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He didn’t seem to have the words, only frowned up at me, and I did not want to tease him too much and dissuade him from more of these sweet touches. Even if he was merely curious, my heart thrummed for him. I could not refuse anything he wanted to give me.

“Because I am your Kaelum,” I offered, sweeping him up into my arms, even as he squeaked. I hooked one under his bent knees and tilted him against my chest. “As you are my Lucas.”

His face colored at that, deep pink and warm. When I set him on the bed, he sat up at once and reached for my hips. His clumsy fingers fumbled with the front of my laces. He didn’t manage to undo them, just loosen them enough to slip his hand inside.

His skin was like silk, his fingers tricky and quick as they wrapped around my shaft. He moaned at the feel, a desperate little sound, and his eyes searched out mine.

I would not have him nervous, when just the touch of his hand sent heat racing through me. “Don’t stop, little one.”

Another soft sound from him, and his fingers moved, sliding over the tip. With a little start, he pulled back.

“You’re... slick?”

I nodded. What he produced before he reached climax was wet, but it was just a little. Thorzi cocks leaked from the tip, slick like oil so we were always ready to fuck and breed.

“It feels—” He pulled his hand back, sliding his fingers against his palm smoothly.

“Relaxing?” I asked.

Lucas swallowed. “I was going to say it tingles...”

“Yes, that too.” I loosened the ties on my trousers and pushed them down my hips. I had not even reached for my boots when he froze, his eyes enormous so his circular irises showed all their edges.

“That’s... what you’re working with?”

I straightened, hands on my hips, and if I canted them his way, who could blame me? “Does it not please you, my Lucas?”

He was staring right at my rigid cock, at the leaking slit, the blue ridges that ran along the top and bottom, the tapered tip, smaller at the very end but blooming, spreading wide to ease the way and prepare my mate for my girth.

“I—I wouldn’t say that.”

I leaned down and caught his chin, and finally, he tore his gaze away. There was hunger in his eyes, and I dipped my tongue between his lips.

“I would be happy to please you, my Lucas, as your form pleases me.”

CHAPTER21

LUCAS

Okay, so I could admit, at least in my head, to occasionally being a bit of a size queen.

Just a little bit.

And it wasn’t that Morris had been incredibly disappointing in the bedroom, just, you know... average. Like most guys. That was why they called it average, right?

Kaelum was... well, if he was average for a hybrid, then hybrids had a future in porn if they wanted it. His cock was like something you could buy a model of on one of those websites. You know the ones. The ones that started in Bad and ended in Dragon?

Like the rest of him, it was sort of human and sort of... not. It had that same blue shading, particularly around the ridges—fucking ridges!—and with just a few strokes, he was wet enough that lube was unnecessary. Tingly like his saliva.

Everything about the guy was tingly, if I wanted to be silly and lovestruck about it.

And maybe I did.

Morris had sure never looked at me with that completely intent expression, or called me “his Lucas,” or saved me from a creepy jerk of a mind reader. Enough about Morris. He was the past, and my present?

Well, my present was all about this seven-foot warrior with the enormous ridged dick, who was looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive, in the good way.

“Are you ready for me to take you, my Lucas?”

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