Page 33 of On A Rift's Edge
Lyall couldn’t do much more than laugh a yes in response, and Kat began to press kisses along Lyall’s jawline. He kept moving down, sucking hard at the pulse point in his neck, then licking and biting at Lyall’s nipples.
Okay, a very sexy kitten.
Kat nibbled his way down Lyall’s abdomen, his fingers playing with chest hair on the way. Lyall was already hard, and he let out a groan as Kat pulled down the shorts he had loaned him and freed his cock.
“I have been wanting to do this for so long.” Kat peered up at him through his thick black eyelashes, his lips parted and his eyes wide.
Fuck. Lyall might come from that look alone.
Kat took hold of Lyall’s cock and licked a trail up from the base to the tip, his pink tongue darting in and out. Then he mouthed the foreskin and took Lyall into the heat of his mouth.
It was amazing and overwhelming at once. Lyall didn’t know how much of this was the Matchmaker and how much was Kat being unbelievably good at giving head.
His balls drew up, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He wanted—no, needed—for them to be together this first time.
“Come up here with me.” Lyall threaded his fingers through Kat’s hair, so soft and silky, and fought the urge to buck his hips up and drive his cock even deeper into Kat’s throat.
Kat nodded and came off with a saucy pop, then crawled up to lock their mouths together. He tasted bitter and salty at once and so, so good. As Lyall reached out to grab both of their cocks in one hand, Kat let out a soft moan, then rutted into Lyall’s grip.
Neither of them lasted much longer after that.
Kat came first, with a shudder and a gasp. Lyall ran out of Earth and Riftworld languages to say “fuck, yes” in, and his vision whited out with the intensity of the orgasm.
Lyall stroked Kat’s hair as the human rested his head on Lyall’s chest, relishing his soft sigh of contentment.
It was everything Lyall had fantasized about and more. Kat next to him, skin to skin, relaxed, safe, and sated. It should be like this always.
But it wouldn’t be. Kat didn’t want to be trapped by the Matchmaker. He had made that clear.
Lyall had to tell Kat the truth. He should have done it earlier, but after this mind-blowing sex he didn’t have a choice.
“That was amazing.” Kat snuggled closer, his words slurred, as if he was already drowsy.
Lyall wracked his brain for a way to start the conversation instead of blurting it out. There wasn’t an easy way to bring up that Kat had been chosen by an alien intelligence to be Lyall’s partner. Forever.
He took too long to say something.
Kat pushed off him, no longer sleepy. His voice had a little quaver in it, as if Lyall’s silence had hurt him. “Like I said. Contract-free fooling around. I’m going to wash up, and then I need to get some sleep.”
Lyall tried to get a word in, but Kat was already out the door and in the bathroom.
“Fuck me.” Lyall let his head drop back on the pillow. He had totally messed up that opportunity to come clean. Maybe it would be better to bring up the Matchmaker tomorrow.
Tomorrow wasn’t any better.
Last night Kat had returned to bed, curling up on his side of the mattress, and had either fallen off to sleep in a few minutes or did a good job of pretending.
Lyall woke up the next morning alone and had a moment of panic that Kat had left the apartment. The protective wards he had set up would have notified him if anyone had tried to get in, but not if Kat had decided to get out.
“Good morning.” Kat came into the bedroom, fully dressed and far too damn happy given that it wasn’t even dawn yet. “I came in to wake you. I need to leave soon for my shift at the ranch, but you don’t have to come with me. It’s a quick trip, and Kaveh will be there.”
“No, I’m not letting you out of my sight until I hand you over to a drakone who can kick anyone’s ass, including mine.” Lyall sat up, memories of last night flooding back. He hadn’t handled that post-sex conversation well, and Kat still didn’t know he was Lyall’s Matchmaker match. “What the hell time is it, anyway?”
“Coffee time.” Kat smiled at him, so he couldn’t be that pissed off. Had his disappointment last night been Lyall’s imagination? Kat had laid out what type of partner his family wanted for him, and it sure as hell wasn’t Lyall. Maybe that casual hook-up was all he wanted.
“You’re grumpy in the morning. Do hellhounds like caffeine?”
“You’re awfully chirpy in the morning, and the answer is yes.” Lyall got out of bed. He hadn’t bothered putting back on any clothes, and Kat’s eyes ran over his body for a moment. For once, the young human didn’t blush. “It’s one of the few benefits of being stuck on this world.”
