15. Lyndon

Chapter 15

Lyndon

" C omplete the bond. Make me yours."

Goddess. How could six words terrify me and set me free at the same time?

"Darcy, do you understand what you're asking? How much you're set to lose if you completely tie yourself to me? There's still a chance now that Aunt Belinda can undo this. We take this final step, that's it. You're stuck with me."

Darcy's clawed fingertip traced down my cheek. He was so fucking gentle, I felt like I could cry. "One day you'll understand that there is no stuck when it comesss to you, Lyndon. I might miss my home, and I hope to see it and my friends again one day, but this, you, I can't walk away from."

Darcy's soul thrummed inside me, as strong as a heartbeat. What he was saying was true. He really felt like this was worth everything he'd be sacrificing. He barely knew me, and I hadn't exactly been kind to him, yet he stood in front of me, so fucking brave, ready to risk it all for the chance at love.

"You blow me away, sunshine."

He licked his lips, his eyes blazing into mine. I still had a hand down his pants and could feel both his cocks swelling. Goddess, I wanted to take both of those at the same time. What would it feel like to be so stuffed full of Darcy?

Looking at him, I made my choice. It was risky as fuck, and it wouldn't be easy, but maybe it was time for me to stop trying for the easy path. Maybe it was time to step up and fight for once. First, fight for Darcy, and then fight for those visions the goddess had been sending me, the ones that were starting to feel more and more possible the longer I was in Darcy's presence. Something about him made me hopeful, a sensation I wasn't overly familiar with.

I pulled my hand out, and Darcy's whine of protest went right to my own cock. Goddess, I could just imagine how vocal Darcy would be when he was being taken apart. I couldn't wait to find out.

Our lips crashed together again, and I refused to break the contact even as I tried to blindly maneuver us to my bedroom.

"Darcy, why do you taste so good?" We tripped over my couch, both of us tumbling onto it. It wasn't my bed, but it was close enough.

I nibbled down Darcy's neck, his skin smooth as silk.

"Lyndon!" He gasped. His claws scraped lightly down my back, and I needed to know what that felt like without a shirt.

I managed to tear myself away from Darcy long enough to rip off my sweater and throw it to the floor. "Do that again, with your claws."

Darcy hissed, sounding more reptilian than I'd ever heard him. My dick twitched, apparently enjoying the animalistic side of him.

My mouth latched on to his nipple just as his claws scratched down my back.

He was being careful, I doubted there would be more evidence than the slightest of scratches if I looked in the mirror, but the action still sent goose bumps down my spine.

My lips trailed down his lean frame till I was at the waistband of his sweats. I needed to get a look at his goods with the new perspective that I could touch them. Goddess, what a wild thought.

The way we'd fallen, Darcy was arched over the armrest, his head on the cushion, so I pushed him back and then stood, leaning over the side.

"Can I take these off?"

Darcy nodded with wide eyes.

I'd already discovered earlier that he wasn't wearing the underwear I had made for him, so when I pulled down his pants and then threw them with my shirt, his cocks sprang free, hard and eager.

It was my first time seeing him hard, and I paused, just admiring him.

"Goddess." I traced my thumb over one of the tips, finding it wet.

This close up, I was able to confirm that there were ridges of some kind all over the bright-pink appendages. How would those feel?

I was equal parts excited and anxious. There was no way I could take him without some serious prep. I wasn't sure if I could handle even one. I would though. One day soon. If Darcy changed his mind about me and left to go back to his home realm, I'd at least have that to remember him by. I was determined to make that happen before it all crashed down around me.

Now, though? There were other things I could do that maybe weren't as good, but they were close.

Darcy was leaking like a faucet from both cocks. I'd never seen anyone produce that much precum, but Darcy wasn't anyone, was he? It worked in my favor now when my lube was too far away and I wanted to play.

I used the slick to coat up and then took his cocks in both my hands. The two of them together were too thick to use just one.

"Goddess, Darcy, the things I want to do to you."

Darcy whined and thrust up into my hand.

"Fuck, Lyndon."

"Go on, sunshine. Do that again. Fuck yourself with my hands. But don't come."

