Page 45 of D’Vaire or Nothing (D’Vaire #44)

I t was Saturday, and Seltivare was running out of patience.

For some reason, the entire day, the clock had refused to budge.

Each hour had dragged by, and Seltivare had slapped a smile on his face as he ate meals, gardened, and struggled to endure each long hour of daylight.

It reminded him of being a child and lying in bed at night on the solstice.

He’d stared at the ceiling with his toes wiggling against the sheets as he’d waited for morning so he could open his presents.

Seltivare smiled to himself. The comparison was an apt one because Seltivare was getting the fantastic gift of his second hoop at bedtime.

More important than any earring, Seltivare was also going to peel a sexy druid hybrid out of his clothes and finally understand the full wonder of passion.

Kisses were fine, but Seltivare wanted to scream out his release like in the porn video he’d snuck into the bathroom to watch the previous night.

Although Seltivare understood how two men made love to each other, he didn’t want to embarrass himself, so he’d decided a little education could be helpful in his virginal state. But he’d missed most of the important stuff. What he had learned was that his imagination was far too good.

He’d skipped past the beginning bits of the video because he was well versed in kissing now.

The two men in the video were naked and touching each other with intent.

Seltivare’s brain had supplied helpful images of himself and Ashby doing the same.

Instead of adding to his knowledge, Seltivare’s phone had clattered to the tiles as he lay there on the floor stroking himself.

With bright cheeks, he’d scuttled into the bedroom and dived under the sheets, hoping Ashby didn’t know he’d come on the other side of the bathroom door while the hybrid was readying for bed.

Not willing to waste his time having another orgasm alone when he would have Ashby within reach at nightfall, the elf remained determined to ensure his lover enjoyed himself.

Ashby responded well to his kisses, and Seltivare had felt his hardness in the past two weeks, so he had some confidence in his abilities. That would have to do. Unless, of course, the sun never went down and Seltivare was forced to live out eternity as a virgin.

“Are you okay?” Ashby leaned close to ask.

For reasons Seltivare couldn’t understand, Ashby had agreed to watch a movie in the living room with several other D’Vaires after dinner.

“Fine, why?” Seltivare asked.

“You made a weird sound.”

“Did I? Strange. Anyway, do you think the clock on the mantle is broken?”

“No. The time is the same as my phone,” Ashby said, glancing at the device he’d pulled from his pocket.

Seltivare slumped into the sofa cushions. “Yeah, mine too. I was hoping some magical accident had frozen the clocks so they were wrong. Today has gone on forever.”

“Any reason you want today to end?”

“Watching a movie here,” Dra’Kaedan complained in between bites of popcorn he was grabbing out of a bowl that could’ve easily served an entire elven meal for six.

“Really, Squirt? Because we can hardly hear shit over the crunching of your snack,” Aleksander drawled.

“Then turn it up. That way we can drown out Ashby and Selti since they’ve decided to have a little lovers’ chat during my movie,” the Grand Warlock instructed.

Seltivare wanted to protest since, thanks to the stupid clock, he didn’t yet have Ashby as a lover, but he chose not to embarrass either himself or his mate like that. To his surprise, Ashby stood and held out a hand to Seltivare.

“Should we go to our room and leave Dra’Kaedan to his snacks?” asked Ashby.

Jumping to his feet, Seltivare grabbed ahold of Ashby and nearly dragged him out of the great room. “Great idea. Goodnight, everyone. Enjoy your movie if you can hear it above Dra’Kaedan’s munching.”

“In moments like this, I wish Selti wasn’t such a D’Vaire,” Seltivare heard Dra’Kaedan gripe as he sped out with Ashby on his heels.

“In a rush?” asked Ashby.

Seltivare didn’t bother answering until they were outside their suite. Opening the door with two metal plaques bearing their names, Seltivare shoved Ashby inside. The door hit the frame with a resounding thud.

“Hey,” Ashby shouted, the forward motion making the hybrid trip. “Are you okay?”

“Sorry. Yes, oh…I didn’t mean to be so rough. So sorry. It’s just…well, I hope you remember what today is and what you promised.”

With a rueful shake of his head, Ashby laughed and pulled Seltivare gently into his embrace. “How could I forget?”

“I guess it was more a fear of you changing your mind. Plus, today has been the longest of my life. I want to unwrap you.”

“Do what?”

Seltivare draped his arms around Ashby’s neck and met his mostly brown gaze. His druid hybrid was so beautiful. “I was thinking during that awful movie that today is like the solstice. Or the night before. When I’d wait in the bed wishing it was morning so I could open my presents.”

