Chapter 23

He sucks me dry,jacking me as I empty my balls in his beautiful fucking mouth. He peers up at me through spiky, wet lashes. His face is sticky with sweat, tears, drool, and the cum he couldnae help let escape.

He's fucking gorgeous.

Pulling out o' his mouth, I flip the boy onto his belly. I bury my face in his arse. Within moments, that high-pitch keening sound I love echoes throughout the room. The words tumbling from his mouth are mostly indecipherable.

There are a few Daddies and Dravens, but there are other words, too. Words I crave, but I dinnae want to hear or acknowledge. Words I let fuel my soul privately, but will also use to hold him at bay so he dinnae get too close.

I lube my fingers and finish prepping him because I need in his arse. I want him to fly so I can lose myself in him. He is my escape, but he will also be my downfall. I cannae help myself, though. I must have him.

Lining up my cock, I sink into his twitching, needy hole. It grips me tight as it flutters around my shaft, sucking me in just as his mouth did moments before. Taking him mercilessly, I pound into him, shoving my cock into him over and over.

My head rolls back on my shoulders as the tingling ball o' need and lust gathers at the base o' my spine. Falling forward over him, my forehead drops forward, resting on the back o' his head. His cries and grunts reach my ears. Pain garbles the sound.

"Color," I groan.

"Green!" he screams.

"Fuck, pojke. Ye take me so good. Ye're fucking perfection. Yer ass. The way ye cry for me. Beg for me. It's breathtaking. Ye are breathtaking," I gasp as my cock moves within him. Switching up the angle to find the spot that makes…

"Daddy!" he cries out.

I chuckle and continue railing his ass, pommeling that bundle o' nerves over and over. Battering against it until his voice becomes harsh and hoarse from screaming. The sounds, especially when he's yelling my name, drive me toward the climax that has my vision going blurry and black.

In the haze, the past and the present merge, and I gasp as I hear Simon's voice blending with Tavish's.

He's perfection, Draven. He's what we searched for. Claim him. Make him ours.

My eyes fly open and I search for my long-dead husband, but he's nae here. All that's here is the boy under me. He is the first man to spark anything in me since they took Simon from me.

I'm nae good for him.

You complete one another. He's your light. Your salvation. You're his darkness. His protector.

Tavish's hands grasp at mine, driving out all the negativity thoughts as our fingers thread together. That connection wiggles through me, wrapping itself around my heart like the ropes I hope to see wrapped around his body one day. The same ropes I used to tie Simon up with.

Thrusting forward one last time, I press him into the mattress and snake a set o' our entwined hands under him. I wrap our fists around his dick. He's coming before either o' us does much more than squeeze his cock.

Fucking him, that's what this was, all it is supposed to be, but it somehow twists itself inside me and I'm nae sure how I'll untwist it. Or if I even want to because this boy, this beautiful, traumatized boy who still somehow fills himself with light and happiness despite what he's been through, is going to be the death o' me, and I'm nae sure iffn I'm upset by that.

I crash down over him, intent on pulling him into my arms and holding him against me for the rest o' the night, but a noise from the other room slashes through those plans like a sharp knife, leaving us with nothing in return.