17. Darcy

Chapter 17

Darcy

T he door slammed shut with a click. I swallowed around my dry tongue, my nerves ramping up. Something had switched in Lyndon out there. There was a wildness to him I'd never seen before. Don't get me wrong, it was hot, but new, and I couldn't decipher what it meant.

It didn't take long for me to not have enough brain cells to worry about that anymore, anyway. Lyndon was pushing me against the door and having his way with my mouth. He was so aggressive, all I could do was open up and hang on for the ride.

"Lyn—"

"Shh. I got you."

Lyndon's lips trailed away from mine and down my jawline. At the same time, he found the waistband of my pants and pushed it down.

My feet started moving, and then Lyndon had me on my back against the bed. He crawled on top of me and started to kiss me again.

"You taste so sweet. I was a fucking idiot to think I could ever let this go."

I couldn't respond, my senses so overwhelmed. His mouth was everywhere. Where his mouth couldn't reach, his hands were. My claws dug into the fabric of his shirt. I was probably going to tear it, but I couldn't let go.

Lyndon's tongue traced my navel and through the little, fine hairs below it. He finished tugging my pants off, and I kicked out of them so they fell to the floor and were out of the way.

Then that magical tongue was touching my balls and I lost it. My eyes rolled to the back of my head! "Lyndon! Fuck!"

He looked at me, his eyes burning bright. "I love seeing you come undone like this."

His mouth engulfed one of my cocks and his hand wrapped around the other.

I'd never had someone do this before. It wasn't done with my kind. Sex wasn't really about pleasure, just reproduction. That had never been my thing. I'd never had the desire to have young I wouldn't get to raise or watch grow up with a woman I didn't even know. The few males I'd slept with of my kind, it had been quick and dirty and purely transactional. The few humans I'd tried to date, it had never gotten this far.

That was probably a good thing because I could never imagine experiencing this with anyone but Lyndon. It felt special.

Satisfaction hummed along the bond as Lyndon switched, his mouth on the other one now. He could barely get halfway, but it didn't matter. I didn't think anything would matter ever again.

"Sunshine. Fucking goddess. Do you think one day I'll be able take you all the way down my throat? Both of them?"

My only answer was a choking sound. Because what were words?

"Lyndon!"

"What do you need?"

"You! Take off your clothesss." I gasped as his mouth wrapped around my tip again. "I-I ssshouldn't be the only one naked."

Mischief sparkled in his eyes. I'd never seen this side of Lyndon before, and I kind of loved it.

"I don't know . . ." He pretended to think, but I saw the curve in his lips. "I kind of like it like this."

My claws curled deeper into his shirt until the fabric tore and I ripped it off. I'd probably feel bad about ruining his clothes later, but right now, with the look Lyndon was giving me, it was impossible to think about anything but him.

"Oh, you little—" He tore the rest of his ruined shirt to the side before pinning me to the bed, his entire body weight on me. He sucked and nipped the side of my neck, like he was trying to make a mark. I didn't think he would succeed, my skin was tougher than a human's, but I kinda hoped he would. I wanted to wear his marks.

I tilted my head back, exposing more of my neck to him as my hands blindly found the waistband of his pants.

"These . . . too. Fuck, Lyndon. Naked. Now. Pleassssssse."

He grinned into my neck. "You sure you don't want to just tear them off too?"

I shook my head. "Not—not unless you're too ssssslow."

"Go on, sunshine, rip them off me. It was fucking hot."

Well, he didn't need to say that twice. They were in half so fast we were both surprised as little scraps flew off and fluttered in the air. Lyndon's laugh was husky and it made my fucking toes curl.

"Fuck." Things were chaotic then, just a mess of limbs as we latched onto each other, neither of us able to get close enough.

Finally, Lyndon broke away, panting. "Want you inside of me."

I nodded eagerly. Definitely on board with that plan.

He leaned over me and grabbed a bottle of lube that was in the drawer. He smirked, which made my insides melt, and then Lyndon turned to straddle me the other way, so his ass was in my face.

"I know you're scared to prep me with your fingers, but I figured you'd enjoy the show."

I squeezed his hips and, unable to help myself, licked a strip up his ass cheek. Lyndon shivered. "Okay, yeah, next time I wanna feel more of that tongue."

I went to offer it now, because yes fucking please, but he squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers, bent down so he was on one elbow in between my legs, and immediately pushed two fingers into his hole.

Holy gods, that was sexy. I was completely lost in watching as his fingers sunk deeper and he began pulling them in and out stretching himself. Then he added a third finger.