“What do you say we get into bed and unwrap each other?”

Without giving Ashby a second to reconsider, Seltivare ran to the bed and flung himself onto the mattress. “Let’s get started.”

“Help me fold the bedspread down.”

“Ugh, fine ,” Seltivare said, struggling to aid his mate.

As a team, they pushed the coverlet out of the way, and Seltivare flung the throw pillows onto the couch where Ashby had already spent his last night.

The second Ashby rested his knee on the sheets, Seltivare grabbed his waist and yanked him close.

Ashby grunted as he fell onto Seltivare. “I never thought I’d say this to you, but maybe a little less enthusiasm?”

Laughing, Seltivare pressed his mouth to Ashby’s.

As far as Seltivare was concerned, the time to chat was over.

Thankfully, Ashby was on the same page. His tongue touched Seltivare’s top lip, and he opened for his soon-to-be lover.

Now that Seltivare had Ashby alone and where he wanted him, Seltivare’s impatience evaporated.

They had the entire night to please each other. As long as Ashby didn’t run from the room, Seltivare was prepared to take things as slow as the hybrid wanted. So, Seltivare offered no complaint as Ashby settled his frame comfortably on top of him and they shared kiss after kiss.

The azalea scent that was both sweet and spicy to Seltivare’s senses delighted him as his blood heated.

Languidness stole through him, and he shifted his hips with only enough vigor to ensure Ashby’s length was close to his as they both hardened.

There was no need to grind against him. Friction was the enemy if Seltivare wanted to last long enough to have Ashby inside him.

“Do you want me to put on some music or light some candles?” Ashby whispered.

“Not if it means letting you go.”

Thankfully, the lights in the room were on, so Seltivare could see Ashby’s beautiful smile seconds before the hybrid recaptured his mouth.

Seltivare longed to familiarize himself with everything about Ashby’s body, so he coasted his palms down his back and even dared to squeeze the firm cheeks of his ass.

Ashby didn’t complain. In fact, the druid-jaguar growled a little instead. It fueled the fire steadily growing within Seltivare. His balls were aching, but it wasn’t in a fevered way pushing him toward release. Not yet anyway.

For now, Seltivare could enjoy his hardness and the rigid cock next to his own.

It was their combined passion making the strokes of Ashby’s tongue so vigorous, and Seltivare eagerly matched his vigor.

This was what he’d ached for since the day they met.

To revel in the desire that sparked to life whenever their lips touched.

Or if Ashby smiled at him in a certain way.

It took surprisingly little for Ashby to turn Seltivare on.

“Let’s get under the sheet,” Ashby whispered.

Seltivare nodded and scrambled to get between the cool layers of fabric. For a second, Seltivare feared Ashby was leaving him alone again. But Seltivare grinned a second later. Ashby had shifted to grab the lube out of the nearby nightstand.

Pleased and excited, Seltivare decided he was ready to start unwrapping his man. He tugged on Ashby’s T-shirt until it bunched up. Thankfully, Ashby whipped it off.

“Can I take off your tunic?” asked Ashby.

“Of course.”

Seltivare raised his arms above his head and sat up enough that Ashby could lift the shirt.

The elf’s hair fluttered onto his forehead as Ashby flicked the tunic onto the floor.

The floral chain of Ashby’s mating necklace gleamed, and Seltivare reached out to touch the smooth skin of his chest. Ashby sucked in a breath as Seltivare’s fingers settled into his waistband and he unbuttoned the hybrid’s jeans.

“I bet your underwear is green,” Seltivare said as he smiled at Ashby.

“Nope, I picked blue for your eyes today. No playing around. Pull my jeans and boxers down so I can get you out of your pants. I want to play with your hole.”

Seltivare’s cock twitched at Ashby’s order.

Without complaint, he did as he was asked and grinned as he revealed his prize.

Although he desperately wanted to play with Ashby’s dick, he had an eternity with the hybrid.

Surely Ashby would allow him to do what he wanted with the long length he had unveiled.

The head of Ashby’s beautiful prick was an angry red, and Seltivare yearned for a taste.

“Stop licking your lips; you can suck me off later,” Ashby said as he took over the task of wiggling out of his jeans and undies.

The second he’d pulled them past his feet, Ashby reached for Seltivare’s waistband with such exuberance that the elf squeaked in surprise.

It wasn’t a protest though. Ashby was welcome to his body.