Chapter Twenty-Four

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Crow

He felt so fragile in my arms, though I knew my little lamb was anything but.

Still, I liked how small he felt, liked his gentle bone structure beneath my hands and wrapped around my body. Loved that I could easily carry him into the house, my dick throbbing with the need to be inside him in a way I’d never craved another person’s body before.

Cyrus wiggled in my hold as if wanting to escape. It had taken everything in me not to rip his clothes off and take him right there in the snow—though I would never risk him in temperatures like these. But the predatory nature inside me, which had grown in all these years of solitude, now surged and bubbled over to the point where I barely felt human, where I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep my need for him under control.

This was a game…but not, and I was lucky my little lamb wanted to play with me.

I set him on his feet the moment I stepped inside, and he frowned as though he hadn’t expected that. My hair hung in my face, eyes hard on him as I looked at Cyrus through the strands. When he ran, I smiled, enjoying the still unfamiliar feel of it on my face and knowing it was all because of the man pretending to try and escape me. I took off after him, both of us throwing jackets and scarves as we went through the house. He turned into our room before I did, and I slowed my pace, stalked him unhurriedly, my skin prickling as I went.

Cyrus had gotten his boots off and was standing beside the bed, as if knowing there was nowhere he could go.

“What are you going to do to me?” He took one step backward, the backs of his legs hitting the mattress.

My steps were measured as I approached him. I didn’t use words, just ripped his shirt over his head. My breathing was ragged, Cyrus’s was too, the two sounds alternating and making a rough melody together.

Cyrus fell onto the bed. My mind was so full of my desire for him that one second I was opening his pants and the next they were off, underwear too, and I didn’t even remember doing it. He lay horizontally on the bed, knees at the edge and feet hanging over. His pretty cock was swollen and pink, the head redder and leaking with his need for me.

I gave a simple up-nod, and Cyrus scrambled to move on the mattress so his head was on our pillows, then looked up at me.

My clothes came off next, me ripping and tugging at them until they joined Cyrus’s on the floor. I crawled onto the bed, knees planted as I held myself above him.

“Crow…”

A series of trembles raced down my spine, one after the other. The way he said my name, it made energy palpate through my body and everything inside me throb. I buried my face into his neck and pulled in a deep breath. He practically twitched beneath me, with what I thought was the urge to touch me, to pull me to him, but Cyrus was so good and fought it off for me.

I licked at where I saw the beat in his neck. “I can taste your pulse,” I said, my voice hoarse.

“Yes…God yes…”

I licked it again, my hair brushing against his chest as I worked my way down his body, smelling him, nibbling his pale skin, sucking pink bruises onto his chest until I reached his groin. I settled between Cyrus’s legs, eyes meeting his and seeing desire mixed with emotion. I watched him as I nuzzled my face in there too, inhaling the musky scent of him, until my nose was burrowed into his balls.

“Christ, Crow. Please,” he begged, going from pretending to fear me to needing me.

I licked his sac, tasting the salt on his skin. This I would do while facing him. I didn’t know why it was different than fucking him, but I knew I had to give Cyrus something. He deserved all the secret parts of me I never shared with anyone, some that I hadn’t even known were there.

I took his cock into my mouth, sucked it to the back of my throat while my fingers sneaked behind his balls and slid between his cheeks.

I didn’t talk during sex, not in the way I knew he wanted me to, but the words threatened to spill out now…open your pretty legs for me, give me your hole…you’re mine…mine to fuck and mine to love.

I teased his rim while straining to hold myself back. Cyrus thrust into my mouth, eyes closed, head shaking from side to side like he wasn’t sure he could hold on to his restraint either.

With my dick throbbing, I pulled off him, flipped him, and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. Tossing it to the bed, I was between his legs again, ass spread, his tight, pink hole waiting for my tongue.

I loved eating him. Loved the fine hairs over his peachy ass, and the wrinkles of his tight rim, and what it felt like to have him soften for me, to push my tongue inside his body and claim him that way.

“Please, baby. Please,” he begged, and a snarl escaped my mouth. I hadn’t understood why anyone would want to be called that, but hearing it from him now, when he was beneath me, open and needy, it made me feel like the king of the jungle, the alpha, like I belonged to him the way Cyrus belonged to me.

Chosen had owned me, and that had done nothing but hurt me, yet this…this was like Cyrus was showing me who I was, not telling me who I had to be. Like I’d been lost, and the only way to be found was through him.

I buried my face in his ass, licking at his hole. He tasted heady and mine, all this feeling and need going straight to my head and melting my brain. One hand on each cheek, I held him open, devoured him, made a meal of him, needing only Cyrus to sustain me. Stiffening my tongue, I pushed it inside him, fucking him with it. Cyrus moaned, said my name—Crow, then baby, mumbling words I couldn’t make out but didn’t need to. I knew what they meant.

