Page 114 of Cosmic Castaway

Caleb laughed, clinging to my brother. “I like this game. We should play it more often.”

I growled. Normally, I was entertained by their antics and joined in, but now, every moment away from Bartholomew felt like an eternity.

Kalvoxrencol was far too busy with a drunk Seth to add his own teasing remarks. Seth swayed and sputtered something about not being tired while my brother argued that he was indeed exhausted.

Zoltilvoxfyn raised his eyebrows, and I growled again, motioning to the door. Why weren’t they leaving? Caleb gave an exaggerated yawn, and Zoltilvoxfyn smirked. They took their time to leave, dragging the moment out to irritate me. When they finally stepped into the doorway, Caleb grabbed Zoltilvoxfyn’s butt, which made me huff. Caleb had a desire to publicly claim Zoltilvoxfyn, and he certainly did it frequently.

Kalvoxrencol stepped in front of me, blocking the sight; Seth was cradled in his arms, sleeping. “I left some things for you over there.”

“What?”

“Protection for Bartholomew so you can prepare him, and the lubrication that I’ve found works the best.”

My soul pounded at the thought of being intimate with my mate, but at the same time, I felt a tinge of embarrassment that my little brother had to help me with my sex life. While drakcol had no shame in regard to sex and my brothers and I were very open about our activities, I didn’t enjoy Kalvoxrencol having to assist me. Yet I appreciated it.

“Thank you.”

He nudged me with his tail. “Happy to help. Now, I need to get my husband to our quarters.”

My gaze flicked to the gold band he wore. It was something humans did. Caleb didn’t care for the tradition, so he had Zoltilvoxfyn hadn’t exchanged rings, nor did they call each other husband. But perhaps Bartholomew wanted to. We could be husbands.

I grinned. I liked the thought of that. We would be mates and husbands—bound together even tighter.

Kalvoxrencol departed with his mate, and I collected the items he left behind before limping into my bedroom.

We hadn’t fucked yet, and I yearned to be inside of Teddy so bad. Since my injury, we hadn’t done more than sucking or frotting, because I was in too much pain. But in the last few days, I’d recovered enough that I was ready for more.

I froze in the doorway, soul leaping. Bartholomew was stretched out on the bed, naked. My cock swelled in a hurry, making me dizzy. I’d seen him without clothes many times, but each time burned me like it was the first.

He lifted his arms above his head and arched with a low groan. I chewed on my lip, my teeth catching on my piercing. He was so lovely. I had never seen anything more attractive than my naked mate, on my bed, waiting for me.

Bartholomew frowned. “I don’t have my glasses on, so either you are stunned speechless or this is doing nothing for you and I’m making a fool of myself.”

I sprang forward. “You are gorgeous.” I crawled on top of him and captured his mouth. He grabbed my butt as he played with my lip ring, making me growl. My tail whipped and my wings sprawled. One of his hands moved tentatively over one cheek to the base of my spine where my tail began.

He grabbed it, and I moaned into his mouth. He caressed the delicate scales at the base, and I hissed, shards of pleasure racing up my spine. Bartholomew grinned and caught my lips again as he continued to play with my tail.

“I need you, Mate.” My cock was hard and dripping pre-seed in my undershorts.

“Sounds good,” he said against my lips, shoving my trousers down a tinge to caress the bare scales on my butt.

“I want to enter you.”

“I figured that’s what you meant.” He whispered in my ear, his breath hot and tainted with alcohol, “I got ready for you while you kicked everyone out.”

A moan ripped out of me, and I kissed his cheek before stripping off my trousers and undershorts. I straddled him and ripped my shirt off. His hands immediately roamed my chest, tracing my healing injuries, which made me whimper. My skin was so sensitive. He traced and explored my chest before reaching one of my nipples, rolling it between his fingers. I bit my lips, rocking against him to seek friction for my needy cock. In no time at all, something started to harden beneath me. Ismirked. As much as I craved my mate, he desired me just as much, and there was something so attractive about that.

Bartholomew moaned, gripping my hips and dragging me harder onto him, so his cock slid against my perineum and balls. “Now,” he ordered. “Now, Honey. I want you inside of me.”

“Not yet. I must get you primed.”

When he frowned, I kissed the cute divot between his eyebrows. Bartholomew protested as I shifted off him, but I didn’t let it deter me. I had to take care of him to ensure I didn’t injure him. I put everything I needed within reach. Staring at the neat line, I swallowed as nerves skittered down my spine.

What if I hurt him?

This was Bartholomew’s first time, and my first time with a human. Humans were so fragile, and he was more so than normal. He was still underweight and slight, frail from his lack of nutrition. I didn’t want to damage him.

Bartholomew reached for me, and I couldn’t resist. He kissed me. His lips were soft on mine. Undemanding. Unhurried. He cupped my cheeks, thumbs sliding over me. “Stop worrying and fuck me.”

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