Page 87 of Becoming D'Vaire
“Okay…yeah, sure. Buy me a whole wardrobe out of this shit and parade me around, but do itlater,” Delaney managed as he finally got naked. Then he wondered what the hell to do. “Uh, want me to roll over?”
“We’ll need to face each other so we can bite.”
“Good point. Get the lube, dammit.”
Grigori snatched the bottle he’d set out on the nightstand at some point. “Want me to start with one?”
“If you don’t use at least two, I’ll stretch myself.”
Two slick fingers slid inside him and pumped in and out. Grigori coasted his free hand down Delaney’s thigh as the wizard clutched the bedsheets. “Relax,” he coaxed gently.
Delaney forced himself to forget how bad his dick wanted to be wrapped in a tight fist and breathed out slowly. It offered him the ability to enjoy Grigori’s touch and the vampire obviously approved, since he slid right over Delaney’s prostate. “Keep doing that,” he demanded.
“That was definitely part of the plan.”
“Good.So good. Yeah. I can’t wait for your dick.”
Obviously, Grigori was of the same mind, because he pushed three digits into his hole, and Delaney let out a sigh. He was not far from getting what he really wanted. Grigori had apparently not given up on the idea of torture however, because he glided over that tight bundle of nerves inside him on every stroke until Delaney’s muscles locked to keep him from coming.
“Sorry,” Grigori murmured. “I didn’t know how close to the edge you were.”
“Can you please get inside me?” he begged.
The fingers disappeared, and Delaney closed his eyes to focus on the beautiful notes coming from the sonata playing, unable to watch Grigori slick up his cock or he would blow his load.
“Lift your hips a little higher for me,” Grigori whispered. Delaney did as he was told, and one sure hand gripped his hip, then a cock bumped against his hole. “Let me know if you want me to stop, okay?”
“Uh huh.”
There was pressure, his hole stretching to accommodate the head of Grigori’s sex as it slid irrevocably inside him. When it popped through the first barrier of his body, Delaney felt like he’d won a prize. Fullness registered as Grigori continued his assault. He was considerably thicker and longer than the beginner plug they’d played with, but Delaney had anticipated that. After several torturous minutes, he was in to the hilt. No one moved or said a word for several seconds as their harsh breathing filled the room.
Grigori broke the silence. “For fuck’s sake,” he gasped. Delaney lifted his lashes, and his mate’s face was contorted in pain. His fangs were hanging over his bottom lip and he was so still.
“You okay?”
The vampire’s eyes popped open and were full of nothing but desire. “I should be asking you that.”
“I’m good.”
“You’re so fucking tight and hot. I want to stay here forever,” Grigori said as he lowered down and caged Delaney again to kiss him lightly. They stared at one another as he pulled out, then slid back in again.
The pleasure increased with each stroke of Grigori’s cock. Finding the right rhythm only took moments, and Delaney started to move in tandem with him. It was not something he even consciously thought to do; it was pure instinct. Delaney lifted his arms from the bedding and wrapped his arms around Grigori as they made love. Grigori buried his face into Delaney’s neck. A wet tongue skated over his skin a moment before his vampire bit him.
It was as if someone poured molten need through his veins as his soul wrapped almost completely with Grigori’s. The desire was intense; he no longer knew where he ended and Grigori began. He did not leave his fangs in long; Delaney’s rational mind reminded him he was likely too afraid he would drink.
And of course, because Delaney still had yet to sink in his teeth. It was not easy, but Delaney managed to take one hand and slide it into Grigori’s damp hair. He tilted his head, reared up, and sealed their matebond with his fangs. Their souls melded into one, and it was as if he’d been waiting his entire life to be whole.
Grigori let out a shout as he tensed. A warm splash of seed registered and once it did, it freed Delaney to give in to his body’s own compulsion. Pulling his mouth from Grigori, he called out his name as he erupted between them. Neither of them had even touched his dick, but it didn’t matter. He was fulfilled by the promise of eternity and pleasured by the unique gifts of vampires along with the magic he and Grigori always created together. It was enough to push him to heights he could not have dreamed of before he met Grigori.
Slowly, he floated back down to earth. The music was still playing, and the candles were still glowing brightly as Grigori crushed him into the bed.
“Delsaurus,” he mumbled against his neck.
“Yeah?”
“I’ll love you forever.”
Delaney tried not to notice how tears threatened at Grigori’s promise. His hands drifted over Grigori’s back; then he held him tight. “I’m counting on it.”