Darcy groaned but nodded in agreement. He didn't go slow either. I wasn't sure if he had excellent control or just didn't care but giving him permissions seemed to awaken a new side of Darcy I hadn't seen before. He fucked my hands with the same enthusiasm he'd use if he were fucking my ass. I hoped so, anyway. I didn't have to do anything but keep pressure as Darcy thrust his hips up and down. His eyes were half closed, his head tilted back, and he panted, completely lost in his own world.

Watching him was better than any porn I'd ever seen. I didn't watch it much, but being close with Ambrose, he'd shown me some when we were younger, and I never, not once, ever felt as turned on as I did now. I wasn't even touching myself, but just looking at Darcy completely lost in pleasure was enough. It was dangerously addicting.

The ridges felt odd against my hands. I was grateful for the insane amounts of precum he leaked, otherwise they'd probably chafe me. I could only imagine how they'd feel elsewhere. Goddess.

It didn't take long before Darcy was slowing down. His eyes snapped opened and he stared at me with a sense of desperation.

"Lyndon . . . ," he all but begged.

"What is it, sunshine? Why'd you slow down?"

"Please, I . . . need to come."

Oh, I liked that. He pled so sweetly.

"Is that you asking for permission?"

His head jerked rapidly up and down. "Y-yeah. Please, Lyndon?"

I leaned over and kissed the side of his mouth.

"Not yet, sunshine. You can keep going for me, right?"

"Lyndon!"

"Come on, Darc. Don't slow down, just a little longer."

He looked like he wanted to kill me but picked up his pace, his body shaking with need.

My own cock was painfully hard, and I wished I had a way to give myself a little relief, but it was impossible from this position. It was maybe 30 seconds before Darcy was slowing down again.

"Lynnndonnn! Pleasssssse. Please!"

I relented. I'd love to see how long I could edge him for, but not this time. We were both too impatient for that.

"Okay, sunshine. You did so good for me. Go on. You can come."

Darcy whined, followed by a very inhuman hissing sound. Then he was shooting his load all over the place.

There. Was. So. Much. Cum.

I'd never seen that much in my life. I stared, hypnotized, as more and more shot out of his tips, covering just about everything. At least most of it hit the floor, otherwise I'd be in the market for a new couch. Still, it was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I didn't know how I managed to keep it together without losing my own load.

"Goddess, sunshine. You're so fucking beautiful."

Even in his post-release haze, Darcy fucking beamed at the compliment. I stored that information for later. Had he not been complimented often? I sure hadn't said much nice to him since he'd been stuck here. I'd remedy that now.

Darcy looked down in between us, seemingly just noticing the mess he'd made. Then his eyes landed on my own cock still pulsing painfully, and still unfortunately covered in pants.

"Can I . . . ?" He hesitated, still unsure about touching me, which was completely my fault. Well, we were already well past worrying about that. There was no going back even if I wanted to, not that I was sure if I did. I'd been living in denial since Darcy had crashed into my life. Now the blindfold had been forcibly removed and I had no choice but to face it. I could either continue to make both our lives miserable or embrace it. For both our sakes, I was going to do the latter. And when it all fell apart later, then I'd deal with the consequences. Until then, I was going to do anything to make the beautiful man in my bed happy.

"Let's go to the bedroom, there's something I'd like to show you there."

Darcy was shaky on his legs, but we held hands, and he followed me into the room. I barely shut the door before I shucked off the rest of my clothes, sighing in relief when my cock was finally free. I jerked my head toward the nightstand.

"In the drawer, sunshine."

Darcy's eyes narrowed, but he followed my vague instructions then froze, eyes wide, when he saw the contents of it.

"Fuuuck." I grinned and leaned over to be closer to him, while avoiding the mess on the bed.

My sex toy collection was . . . unique. I didn't get out much, or ever, but I still had needs. Needs I had been spending pretty much my whole adult life taking care of by myself. While I didn't really watch porn. I had a certain social media app that didn't have the restrictions on adult content that the others did. It hadn't taken me long to discover what did it for me, and my various dildos, plugs, and vibrators showed what I liked.

I snorted as Darcy pulled out the dragon dildo. I guessed in some twisted way, I could see exactly why I ended up with a mate built like Darcy in that area. Like I said, I had preferences.

"I want you to stretch me open, sunshine. I'll need some prep to be able to take you eventually."

