Chapter 44

44

ROMAN

W e both got naked, and I threw myself on the huge bed, Xavier pouncing on me seconds later. I giggled as he kissed my neck, feasting on the sensitive flesh.

Yes. Yes. Yes. It'd been way too fucking long.

My hands slid into his hair, fingers pressing into his scalp. "Oh, Xavier…"

He licked and nipped at me, his hand sliding down my chest, finding my stomach. Up and down, up and down, every second of his feather-like touch setting me on fire.

"Oh, yes…"

His deep moans against me rolled down my balls in delectable tremors, making my toes curl. The drought was over, my body ready for the Xavier monsoon.

His lips found mine in a wet kiss. Our tongues met, flesh melding in a blazing union. So delicious, so full of unbridled want.

A pang of guilt tried tripping me up. My enthusiasm dropped slightly, a voice scolding me for having fun, for thinking I deserved to be on this Greek island with my lover.

How dare I enjoy the sun and him.

How dare I?—

I batted it away. These hurdles against my happiness often popped up, and I'd developed techniques to fight them. To remind myself I was worthy of happiness, to embrace the gift of life. The sins of my past left a heavy burden on my soul, but they couldn't always be the dominant weight around my neck.

As Darcy said, I fought to save the world, to make things better. I held onto that whenever my emotions took a downward spiral.

I'm killing this mood…

Xavier intensified his kiss, and I lost myself in him again, kissing him back so hard, so lovingly until we were both gasping for air, the tips of our noses brushing in the pause.

Sexy mood officially restored.

His hand found my hardness, his fingers curling around my shaft. I quivered under his touch, arching my back as he began to stroke me. I started thrusting a little for the friction, his hand the perfect pouch to fuck.

"Do you like that, human?"

"Mmmm…" was all I could muster, every inch of me sensitive and horny and so ready to be pounded into next week.

Xavier returned to my neck while he stroked me. My balls tightened, the climax minutes away.

"Not yet…" I breathed.

He slowed down, lifting his lips from my neck. "Are you close?"

"Dangerously close."

He chuckled. "Cum if you need."

The way his deep, luscious voice vibrated in the air almost sent my semen flying.

He removed his hand, rolling on top of me. His pearlescent skin shimmered in the sunlight streaming through the open windows, his hair falling around his face like spun platinum. Those icy blue eyes were twin pools beckoning me to their depths.

Happy to take a dive, dear peepers…

I smiled, thanking my lucky stars again for landing such a man of pure beauty, both inside and out. My warrior. My friend. My lover. My everything.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you, too." He kissed me again.

"I don't think we've ever done it in the daylight," I whispered during a kissing pause.

He brushed his nose against mine. "I like it."

My cheeks flushed, my rock-hard cock rubbing against his as he slowly moved his hips. I pulled him back into a long kiss, enjoying every moment of his lips pressed to mine. The combined force of his and Greece's heat made me sweat in the good way. And this was only the beginning.

When he removed his lips, I let out a whine. He laughed, kissing my forehead. "Don't worry, my witch. There's no rush."

I slid my hands down his back, moving my hips for a nice bit of frottage. Our dicks slid together, sticky from pre-cum, the teasing quality super-hot.

I kept my eyes on his, since I always enjoyed eye contact during sex.

Yum.

I explored the muscles of his back, touching the four jewels on his spine, knowing the exact position of the amethyst, the ruby, the emerald, and the sapphire. They were part of his spidery nature, more of those jewels on his wrists.

God, everything about him was just so utterly stunning. I could gush over my boyfriend all day—in every context of the word.

I lifted my legs, wrapping them around him. My new position made my puckering hole and his wonderfully big dick meet. His sticky tip kissed my entrance in greeting, ready to take the plunge.

Bring. It. On.

He growled with pleasure, rubbing himself against my crevice.

"Oh, Xavier…" I breathed, reveling in the tease.

"Roman, Roman, Roman…" He went back to suck on my neck.

I went to slide my hands down to cup his arse, but they didn't move.

Huh?

I tried again, my palms sticky.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm stuck."

"You're what?"

My hands came free with another tug, a sticky substance on my skin. "What the fuck?"

Xavier climbed off me, taking a look. "That's spider silk."

I sat up, jaw practically hitting the mattress. "You're joking."

"No. It's the same as mine." He traced a finger along the wisps of silk.

"How is that… Oh. The demon heart. Whoa."

He stroked my right bicep. "Welcome to the spider club."

I gulped, head spinning with confusion. "I'm like you now?"

"Find out. See what you can do."

I bit on my bottom lip, my belly churning. "Don't know if I want to."

"Then come here and let me continue."

"Cock's on pause," I retorted, too anxious for sexy time.

"Roman…"

"I need to test this." My curiosity took over, forcing me off the bed. I couldn't focus on anything else until I got to the bottom of this. I mean, I knew something like this might happen, but it didn't make it any less…whoa.

