Page 13 of Phoenix Chosen 2

“Uh, yeah. They’re machines. I guess they’re kind of like the fliers from your world.”

“Masheens,” he repeats.

I shake my head. “Like I said, don’t worry about it. I woke up in the hospital—uh, that’s like, a place of healing—and it felt like my whole body was broken. They said I had cracked ribs. But the crazy thing is…” I lift the bottom of my shirt and show him the side of my torso. “Does it look like I’ve been hit by a car to you?”

He carefully caresses my side. There’s hardly any pain.

“No bruising,” he mutters. “No pain?”

“No. Not really. I healed. I don’t know how, but I did.”

“A human should not recover from such an injury so quickly,” he remarks. “But a Phoenikos…”

“I’m not a phoenix,” I say. “I can’t transform into a chicken.”

Kalistratos snorts. “Have you tried? Youaredifferent, Tyler. Otherwise, you would not have been able to heal your wounds. And…”

He places his palm against my stomach. I hold his hand there. I know the pain is plain on my face, even though I’m trying hard to hide it.

“They were real,” I say quietly, almost to myself.

“Indeed. And we will find a way to return to Circeana and get our child back.”

Hearing him say the words “our child” takes me by surprise and completely breaks me. I turn and try to hide my face from him, but he takes my head in his hands and presses my forehead to his.

I’m pretty much full-on snotty nose blubbering. I’d thought I’d done a pretty good job of managing the weight of everything that had happened over the past twenty-four hours, but this was just too much. All of it was coming out, both my joy and grief.

I realize tears are streaming down Kalistratos’s face, too. He doesn’t hide it. His eyes are wide with fire and passionate determination.

“Ipromiseyou, Tyler,” he says. “This is not over.”

I squeeze my arms around his neck and he kisses me. I move on top of him, straddling his hips as I push my face into his neck.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

I rub myself against him, slowly massaging his bulge with mine. His body immediately responds, and I can feel the strength of his cock pushing through the blanket. He groans, and I draw the blanket back to reveal the tented fabric of his orange prison pants below. I press my palm against his inner thigh, hooking my thumb around the rigid impression, and hold him straight up.

I want to replenish him. I want him to know how much I need him.

I untie the knot on the drawstring of the pants and slip my hand beneath the waistband to greet his erection with my eager fingertips. The delicious heat of his cock fills my palm, and I lick and nibble the side of his neck as I rub him down to the soft flesh of his sack.

Kalistratos kisses me, then tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor. His lips find my collarbone and his stubblescratches against my chest as he moves down to flick his tongue across my aroused nipples. I close my eyes and drift away into the pleasure of touching and being touched by him. I love his body. I love the way he smells and the way he tastes. It’s heaven. Being with him is heaven.

I slide down his body and take his pants with me. I toss them onto the floor next to my shirt. His cock stands tall, and I take a moment to just admire his unique phoenix anatomy. The way it's ridged like it’s perfectly designed to pleasure me. The slight curve. The shape of his head. It's a beautiful color. No human cock could ever compare. Goddamn, he’s fucking gorgeous.

I’m rock hard and dripping with precome for him. My damn mouth is watering.

I dip down and push my face against his shaft, nuzzling my nose into the dark twist of his pubes. He hasn’t bathed in a day or so—I suppose the last time was at the monastery in Athenos—and his scent is thick and delicious. I take a deep breath of him. He makes my head spin. Pure pheromones.

Then I taste him. I want to go slow and tease him a bit, but I find myself swallowing his cock to the hilt within seconds. I’m desperately starved for him, and there is still a lingering disbelief that I have him back in my arms. Or maybe it’s fear—fear that we could be torn apart again at any moment. I hold him in my throat and bask in the way he moans with a tilt of his head, the euphoric bliss written plainly on his face. Only I can give him this kind of pleasure, and Kalistratos is eager to show me.

“W-wait,” he grunts as I caress him with my tongue, applying the perfect amount of suction to just the right places. “Not yet…”

But I can’t let him go. I want to feel the tremors of his climax while he’s in my mouth and watch his expression shift as I suck every last drop of come from his throbbing cock. I want to taste all of him.

He grips at the cushions and thrusts his hips forward. He can’t stop it from coming now; I’ve already pulled him over the edge. His teeth clench into that sexy-ass snarl I love so much, and he pushes his fingers through my hair in a commanding grip as his eyes flash brightly, locked to mine. As I swallow him one last time, I give him a pleading look to give me his orgasm.

His cock tightens in my mouth, then his delicious finish bursts onto my tongue. There’s so much, and when he withdraws from my lips, I open up and let him see the mouthful I’m about to swallow. He smiles through his hard breaths, then leans in, tips my chin up with one finger, and kisses me. His tongue sweeps across mine, drawing his thick seed into his mouth. I wrap a hand around the back of his neck and trap him against me, fighting to take back what I earned. With a playful grin and our lips still locked together, I flick my tongue against his and drink down his pearly relief in one showy swallow.

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