Page 82 of D'Vaire or Nothing
Already growing hard, Brinley worked quickly to shed his jeans, underwear, and socks. He brushed past Heathcliff to sprawl on the sheets. Heathcliff grabbed some lube from the nightstand as Brinley fought the urge to stroke his dick. A little friction would be wonderful, but he refused to end things prematurely.
Stacking his hands behind his head, Brinley watched with a smile as Heathcliff undressed and bared all his beautiful dark purple skin. He had little body hair which hid none of his muscles from view. And the black curls around his length were partially obscured thanks to the way his hardened prick was already pointing at the ceiling.
Brinley licked his lips in anticipation and held out his arms as Heathcliff climbed onto the mattress. The phoenix shifter crawled over Brinley and took his mouth in a searing kiss. Burying his fingers in Heathcliff’s hair, Brinley moaned as the Brynewielm Duke lay fully atop him so they came into contact from chest to feet.
It was an intoxicating treat to hold Heathcliff close, but a voice inside Brinley screamed that they were no closer to that second hoop they so desperately wanted. As if reading his mind,Heathcliff continued to taste him with demanding, vigorous strokes of his agile tongue as he rolled to the side.
Brinley thrust his leg up onto Heathcliff’s hip to give the shifter room to stretch him. So focused on mauling Heathcliff, Brinley wasn’t sure where the lube had gone, but the question was answered when a slick finger traced his entrance. Every nerve ending in Brinley went on full alert, and he pushed his ass out as Heathcliff slid that digit inside him.
Already desperate, Brinley clutched Heathcliff and focused on their kisses. If he allowed himself to think about the way Heathcliff was fingering him, he’d lose his mind or get some friction on his dick to give his aching balls what they wanted. The scent of freesia dazzled his senses in the best way, and Brinley loved the way being with Heathcliff overwhelmed him.
“Can I use two?” Heathcliff whispered gruffly.
“Shove six in there for all I care.”
“I’d never hurt you.”
Brinley had to take a deep breath to figure out how to use words again. Heathcliff had slipped two wet fingers into him and immediately touched his prostate.
“You’re my mate,” Brinley managed as he dug his short nails into Heathcliff’s skin. “You can’t hurt me. Fate makes sure of it.”
“Too bad. Your ass is still getting stretched.”
“For your fat purple cock.”
“Only if you don’t come until then.”
Jerking at the intense pleasure of having that little bundle of nerves inside him being toyed with every couple of strokes, Brinley wondered for the first time if he’d make it long enough to get his phoenix bite.
“Be nice to me, Heath,” Brinley begged.
“Sorry, baby, I want to make this a night you never forget. I’ll stop.”
Brinley brushed his thumb across Heathcliff’s cheekbone as he studied the sincerity and love in his silver eyes.
“Don’t worry, it’s already special. So fucking special. And I get a phoenix bite. My first one.”
Heathcliff dipped his tongue into Brinley’s mouth to taste him, and the mage was thrilled they no longer had to chat. He wanted to focus on the riotous sensations coursing through him. Brinley was slick with sweat, and his soul burned brightly as his fire waited for the incredible moment when he would be fully bound to Heathcliff.
His cock throbbed, and the tiny bit of friction he managed against Heathcliff’s belly was another layer of sensation rocketing him closer to climax. Thankfully, Heathcliff didn’t bother with questions or conversation as he gently pushed three fingers into Brinley’s pucker. A moment of peace settled through Brinley.
Completion was close.
Serenity didn’t last long. Heathcliff crooked those digits and touched Brinley’s prostate again. It forced a long drawn-out moan from Brinley, and he tore his mouth free to fully absorb the desire consuming him. He lay there with his neck arched for what seemed like hours as Heathcliff drove him out of his mind.
“Where’s the fucking lube?” Brinley asked breathlessly.
“Why?”
Ignoring the question, Brinley moved, and Heathcliff cursed as he pulled his hand away from the mage’s ass. It left Brinley feeling empty, but he’d have much more than fingers soon. Sitting halfway up, Brinley discovered the bottle of slick behind his mate. He grabbed it and dumped some into his palm. It was too much, but he couldn’t be bothered with details like that.
Tossing the bottle aside and not caring where it landed, Brinley grabbed Heathcliff’s cock. The phoenix hissed as Brinley covered his rigid length with cold lube.
“Shit,” Heathcliff grumbled.
“How do you want me, Heath? I need that bite.”
“It’s my first time, how do I know?”