"Take a deep breath," Xavier said, "and explore your body. Feel for the change. It will make itself known."

I did as he said, closing my mind and drawing long, deep breaths. I went inside myself, searching, exploring every fiber of my being. My Synth buzzed, still there. But what about this new addition? Was it big enough to show itself? Did it?—

Wait. There. A ribbon of silk, a spark of demon, a trace of spider surrounding my heart.

Thump, thump, thump.

With each beat, the three elements sent fresh power through my veins. Nothing like Xavier's. I wouldn't be shifting or anything like that, but there were some silky skills to be tested.

A naughty thought made my cock bounce, coming off pause.

"Lay back and put your arms out," I told Xavier, ready to get back to business.

"Sorry?" He smiled, liking the naughty tone in my voice.

"Do as I say, demon."

He obeyed.

I straddled him, calling more of the sticky webs to my palms. Enough to glue his wrists to the mattress. It was easy, a simple painting of his skin and the area beneath.

He watched me, licking his lips.

"There," I said, sitting up.

Xavier tested his new shackles, the silk like steel. "I can't move."

"Good."

To get rid of my silk, I had to lick my palms clean. It dissolved on my tongue, leaving behind a salty-sweet flavor.

"Look at you, Roman Gold," my lover purred. "So radiant. So perfect."

I soaked up his compliments like a sponge.

And then another thought hit me. "Saliva…"

"What about it?"

"Yours is lube. I wonder if mine is the same."

I put my theory to the test, spitting on his cock, slicking it up. Positioned myself on it, easing him into me.

"Fuck…" I gasped.

"Yes…" he whispered back, the curved nature of his cock the perfect shape to land a direct hit on my sweet spot.

Yeah, my spit was now lube, the penetration so smooth.

Amazing.

He squirmed under me, lifting his legs. "Roman…"

"Ready for the ride?" I rolled my hips, drawing exquisite breaths from that pretty mouth.

"Yes…"

I got to work, spark after spark of electricity racing through my body. He was so deep inside me, the sensation a maelstrom of the wildest pleasure. I wasn't sure how long I could take it before I climaxed. Every inch of me bristled with anticipation, my cock leaking more pre-cum.

It didn't look silver, like his. I guess we'd see what color mine was when the time was right.

With my arms above my head, my eyes locked onto his, I bounced. He met my efforts, thrusting upward to fill the in-between spaces. Hitting my G-spot repeatedly, whisking me off into the clouds of pleasure.

I liked it up here in the giddy heights, him helpless below me. Kind of at my mercy, retaining some of the power to fuck me like a pro.

"You feel so good…" he breathed.

I upped my rhythm, sweat trickling down my spine, and rolled my hips with more intense ferocity, watching every single twitch in his face, enjoying every moan he made for me.

The silk strained against his wrists, fraying by the second.

"Roman…" he growled.

This wasn't enough. This blazing fire of lust required more…more roughness.

Roughness only he could give.

He bucked under me, cock pulsing inside me. His movements tore the silk further. Soon he'd be free and…and…

An understanding seemed to fall between us, sexy intent flashing in his eyes.

"Do it," I whispered, consumed by the inferno. "Fucking do it…"

Xavier broke out of his binds, flipping me onto my back, my legs in the air with a dizzying burst of speed.

"Fuck…"

He plunged back into me, colliding with my sweet spot harder than before. My toes curled, every nerve trapped in its own storm of pleasure. He thrust into me, his hips liquid, his rhythm a work of art.

I grabbed his arse cheeks, squeezing, holding on through the ride. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder, carrying me higher than the clouds.

Rougher. Carnal. Fucking amazing, our bodies drenched in sweat, his hair tickling my face.

"Fuck… Yeah… Fuck…"

He growled and pounded me and took me to paradise like never before. No matter how sweaty and animalistic we were, this came from love. A new love, a real love. It was both furious and sensual, straddling so many opposites.

My body had never felt so alive. So free.

"I'm… I'm going…"

The final stretch, the pleasure building to blazing levels. No going back, the stars waiting to embrace me.

"Cum for me," he purred, fucking me harder than I thought possible.

My hands crushed his arse cheeks as the big moment arrived, my balls so tight, my demon heart pounding in my ears.

Here it comes…

Here it?—

I climaxed in an incredible explosion, painting my chest in hot jets of cum as my eyes rolled back, my hold on myself surrendering to the incredible, riotous sensation.

"Fuck!" I bellowed, releasing his arse, clawing at the bed sheets.

I wouldn't stop coming, so much pent-up semen shooting out of me, like a dormant volcano happy to get its lava on again.

"Holy shit!"

Xavier kept thrusting, growling his way to climax.

I grabbed his face, holding his gaze to mine, reveling in the pants, the incredible heat, his beads of sweat splashing my cheeks.

