Page 42 of On A Rift's Edge
Those words went straight to Lyall’s groin. He grinned, a memory of Kat blushing flashing back. “As I recall, you reacted rather strongly the last time I suggested that.”
“I’ve been thinking about it ever since.” Kat twisted away to reach for the side table next to his bed, so he missed Lyall’s pleased intake of breath at that statement.
“I have condoms and lube. I wasn’t sure if you use them in the Riftworld.”
“Not the former, but I think I can figure it out.” Lyall tugged Kat over to the bed, and the two of them sprawled out on top of it, facing each other. Kat ran a slender finger over the edge of Lyall’s jaw, then slid it into his mouth. He added another finger, and Lyall couldn’t hold back a faint moan as he sucked on them.
“Help me get ready.” Kat pulled out his slick fingers and trailed them over his chest and abdomen, before dipping them lower.
“Now who’s being bossy.” Lyall grabbed the container of lube and followed the damp trail down the front of Kat’s body, alternating kisses and licks. He paused and used his teeth to catch the brown nub of one of Kat’s nipples and was rewarded with a gasp as he did so.
He pushed apart Kat’s thighs, as lean and well-defined as the rest of him, and ran his tongue up the back of the young human’s already hard length.
Kat arched backward, his hair fanning out over the pillow. He was so damn beautiful, Lyall had to stop for a moment to enjoy the sight of him.
He mimicked Kat’s movement, putting his own fingers in his mouth, then traced wet circles around Kat’s balls. After coating the lube on his fingers as well he stroked lower, circling Kat’s hole.
Kat groaned. “You’re killing me, speed it up.”
Lyall chuckled. “Bossy,” he repeated, before taking Kat’s entire length in his mouth down to the root. Then he slid one slicked-up finger inside Kat, trying to be gentle.
Kat bucked up his hips, then pushed down to increase the penetration. Lyall pushed another finger in, enjoying the bitter taste of Kat’s early arousal.
“Please.” Kat was panting now, his voice low with a hint of a rough edge to it, like a kitten trying to growl like a lion. “I want you inside of me before I come.”
Lyall pulled his mouth off after one last lick and rolled on his back. Kat scrambled for the condom, his face flushed and his lips wet and red. He stretched it over Lyall’s erection.
“Wow.” Kat crouched over him, knees splayed to either side of Lyall’s thighs. “You’re big.”
Lyall started to say that Kat could take it as slow as he wanted or they could try other different and pleasant ways to get off, but Kat slid himself down, and the tight, hot heat encircling Lyall’s cock left him unable to form words, let alone coherent sentences.
He reached out to support Kat’s hips as the friction increased, the impossible tightness wringing out more gasps from his lips. Their steady rhythm devolved into chaotic jerks. Lyall felt his balls drawing up and then saw stars, his vision momentarily lost as the force of his orgasm hit him. Kat cried out a moment later, spilling over Lyall’s stomach, and the two of them collapsed into a comfortable, if sticky, tangle of limbs.
It was a while before Lyall could even catch his breath. The sex had been that good. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”
Kat flopped off of him and onto his side. His voice was soft and drowsy, as if all of the stress and exertion of the day had caught up with him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Lyall rarely slept deeplyor for long, but when he blinked himself awake sunlight was streaming in through the bedroom window. He glanced at Kat’s side table, where an electric display monitor sat with a dead black screen as a back-up vintage alarm clock ticked merrily away.
That was odd, since Lyall could sense that the rift storm had passed. Maybe there had been damage to the fragile electrical grid humans didn’t like to live without.
He glanced down at his bed partner and forgot all about clocks and human tech. Kat was sound asleep, the lush black fringe of his eyelashes matching his tousled hair. He looked even younger and more innocent sleeping than awake, more beautiful than anyone, human or riftperson, Lyall had ever met.
And that was the problem. Kat was sweet and trusting, and Lyall was neither of those things. The human was too vulnerable to get mixed up with Lyall, a clan exile with a lot of enemies and few friends. Kat wanted to go to school and learn how to heal Earth and Riftworld animals, and Lyall hurt people for a living. The best thing for Kat would be to never see Lyall again.
And not seeing Kat again would be the worst thing Lyall could imagine.
A sensation twitched inside Lyall’s chest, like a vibration propagating through a spider’s web. He was out of bed with two knives in his hands and his armor crawling over his skin in seconds.
Something powerful had tripped Lyall’s wards and was trying to get into Kat’s apartment.
He burst out of the bedroom into the main room, both knives flying toward a figure crouching next to the open door leading to the balcony.
It was Teo.
Damn it. He knew that stupid balcony was a weak point.
The two knives divided into four, then eight, and finally sixteen projectiles. Most of them shuddered in the air and dropped to the ground before striking the hopper, but a few barely missed him and slammed into the apartment walls.
