Page 143 of Cosmic Captain

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I answered. I wanted this—no. I needed this.

“I don’t want to upset you.”

“You won’t,” I said, but when he frowned, I modified it, “or rather, I’ll tell you if you do or I need to stop.” I took a deep breath. “This is something I’ve been working through, with the help of my therapist.”

His eyes widened. “You’re talking to someone.”

“Camden and Pierce wouldn’t stop bothering me, and even Teddy, Seth, and Caleb kept bringing it up.”

He cocked an eyebrow.

“Fine,” I snapped. “I want to get better. For me. For you. For us. I want a future where I know how to handle my past. It might always bother me on some level, but now, I’m building tools to keep my past where it belongs and a healthy perspective. I’m not ready for everything and I don’t know if I ever will be, but I am ready for this.”

Don brushed a kiss on my cheek. “I’m proud of you.”

Something about that simple assertion sent heat flooding through my body. “I want you, Dontilvynsan.”

Don groaned, and I smiled, easily propped up on him—he was significantly larger than me. Though even as I thought about it, my fingers trailed over his sides where his scent glands were and I frowned. Dontilvynsan was a lot thinner than I remembered.

“Sweetheart?”

“I’m fine,” he whispered, kissing my neck.

He wasn’t. The more I studied him, the more I found changes. His scales were far rougher and duller than usual. He’d lostweight. His eyes looked so tired. I could see the strain in his muscles. Don wasn’t alright, by any stretch of the word.

Don pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “I’m with you, so I am well.”

I buried my hands in his hair and molded my lips to his, keeping the touch soft and slow. I scraped my nails over his scalp, and Don moaned against me. I grinned, swallowing the noise. It was mine. All of it was mine. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and tangled it with his. Every movement stirred my desire, ramping it up until I was desperate.

He gently cupped my ass, and I pushed up into him, wanting his touch. Pulling my mouth from his, I asked, “Do you want to?”

“More than anything.”

I grinned at his needy tone. “That’s because you're my good boy.”

Don moaned, low and loud.

Getting up, I resituated until I was on my knees over his face, hands gripping the headboard. Don was already reaching for my hips, trying to pull me down. I smiled down at him. “You want me so bad, huh?”

“Yes,” he panted. “I want to taste you. Please.”

In all our time together, Don had never eaten my ass. Hell, I could hardly even have him touch it. I wasn’t ready for him to fuck me, and honestly, I might not ever be and I was okay with that. What me and Don had was enough. It was healthy, intimate, and our sex was good for us, which was all that mattered.

“Please, Little Warrior,” Don begged.

“Oh, Donny, you are so sweet.”

Another whimpering moan came out of him.

I lowered, slightly nervous, but the position made me feel better because, even now, I was in control.

His tongue dragged over my taint and hole, and my hands gripped the headboard as I cried out. Fuck. That felt amazing. It had been forever since someone had done this to me, and Don’s tongue with its scales provided the perfect amount of scritch and pressure.

He growled under me, and I laughed. Gripping his hair, I said, “You’re the best. You know it. Now, lick me.”

Don followed my command.

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