Page 137 of A Soul to Steal

His tingling and throbbing cock said it was all real. That, although he hadn’t expected this, he desired Aleron even if his heart wasn’t completely open to him.

With his eyes crinkling and his teeth digging into his bottom lip, he pulled aside one of his trouser ties.Maybe I’ll be able to think straight if I cum.

Just when he thought he fully accepted his desire, the reminder of someone important flittered behind his blinking eyes. The fact he felt guilty that he thought of that person while being hard for another messed with his head.

It wasn’t Beau he felt bad for, though, butAleron. A strange turn of events, considering it should be the other way around,but Aleron was the one who had stirred this reaction in him. The stiffness in his pants was for the Duskwalker, and the Duskwalker alone.

I need to get over him.Beau was in his past. Eight years in the past. He was no longer his boyfriend, but his ex, and it was likely that Beau had someone else now.I don’t know how to do that.

He dug the pads of his fingers into his closed eyes.No matter how long it’s actually been, it feels like it was less than two weeks ago for me.

He wished he could disconnect it. To unlink them in his mind. He wanted it to be quick, and so sudden that he couldn’t even process it and just moved on with a clean slate.

He had Aleron now. A very broken and one-sided relationship, all due to his own faults.He apparently loves me, but... I don’t know how to really open my heart to him.He needed to drain it of everyone else so he could give it to Aleron. He’d like to do that with it undamaged, because he’d rather give himself over to someone fully.

I don’t want to confuse or hurt him, just because I might be horny.Gideon didn’t want to use someone like that.

He was also nervous about Aleron’s possible size, considering he was a freaking giant to him. Then, there was his experience level, his strength.Would I have to teach him? Or did I already do that?

He drew his shaking hand down his face to stare out at the heavy rain.Why am I even thinking about this?A few days ago, just the thought had filled him with suffocating dread.At least... the idea doesn’t freak me out anymore, I guess.

Gideon had wished for many things in his life, but he thought this may be the first time he truly desired something with his entire being.

I wish I could just... remember everything.

I wish I could rememberhim.

Curled forward on his knees and a single forearm, Aleron covered his sides with his wings to hide his body. Then, with his head hidden beneath the arch of one, he shut off his purple sight to focus on steadying through his lustful need.

He clamped his seam shut with his other hand, and blood welled where his claws were embedded into his own flesh. The pain of them was nothing in comparison to the unbearable pressure within.

His cock was too hard to be inside him. It felt jammed, uncomfortably stretching him from within. Even his tentacles were squashed, unable to move within the tight crevice.

He refused to unlatch his claws, no matter how much it ached. No matter how much his fur and feathers lifted in aversion to him doing this, he wouldn’t release his throbbing cock.

I can still feel his hands on me...

The press of his thumb into his muscles of the uninjured side of his back, so gentle and light in comparison to how he’d massaged the first. The impression of Gideon’s alluring fingertips tracing along the arch of his wing, the way they tickled him by lifting his feathersone by onein a slow motion.

Each touch sent tingles down his spine, spreading pleasure all throughout. They pierced his groin until he’d been forced to stop himself from extruding.

He’d needed to make Gideon stop before he lost control. His snorted pants had become so heated they’d started strangling him, his heart racing until he thought it’d give out. His mind had fogged until he’d turned into a desperate, needy ache, seconds from reaching out and shoving his precious, fragile, beguiling male below him. Any longer, and he feared what he would have done to his little human.

Aleron groaned when his abdomen clenched.

His cock ached, but the little embedded ovals at the base of it somehow felt swollen and so full he worried they’d burst. He’d never experienced anything like that within Tenebris, the sensation utterly new and profoundly intense.

I want him to touch me all over.From head to toe, wing tip to tail tip, he wanted Gideon to run his soft palms all over every inch of him, until he took his cock into his welcoming, rough hands.I want him to stroke me.Like the very first time, within one of the many forests of Tenebris.

I ache to be inside you, little spring.Aleron didn’t care how. If the male was below him, above him, on his hands and knees, or on his back. He’d hold him in the air while he stood, if need be, but he wanted Gideon’s body snuggling his cock as he blissfully pumped into him.I want to fuck him so bad it hurts.

He’d wanted that male from the moment they’d stepped foot on Earth, but the emotional lows had been too damaging to his desires. His bride’s tired and distressed expressions had not aroused him at all, and only made his heart shrivel in his chest in sympathy.

But now that some kind of truce had settled between them, and they seemed to be agonisingly slowly growing closer, it’d been nagging him in the back of his mind. At every turn, themore his bride’s features unwound from their tightness and hardness, the more he wished to reach out.

To touch the beauty of his human face, the softness of his light-brown hair. To draw the curved and smooth side of a claw just below one of his piercing green eyes that sliced him into tangled ribbons, only to brush over a soft lip. Even the strong point of his nose, the high arch of his full brows, and the sharp lines of his jaw and cheeks stirred his fingers, nagging at him to caress.

He often stared at the ball at the front of Gideon’s throat, his pulsing jugular, and his collar bones that peeked out from the neckline of his vee-cut shirt. Such delicate but mesmerising places which Aleron wished to brush the pad of his thumb against, knowing he was trusted to do so.

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