Page 20 of Orpheus
I continued to recount the entire scene and Calais held his eyes wide with astonishment as I left no detail out. By the time I had finished retelling every part of the story, I had already finished my second goblet of wine.
Once I stopped narrating to take a moment to breathe, I became aware of just how fuzzy I was feeling. My head felt light and a sort of dizziness overcame me.
Jason’s attention shifted back over to me. I must have made quite the stir, for he came by my side, wrapping his arm across my shoulder. “Why don’t we get you a room here at the inn, Orpheus? You deserve it after the heroism you displayed today. It’s on me. I’ll make sure the innkeeper is aware. Calais, why don’t you take him upstairs?” Jason further suggested with a playful wink.
I was in no state to deny Jason’s generous offer. Plus, it was so loud and rambunctious around us. I actually preferred the quietness and privacy I would be getting, especially with Calais, if he would be willing to stay in the room with me.
“Sure. I’ll take a room,” I agreed.
“Of course, I would be happy to escort Orpheus,” Calais followed up with.
So, we rose from our chairs. I grabbed my now third full goblet of wine and carried it with me, lightly spilling some of its contents out along the way as I stumbled up the stairs and to the closest vacant room in the inn I could find. Calais trailed very closed behind me. The palm of his hand firmly pressed into my lower back as we ascended the staircase.
He shut the door behind him once we found ourselves in the very first open room, while I took another rather large gulp from my goblet. Placing it on the nightstand next to the bed, I then flopped down onto it, my head crashing into the pillow. Calais hopped on the bed next to me. We both reclined, our hands rested behind our heads, staring up at the ceiling.
“What a day!” I exclaimed.
“Yes. It was quite hectic!” he concurred.
Perhaps it was the liquids that brought on a courage within me, but I rolled onto my side, staring at Calais. “It’s just us here. I want to see your wings,” I requested.
“Are you sure?” he asked, with reluctancy.
“Of course. They are beyond beautiful.”
Calais smirked, revealing his gorgeous ivory teeth, before sitting up in the bed. “Fine. But only because of your efforts today.”
He removed his tunic, not only letting his wings span out, but also showcasing his magnificent cock to me. I could not keep my eyes off of it. “Happy now?” he asked.
“More than you know… but I think you seemhappierthan me, by the looks of it,” I bravely stated, staring at this cock that was half-erect.
Calais slapped his hand to his forehead. “You really aren’t used to consuming that much wine, are you?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Not at all.”
“But at least it’s making you a bit loose. It sometimes doesn’t have that sort of effect on others. Often, it can make men angry,” he informed me.
“I don’t possibly see how it could. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. It makes me feel relaxed, but at the same time like I could conquer the world,” I explained.
“I can see that,” he laughed.
“But it gives me the boldness to also want to do something else I wouldn’t normally do,” I stated with a shrewd grin on my face.
“And what might that be?” He raised his brow as he wondered.
Within a second of Calais asking that question, I leaned my neck up, pressing my face towards his, our lips locking. Even in my slightly drunken state, I was able to fully appreciate the softness of those rosy lips of his. He reciprocated, much to my relief, by gripping the back of my head, pulling me further into him. This kiss was so much different from the ones I had with Apollo. There was more meaning to it. More emotions, more authenticity. A rawness behind it that didn’t just make my cock stand, but it was a kiss that crept beneath my skin and made me feel things I never have before. This was more than lust, more than physical attraction. And I could not get enough of it.
I closed my eyes, losing myself to Calais. He held me tightly in his arms. But soon, I realized I really waslosing myself, because a sense of dreariness overcame me. I felt weak, lethargic. Before I knew it, my vision blurred as I opened my eyes. All I saw were those vibrant spread-out wings of Calais and his silky pearl hair as I faded into an unconscious state, now seeing nothing but blackness.
Chapter 8
It was the sun that woke me up the following morning. Its beating rays tapping on my shoulder, and soon my face, practically begging me to come to from my slumber. I stretched and yawned loudly, rising out of the bed. My head was foggy with a slight ache in it. Dazed, and a little confused, I sat still for a moment, hoping to regain my balance before I stood on up on my feet.
My gaze wandered around the place, suddenly remembering where I was and what all had happened last night leading me here to staying in this private room atThe Ambrosiainn, in Drepana.
And where was Calais? Where had he gone off to?I thought to myself.
I recalled the two of us kissing, finally dissolving the tension of passion that existed between us over the past several days since we met. A swelling of warmth diffused beneath my skin, as I relived the intimacy between us in my head.
