Page 121 of Amethyst and Iron
“Works out really fucking well right now,” he uttered on a moan as he wrapped his hand around my very hard cock. His wild eyes were fixed on mine as he jerked me slow and easy in a heady erotic way that had me throwing my head back against the headboard.
“Motherfucker,” I groaned.“Lazriel.”
“Yeah, there’s my name dripping off your tongue in that sexy way.”
“There’s gonna be a hell of a lot more dripping off it soon.”
I ran my fingers over his crown, gathering the dribbling precum, and teasing him a little while I was at it, making him tremble for me.
Then I brought them to my mouth and licked them nice and slow, as he watched with rapt attention, his strokes of my shaft turning harder and rougher, making pleasure spark all fucking over. It wasn’t just pleasure either, or mind-spinning bliss.
It never had been with him.
Lazriel, Velra, and Cassius… they had this effect on me that took me out of whatever nightmare was swirling around me and threatening to drag me into the undertow, and they held me in the moment, held me with them, immersed in them.
It had made it all the more difficult and mentally taxing in my current state to push away from them so I could deal with this… fucked-up issue.
“Sylas?”
I jolted as Lazriel’s stroking stopped, his hand leaving my cock altogether.
He brushed his knuckles over my cheek. “Where did you go? Do you… are you not up to this? Not physically, obviously, I mean—”
“I’m all good,” I said, clasping his hand on my face. “I could never not want you, or this with you.”
“So it’s not… it’s not because I… you know… told you I loved you before I left, before that spell you performed?”
I smiled and leaned in, holding his gaze. “I told you I loved you too, if you recall.”
“I do, but, under the circumstances, I thought maybe…”
“Maybe that I’d just blurted it out?” I shook my head vehemently. “Not my style. Especially not when it comes to that. Or how I feel about you and what you’ve come to mean to me. Iloveyou. It’s an indisputable fact, as well as my vow to you.” I took his face in my hands. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” he rasped, getting choked up.
“Good,” I breathed at his ear. “Now gather all that delicious precum and get your lovely hole nice and slippery for me.”
He sucked in an unsteady breath, getting caught up in it all.
I reached out and took his hand, guiding it to his cock. His fingers started moving as he held my gaze, slicking them in all that warm stickiness. And then he grinned at me and reached around to his ass.
My cock jerked as a hot little moan escaped him when he started stroking, then dipping inside, probing with one finger first, before adding a second, being a good boy for me and doing as I’d commanded.
He rocked back and forth on my lap, moans melding with grunts and gasps as he worked himself open.
I trailed my fingers over his pecs, down to his abs, feeling every inch of his skin that was near feverish in his worked up state.
He melted into it, into me, digging his fingers into my right shoulder. A bite of pain shot through me and I looked to see that he’d dropped his talons again, scraping my skin, hard enough to draw blood.
His nostrils flared.
His fangs dropped.
“Your blood… it’s not… it’s different. Your scent was too, I just… I didn’t think beyond that. I guess I was too caught up.”
Of course.With my magic bound, the toxicity wouldn’t be present. That came from my sickness and from the death magic infused in my blood. Neither of which was a factor currently.
He eased his fingers free, then I grabbed his hips and hauled him closer, right up against me. “Sink down deep, babe. Then bury those sexy fangs in my throat.”