"Roman…" He spoke as his cock throbbed and unleased its own volcanic eruption into me, filling me up to the brim.

I loved having every part of Xavier inside me—cock, cum, saliva, fingers, and his beautiful heart.

Spent, my beautiful demon collapsed on top of me, burying his face into the crook of my neck.

I held him, more cum shooting out of his shaft as he stayed inside me.

"There's so much of it," he mumbled.

I kissed his damp hair, happy to remain connected like this for the rest of the night.

"You're amazing," I told him, tracing a finger across the scar on his chest.

"So are you."

We kissed and I rested my head on his chest, enveloped in his cinnamon-violet scent.

This blue-and-white room was perfect, the bed big enough for several bodies, and for rolling around on. Man, there would definitely be a lot more rolling going on from here on out.

The drapes billowed in the warm sea breeze coming off the Mediterranean, everything about this space so special, so romantic.

The three vases of red roses Xavier bought me yesterday helped.

"I could stay right here forever," I said softly.

He stroked my spine. "Can I hold you to that?"

"Absolutely."

My cum wasn't silver after all, but still made a mess on my chest. We hit the shower after peeling ourselves off the bed, cleaning up, making out, then jerking each other off until the water went cold.

Fresh as daisies, we got back into bed for snuggles. In a little while, we'd be… Well, we'd see. Maybe I'd be the top this time.

The bedroom door crashed open. I yelped, springing off the bed at the same time as Xavier, a thin jet of silk firing out of my fingertips. It splattered on the wall beside the door, narrowly missing the naked man standing there.

"What the fuck!" I bellowed.

"Roman…"

"What bullshit is this?" Things were sailing at too much of a happy pace. I just knew someone would come along to shit on it.

"Roman…" Xavier repeated.

"You fired a spider web at me?" the intruder said.

Only, he wasn't an intruder. He was Darcy. A very naked, human Darcy.

"Huh?" I blinked at him, waiting for the rest of me to catch up. "You're…"

He smiled. "Human."

"Huh?" Was I dreaming?

Darcy came into the room, gesticulating. "I was sleeping on the beach, minding my own business, dreaming about cookies. And the next thing I knew, I'm waking up in this body." He slapped his chest. "In my body, Roman." He laughed, jumping up and down.

My brain misfired, struggling to process this. "You're…human?"

He nodded, stroking his chin. "I think it's down to the change in Synth. You know how spells are disappearing? Well, that must be it. The essence of the spell that turned me no longer exists. Gone." He clapped his hands once.

I felt my lips spread upward, my brain finally catching up. "You're human. You're actually human." I burst into laughter, then ran at him.

"I'm human!"

We hugged and danced in a circle. I wanted to cry and sing like I was in the climactic scene of a musical.

My bestie got to live a longer life. He got to be a man again. There weren't enough yays in the world to do this happiness justice.

We stopped dancing, still hugging.

He went rigid.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You're naked."

"Oh. Yeah. So are you."

He sniffed. "Have you just been shagging?"

"Yeah."

He broke free of me, shaking his hands, hopping from foot to foot. "Yuck! What are you doing hugging when you're covered in sex juices? Christ!"

"I'm not!" I protested. "And sex juices? Seriously?"

"You should have seen him ten minutes ago," Xavier said mischievously.

Darcy retched, his cheeks bright red. "I'm out of here." He turned, striding toward the door. Then paused to examine the splatter of silk. "Wait. You did this, Roman?"

"I did. We'll talk about it in a bit."

"I think I need a drink. A big drink. I can have big boozy drinks again." He skipped out of the room, embarrassment forgotten.

I ran to Xavier, getting another round of hugging. "Can you believe it?"

He picked me up, spinning me around, laughing with me.

"He's human. He's human. He's human." Was this real? Did we all really get to have this happy ending?

Here came the nibble of guilt as it always did.

Xavier stopped spinning me, cupping my face. "We must join him for that big drink."

"Amen." I slapped the guilt away. Let it come back later. Whatever. This was the best surprise ever.

"Shortly," he purred.

I giggled, ready for more sweaty action.

Everything that transpired really did seem like fate connecting things with crazy threads. As if we were meant to walk through the fire in order to come out reborn into this happiness.

I just had to get there in my journey of acceptance, of allowing myself to move on from my old life. To redeem myself.

All in good time.

All with these guys by my side.

We kissed and returned to bed, holding each other until the stars came out.

Back at the beach, the three of us drank cocktails with Queen Piper, enjoying every twinkle in the night sky while in full celebration mode, drunk on booze and joy.

Whatever the future held, bring it on. I'd face every moment with my head held high and strength in my new heart. The world was my oyster because I had an abundance of the best word to ever grace a crossword grid.

One across, four letters.

Clue 1: Xavier is the ___ of my life.

Clue 2: I ___ my bestie to the stars and back.

Answer: Love.

Man, did I have so much love.

The End