Page 67 of D'Vaire or Nothing
“You were so fucking sexy as I sucked you. I couldn’t wait.”
“Would you please come here?” Heathcliff demanded as he tugged and shifted until he was finally able to pull a red-faced Brinley into his arms. Their lips met, and Heathcliff kissed him long and deep to taste his essence mixed with Brinley’s. It was beautiful, and he craved tons of intimacy in their future. They may have met the previous day, but Heathcliff was already addicted to Brinley. His phoenix screeched happily; the beast was thrilled with Fate’s choice for them both.
“I fucking love the way you kiss.”
“Each time you get near me, it’s like my whole body is set on fire.”
“A phoenix and a fire mage. Makes sense.”
“I suppose it does,” Heathcliff replied, bussing Brinley’s nose.
Brinley sighed heavily as he settled more comfortably in Heathcliff’s embrace. “We weren’t supposed to have sex.”
“Then you need to work on being less sexy.”
“No, you do. You and that fucking gorgeous purple dick. Heath, why are you so irresistible?”
“No, you’re the one with those blue eyes, that fucking pouty mouth, and the hair that looks like flame.”
“You smell like freesia.”
“Not a compliment.”
Brinley chuckled. “I like it.”
“Will you stay? Will you sleep over and not sneak out because you think I’m mad at something we both want?”
“I’ll stay. But no more sex.”
“That’s a promise neither one of us should make.”
“I know, what’s wrong with us?” Brinley asked.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
Heathcliff held his lovely mage in his arms and couldn’t find any fault with him, them, or the tiny flame of their relationship he was convinced they’d nurture into a powerful fire.
Chapter 4
It was undeniably the best day of Brinley’s life. Following a sexy night with Heathcliff, Brinley had woken up much as he had on Saturday morning. Except, instead of teleporting home in shame, the mage had snuggled against Heathcliff and smiled as he waited for the shifter to open his eyes.
Since that auspicious start, they’d spent the day together. They had a leisurely breakfast and burgers for lunch. Their single disagreement had happened prior to Brinley gorging on pancakes, sausage, and bacon at the Deck of Cards buffet. He’d elected to shimmer home to shower and change.
Heathcliff had wanted to bathe together. But a naked wet Heathcliff was far too much temptation for Brinley, and he was trying hard not to focus on his hormones. Which wasn’t easy since Heathcliff was the sexiest man he’d ever met. And Brinley knew how he tasted.
The eager Duke had even tested out his oral skills before they’d fallen asleep, and Brinley didn’t know how anyone could be so skilled at sucking cock without experience, but he had no complaints. He was reaping the rewards of Heathcliff’s eagerness and ingenuity.
However, Brinley wanted more than a good time. What he desired most was Heathcliff’s heart, and he was determinedto win it. Brinley supposed it was only fair as he was already losing his own to the gorgeous shifter.
Had they really met just two days ago?
“What are you thinking about?” Heathcliff asked, suspicion ripe in his silver eyes with their flashes of blue.
“You. What color is your phoenix?”
“Blue.”
“Okay, your eyes make sense. They flash blue like flames.”