"Godssssss . . . bright eyes." Lyndon gasped when the nickname slipped out, and his hole pulsed around the fingers, causing me to smile. He liked that. Made me want to call him nothing but that for the rest of our lives.

And wasn't that something? I was seriously thinking about the rest of our lives. But then Lyndon shoved a fourth finger in and my thoughts snapped right back to what was in front of me. He rocked his hips back and forth, tantalizing me. If he didn't hurry up, I was going to come long before I got inside him, and that was simply unacceptable.

"Lyndon. Bright eyes. Are you? Are you ready?" I didn't want to rush him, not if he planned to take both of my cocks. That couldn't be easy, but I was also getting desperate. If I'd known this would be happening, I would've jerked off earlier in the day so I could've lasted longer now. Because as it stood, I'd probably last 35 seconds if we were lucky once I was inside him.

Lyndon looked over his shoulder, meeting my eyes as he worked his fingers, stretching himself wide. His pupils were blown and his bottom lip was puffy from biting it. I was so overcome for a moment that I couldn't move.

"Lyndon . . ." I didn't know what else to say. There was nothing else.

"I'm ready for you," he whispered, sounding out of breath.

All I could do was nod and watch as he slipped his fingers out with an obscene squelch, and then he flipped so that he was facing me again. I moved on autopilot as I grabbed the lube and coated myself, my eyes never leaving his.

We never looked away, even as I held one of my cocks steady and Lyndon lined himself up.

He sunk down slowly at first, working his way onto it. I didn't move an inch, too afraid I would hurt him if I did. I was big. Even one cock was bigger than most humans', at least according to the research, aka human porn, I'd done. It was why he had been prepping himself. I still wasn't sure he would be able to take both, which was fine. If he never could, I wouldn't care. Fuck, I usually bottomed when I was with my own kind. I just wanted Lyndon in any way I could get him. Even if we just cuddled for the rest of our lives, I would die happy.

Lyndon hissed as he adjusted to the initial stretch, but eventually lost patience and sunk all the way down to the hilt.

"Easy, don't hurt yourself."

He grimaced, but it soon turned to a smile. "Feels good. I love being full of you."

He started moving then, completely controlling everything, and I was happy to let him. It was erotic and sexy and every word you could possibly think of watching him ride me. I gripped his hips, my claws just lightly digging in, and got lost in the moment.

Lyndon changed positions, bending over me, and I immediately lifted my head and found his mouth. I needed to kiss him. I needed his lips more than I needed air. The change in position must have changed something for Lyndon, too, because he was gasping into my mouth with every thrust.

Finally, he broke off. "Add the second one, sunshine."

I hesitated. He was already squeezing the life out of one. I wasn't sure he was ready. "Are you sure? It's okay to wait. I'm not going anywhere."

Something complicated flashed across Lyndon's features, but he schooled it before I could decipher it. "No . . . I need it now. Please, Darcy."

He sounded so desperate, and which was exactly how I felt. I relented.

"Okay, but you promise you'll tell me if it's too much? I don't want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you."

Once again that complicated expression crossed his face, but he nodded. "I'll tell you, I promise. Now, Darcy. I'm not going to last much longer."

Yeah, neither was I.

The angle was weird, but I managed to grab a hold of my dick and line it up. Lyndon rested his face against my chest so he could lean back and hold himself open for me.

It seemed to take ages, and by the time I was about halfway in, I was sure neither of us would make it. Lyndon was gasping and humping me uncontrollably, and I was so fucking turned on, it was a miracle I hadn't spilled yet.

"Bright eyes . . . ," I warned.

Lyndon pushed away from my chest, determination glowing in his eyes. He reached back with one hand, held the base of my cocks, and sunk down, much like he had with one.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. He was squeezing me so tightly I could barely breathe. This was it. I wasn't lasting. Two thrusts and I screamed out my orgasm, filling his ass with two cocks' worth of cum.

Lyndon screamed and barely got a hand on his own dick before he was shooting onto my stomach.

Something happened then. The bond hummed loudly, and I felt my essence seep into Lyndon as his magic wrapped itself even tighter to me. I thought it had been complete after we'd played the other day, but it didn't compare to this. With my hips still jerking as I filled Lyndon, I watched in awe as his entire body glowed a light green, the color of his magic. A much darker, hunter green met his, and I realized it was coming from me. They met in the middle and combined as one, tying us together forever.

Whether Lyndon liked it or not, we were bonded fully and truly. We were one. Lyndon smiled tiredly at me and then collapsed on my chest, completely exhausted.