Page 46 of Lyric

The police had a theory that Colt had moved away. His apartment was empty. He’d left no trace of himself, not even financially. They surmised he’d gone to the forest to live a feral life. They kept up the investigation. They’d even hired wilderness trackers at one point, but they weren’t looking as much anymore, not as steadily as they once had.

Though Jinn felt safer now, he still never went anywhere alone. If he had errands he wanted to run, he either borrowed one of my security men, or I went with him.

October came with spicy wind gusts and colder temperatures.

Jinn’s scent turned. Honey and caramel. I wanted to eat him up.

He came to me, wrapped his arms around my neck and jumped up to encircle my waist with his legs. He leaned in and whispered into my ear.

“I’m in heat.”

“Glorious.” I put my palms under his ass to support him, twirled him around and carried him upstairs.

Mate. Time for babies.

And how?

We hadn’t discussed that yet. We’d talked about the wedding and our love. Even family in a vague sort of way. But not actual babies.

Lyrican didn’t seem to care about any discussion. It was obvious he wanted them.

I didn’t have time to think about that in the moment. Jinn’s scent made me so hard all the blood had left my brain. I ripped his clothes from his body, turned him on the bed, shoved down my trousers and mounted him.

He offered himself like an erotic work of art, laying his chest flat on the mattress and sticking his ass up. For the first time, he didn’t want any kisses or foreplay.

Breed him well. Little dragons are cute.

The baby subject again?

I could only focus on one thing at a time. Right now, it was getting into Jinn’s tight, wet body as quickly as possible.

I ran my hand over those firm, round ass cheeks, so warm and satiny.

Our bond had developed stronger every day. His need was my own, his breathing, his heartbeat. His intense love for me. We were synchronized one to the other. My claiming bite had left its mark, not a scar exactly, but a tattoo of my making. It stood out from his skin in red relief.

I ran the fingers of both hands down his sopping crack and spread him. His hole gaped for me. I leaned down and kissed it, letting my tongue slide inside.

He squealed his pleasure.

I put my hand between his thighs and rubbed his balls and his hard, sweet cock. He was so hot down there. On fire.

My body couldn’t wait a second longer. I leaned into him, holding his cock with one hand, spreading him with the other. The head of my cock pressed easily inside him, and I slid in all the way, my hands coming up and grabbing onto his hips.

His slick made a crackling sound as I breached him. I pulled his hips back so I could get deeper. Then I began to thrust.

His ass glistened. His slick made squelching, slurping sounds. Every time I went deep, there was the sound of a slap as my hips met the damp skin of his ass.

He rocked back and forth on the bed, moaning, trying to steady himself with his hands on either side of his head.

Never had anything felt so good. My cock was a burning rod, ready to explode. I watched my length disappear and reappear, covered in Jinn’s essence. The sight sent my balls boiling.

I pulled out all the way until the red tip of my cock appeared. I wanted to see it against the darkness of his round, open hole. The head was engorged, shiny and smooth like an egg. It dripped all over.

My shaft was bigger than ever. Expanding, growing. It was my knot. I had never knotted anyone before. But now here I was with my cock pulsing and fattening at the base.

I plunged back into him, squeezing the growing knot inside. His hole stretched beyond what I’d ever seen before. I could’ve gotten my whole hand inside.

I leaned over him, pistoning inside him deeper and deeper.

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