He waved the dragon dildo back and forth. "With this?" He sounded both impressed and scared at the same time.

I laughed and dug through the drawer, finding a much more traditional looking toy. It was still thick and long though.

"I was thinking this one today. I don't really need the monster dildos anymore, do I?"

A fire was lit in Darcy's eyes. A possessiveness I never expected from him, especially when he'd submitted so easily to my will earlier.

"No," he all but growled. "You don't."

He grabbed the more basic dildo from me and then tackled me. I was glad I was so close to the bed, otherwise I'd probably have fallen on my ass. He had me so I was lying on my back on the bed. He crawled over me and kissed me fiercely. Oh fucking goddess. When he finally pulled back, when both of us were desperate for breath, it was with the same ferocity.

He folded me in half, exposing me to him.

"Lube," I squeaked out. Darcy's eyes never left mine as he reached blindly back in the drawer and fumbled around until he eventually found the bottle. He coated the dildo with it but then paused.

"Do you need fingers first? I-I can't . . ." He waved his claws at me, and I was overcome with way more feelings than I could deal with at that moment.

I shook my head. "N-no. I'm good. I use that one often." My fingers would never be enough.

"Hang on."

I stopped Darcy in his tracks, and I quickly turned so I was on my knees facing away from him. I rested my face into the mattress and then brought my hands back, holding my cheeks open for him. I fucking loved the gasp when I presented myself to him.

"Okay, sunshine, stretch me open. Get me ready for your cocks."

"Ssssshit." Then the blunt head of the dildo was pushing against my hole.

The initial burn as he pushed past my barrier took my breath away, especially when I hadn't prepped before. But like I told Darcy, my body was used to this toy, so it was only a brief moment for the pain to turn to pleasure.

The damn thing seemed to go on forever, and I was fucking keening by the time Darcy pushed it all the way in to the base.

"Lyndon," he whispered, sounding in awe. I removed my hands, my right one immediately going to my cock.

"Go on, Darc. Fuck me with it."

It was just like before. As soon as I gave him permission, Darcy was all in. But before he pulled the damn thing out, he flicked the base, moving it just enough that it brushed against my prostate.

"Ahh."

Darcy laughed. "Oh, I think I like thissssss."

By the time Darcy pulled the toy halfway out and started to fuck me in deep, measured strokes, I figured it out that the sweet, kind man had a fucking sadistic streak in bed. I was a writhing, desperate mess, but even with me jerking off, he had me right on the edge and I couldn't go over.

"Darcy!" I snapped.

"What'sssss the matter?" He pushed in so fucking slowly, I thought I was going to cry.

"Stop fucking around."

His claws lightly grazed down my back. Oooh, I liked that. A lot.

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you?"

Oh, that little shit . . . "Darcy!" I snapped as I tried to push my hips up and get more of that damn dildo.

He laughed. "Oh fine. You're no fun."

But thankfully, he started to fuck me in earnest.

It might have been sad, but I swore it took about three seconds before I was screaming Darcy's name and shooting my release all over the bed. Yup, these sheets were a goner. We needed to be more careful if we kept doing this, or all my furniture would be ruined. It would likely be worth it.

"Oh my gods . . . ," Darcy whispered behind me as I finally finished and collapsed, avoiding the mess, thank you very much.

I felt what he was feeling. We might not have had penetrative sex, but it must have been enough because I could feel the bond solidifying and settling inside me. I could see Darcy in a way I hadn't been able to before. This was it. This is what al the coven elders had been talking about growing up.

I reached behind me, already half asleep, and pulled the dildo out, tossing it to the side.

"Lyndon," Darcy murmured, way too much emotion in his voice.

I waved my fingers at him. "No thinking right now, please. Come cuddle."

"The mess . . . ," he started. Now that I thought about it, I should be way more bothered by it. But all I felt was satisfied and a little needy.

"Shh. I said no thinking."

"Never thought I'd hear you say that," Darcy commented dryly. I didn't care, though, because he finally settled in front of me, both of us squished into the wall to avoid the rest of the bed. He made me the big spoon. I didn't know why I loved that so much, but like I'd told Darcy, I was over thoughts now. I wrapped myself around him. Neither of us bothered to clean ourselves up, even if I'd regret it later when I had dry, itchy cum all over me, and buried my nose in his neck.