dripped down my back and his pupils were dilated. He was breathing heavily when his hand went to his dick and he began to jack himself off. I changed the angle slightly and his eyes flew open and he said, “There, there,
there
.”

I could feel the magic under my skin and there was the haze of gold and green, and it whispered to me, telling me that I was
here
, that I was finally
here
, home, home at last. I cried out as he clenched around me. He said my name when he came all over his chest and stomach. I fucked him through it and when his hand dropped away, I pulled out and he sighed as I jerked myself off above him, once, twice, three times before I came on his dick, the spunk dripping down onto his balls and falling onto the bed.

His chest heaved as he stared up at me, dazed.

I said, “Holy fucking gods,” as I panted.

The smile that followed felt like a wish upon the stars.

“S
HIT
,” I
said, sometime later when I thought I could speak again.

“Hmm?” he said, fingers brushing through my hair. I’d decided that lying on his chest and listening to his heart beat was just about the best place I could ever be.

“I forgot to press below your balls when you came like Gary told me to. He’s going to be so pissed at me.”

“Oh my gods.”

“Remind me to do it next time.”

“Oh my gods.”

I rolled my eyes. “You sound way too much like me.”

His laughter rumbled in my ear and I thought that maybe wishing upon the stars was the greatest thing I’d ever done.

A Destiny of Dragons

I
T
HAPPENED
,
randomly, some weeks later. To say that it was unexpected is an understatement.

Granted, I’d gotten the both of us captured again.

Totally not my fault, by the way.

“It is totally your fault,” Justin said.

“Not really,” I said, frowning down at the fairy ring rising up from the dirt around my feet. “Okay, maybe just a little bit. To be honest, I’m a little bit embarrassed that I keep getting stuck in the middle of a magic mushroom circle.”

“Yeah,” Justin said. “I don’t think that’s the only thing you should be embarrassed about.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” I said, ignoring his obvious ire, “the last time this happened, Ryan was molested by a tree.”

He gaped at me.

I wiggled my eyebrows at him.

“You know what?” he said. “That does sort of make me feel better.”

“Good. It should. It should make everyone feel better. What happens now?” I shrugged and looked through the trees of the Dark Woods where Justin and I had been sent on a quest for Morgan (and by “quest” I mean the King and his Wizard conspired to force Justin and I to spend time together in the name of bonding—those sneaky bastards). “Either the mushrooms will grow feet and will lead us deeper into the woods, or Dimitri will appear.”

“Your ex-boyfriend?”

I scowled at him. “He’s not my ex!”

“That’s not what Ryan said.”

“Ryan doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Ever.”

“That really explains why he’s with you, then.”

“Oh my gods,” I said, eyes wide. “You’re sassy!”

“No I’m not.”

“Sassy,” I insisted. “Or bitchy. I don’t know if I can tell the difference.”

“Sometimes,” Justin said, “I think about what it would be like if you’d been born without a voice box.”

“Dude,” I said. “Whoa.”

“Sam,” Dimitri said, appearing out of nowhere with his tiny naked body and his tiny groomed mustache. “How lovely to see you again.”

“Dimitri,” I said. “You’ve really got to stop this. Kidnapping is not wooing.”

“This is your ex,” Justin said. “Him.”

“He is not my ex!”

“I’m his ex,” Dimitri said, fluttering over to Justin.

Justin grinned evilly. “This is just marvelous.”

I groaned. “You are not allowed to use this against me. Ever.”

“You’re going to be so used,” Justin said.

“Can I watch?” Dimitri asked.

“Gross,” I said. “Shut up. Don’t even.”

“I can’t believe you were going to get gay fairy married,” Justin said.

Dimitri scowled. “Hello. We just call it
married
. And I’m a
king
.”

Justin rolled his eyes. “And I’m the Prince of Verania.”

“That sounded kind of douchey,” I said. “The both of you.”

They glared at me.

“Prince Justin?” Dimitri asked. “Weren’t you with the knight last time?”

“I was,” Justin said. “And then
he
turned into a home wrecker and broke up my wedding and stole my husband-to-be.”

“That is sort of true,” I said. “Except for the parts where it’s not. Which was most of it.”

“I tried to marry him,” Dimitri told Justin. “His unicorn kicked me in the face and then they ran away.”

“That sounds about right,” Justin said. “I’m sorry you’ve been subjected to the horror that is Sam of Wilds.”

“Still standing right here,” I said. “With my feelings.”

And then it happened. The most unexpected thing.

“Why didn’t you just kill him?” Dimitri asked. “Surely it would have been easier to chop off his head than let him steal your man.”

“That seems extreme for something I really didn’t do,” I said. “And stop giving him ideas, Dimitri.”

Justin let out a long-suffering sigh. “I can’t kill him, no matter how much I want to.”

“Why?” Dimitri asked.

“He’s a pain in my ass,” Justin said. “There are days when I can’t stand the sight of him. He’s too mouthy, opinionated, and he made my fiancé fall in love with him by just existing. People worship the ground he walks on while turning their nose up at me, even though I am the king-in-waiting and he is but from the slums.”

“And he still has his head because….” Dimitri said.

“Because he’s my wizard,” Justin said. “And we’re going to be together for a very long time.”

My jaw dropped.

“Huh,” Dimitri said. “I think I’m attracted to you.”

Justin snorted. “Not going to happen. I am staying free of men for the foreseeable future.”