He needed this, needed me, wanted more. He could take everything from me, and I would give it willingly, knew without a doubt that Cyrus would give me all of himself too. It wasn’t healthy. Even with my lack of knowledge of people I understood that, but I didn’t care. Chosen had always said his purpose was the Lord and what the Lord chose for him to do, but Cyrus was my purpose. My redemption.

My hunger for him grew with each press of my tongue inside him. Pulling back, I sucked two fingers and pushed them in next. “Mine,” I gritted out, biting and kissing his ass cheeks.

“Show me. Show me I’m yours. Make me believe you.”

I let out another growl, pushing to my knees. My fingers fumbled with the lube before I opened it, slicked up my cock, lay against his back, and pushed into him in one swift thrust.

“Yes! Show me!” he ordered again, hands fisting in the pillows. I pulled out to the tip, then snapped my hips forward again, over and over and over, taking him hard, railing into his willing hole.

Cyrus arched back to meet me, guttural sounds pushing past his lips as his ass made greedy pulls on my dick. He was so tight around me, like his body was made for mine. I lost myself to the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of our rough breathing, strangled cries in this form of heaven we made together.

Need crackled beneath my skin. I wanted my dick inside him all night. Wanted to fill him with my cum and watch it spill out of him, then fuck it back in again. “Mine,” I said close to his ear again, Cyrus’s body pliant beneath mine.

“Oh God, right there. Fuck me harder.”

My head spun, or maybe it was the room. Maybe the world had stopped spinning, and we were the only two people left in it. I didn’t let up on him, hammering that spot inside him with hard, fast snaps of my hips until Cyrus’s hole tightened around my cock, his body vibrating and shuddering against my skin.

It was all I needed, his orgasm coaxing my own out as lights and colors flashed behind my eyelids, my teeth bared before I sucked the skin at his shoulder into my mouth and came in his ass, filling him with my cum.

We lay there, catching our breath, my dick twitching and still pumping my release inside him. When I began to soften, I pulled out, lying on my side and pulling him into my arms. “My little lamb,” I whispered into his hair.

“I love you. So much.”

I love you too.

“Too hard?” I asked, slipping my fingers between his ass cheeks.

“Perfect.”

I smiled and pushed my fingers inside him, feeling my release there, hot and thick and right where it belonged.

“Come.” Getting out of bed was the last thing I wanted, but I knew how Cyrus liked his baths, and I wanted to take care of him, wanted to make sure he knew he was more than just a hole to me, even if I couldn’t give him those words right then.

He nodded, let me take his hand and lead him to the bathroom. I started the bath, then took a washcloth and knelt behind him, cleaning him up some. Cyrus bent over the counter so I could get to him better. His rim was red and puffy. I kissed it, getting my own cum on my lips before wiping at it again.

“Sex has never been as raw and honest as it is with you,” he told me.

It didn’t feel like enough. I wanted to give him everything. Wanted every part of him to be mine, for Cyrus to melt into me and for us to be one.

I stood up and turned him so we were facing each other. “Don’t move,” I ordered, and he nodded. My heart banged against my chest, blood rushing through my ears as I leaned in and pressed my lips to his again.

Cyrus started to shake, but he did his best not to shift even an inch. He was so good for me, always so good for me. It was that thought that made me lash at his lips with my tongue, tasting them this way for the first time.

“Open.” My lips brushed his as I muttered that one word, and he did. I flicked my tongue into his mouth and nearly went weak in the knees. This…yes, I wanted this, so much. He tasted so sweet, so mine. “You can move now, little lamb,” and when I pushed my tongue into his mouth again, he danced his with mine, kissing and sucking, licking and tasting. I was drunk off him, addicted to him, hands on his hips, fingers pressing into his skin as I kissed and kissed and kissed. I was mesmerized with how our tongues moved together, how they played and wrestled, and the feel of his smaller body against mine. My hands tangled in his hair, never wanting this moment to end.

When he whimpered, I swallowed it down. Was this what kissing was like for everyone? I didn’t think so. It hadn’t been for me all those years ago, and nothing between Cyrus and me was like it was between anyone else.

I didn’t stop kissing him as I walked him to the tub, as I tapped his leg for him to lift it and get in. I turned the water off and lay with my back against the tub. He turned his head, my hand on his cheek as I kissed and kissed and kissed.

“I like this.” Cyrus smiled, and I kissed that too. There was nothing like his smile. It lit me up from the inside out.

“I don’t know if I can ever stop,” I admitted.

This earned me a second smile. “You don’t ever have to.”