Page 46 of D’Vaire or Nothing (D’Vaire #44)

The cool air of the room did nothing to wilt Seltivare’s erection—especially since Ashby’s gaze was focused on his cock and his eyes were so dark and dilated with passion that the brown was nearly invisible.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ashby whispered.

“Not as lovely as you,” Seltivare argued.

Ashby kissed Seltivare hard, then snuggled next to him on the mattress. Grabbing the lube, Ashby poured some on his fingers. Mesmerized, Seltivare watched as Ashby rubbed them together to warm the liquid.

“Leg up on my hip, okay?”

“I can stretch farther if you need the room,” Seltivare promised as he sprawled on his mate.

“Really?”

“Yes, I didn’t know how flexible I was,” Seltivare revealed. “But…b-b-but…I…”

Seltivare’s train of thought abruptly disappeared as Ashby traced his hole.

“But you what?”

“Huh?”

“You were talking about your flexibility,” Ashby said, pressing a sweet line of kisses across Seltivare’s painted cheek as he slipped a digit into Seltivare’s center.

Seltivare hummed a cheerful tune. “Was I?”

“Yep. Tell me the rest of it,” Ashby murmured between open-mouthed kisses. “Tell me everything about your flexibility.”

Desperately grasping at whatever stray thoughts were left in his brain, Seltivare finally found one that was working and led him back to their conversation. “Oh. Oh, yes. After I met you. I practiced. I stretched.”

“Did you?”

“Yes, in the bathroom at night, before bed. That floor is terribly hard.”

Ashby was obviously pleased by the way Seltivare’s hole was stretching because he gently worked two fingers into the elf. “Is it?”

“Yes. I think I banged my head on it last night.”

“While you were stretching?”

With a whimper, Seltivare wiggled on the bed and wondered why it was growing so fucking hot in the room.

Seltivare swore he was on fire. Or maybe that was how Ashby was supposed to make him feel.

The man hadn’t even touched his prostate yet, and Seltivare was barreling to the edge of madness. “I forgot.”

“If you forgot to stretch, how did you hit your head?”

The blood was pumping through Seltivare’s veins so strongly—thanks to the desperation and desire warring within him—that a blush had no chance, despite the elf’s embarrassment. “I watched porn on my phone to learn some things.”

Ashby nipped Seltivare’s chin, and his free hand squeezed Seltivare’s hip. “Did you? That’s hot. Explain how you hurt yourself.”

“I imagined it was us having sex instead of paying attention,” Seltivare rasped.

The last thing he wanted to do was keep up with the demands of conversation; his entire being was focused on the three fingers now pumping in and out of him.

But Seltivare wouldn’t disappoint Ashby by refusing to fully answer his questions.

“Instead of watching my phone, I jerked off.”

“Next time, we’ll watch the video together. I’ll make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“Will you jerk me off while we watch?”

“That or suck you. Maybe we can fuck. Whatever you want, sweet Selti.”

Seltivare had to take a deep breath and ignore the way every fiber of his being was straining to climax so he could respond. “I want you. That’s what I want. You.”

“Inside you?”

“Right f-fucking now, Ashby,” Seltivare sputtered. He was losing his mind, and the cad who’d won his heart chuckled. A second later, he pulled his hand away from Seltivare’s ass, and he nearly yelled. But Seltivare needn’t have worried.

Ashby shifted so he was on his knees, and he handed Seltivare the lube.

“Get me wet for you,” the hybrid ordered softly.

Delighted, Seltivare rolled to his back and poured some slick into his palm.

Like his mate, he warmed it by rubbing it between his hands.

Satisfied he wouldn’t be using chilly lube on his other half, Seltivare wrapped Ashby’s hot length in his fist. Seltivare swore Ashby’s steely length was thicker than his, and he was glad for it.

It was tempting to tighten his grip and pump enthusiastically until Ashby’s seed spurted onto his fingers. But Seltivare had a different goal in mind, so he let go.

Ashby whispered instructions and shuffled between Seltivare’s bent knees. Thanks to Ashby’s directions, the elf was at the perfect angle for penetration. Their eyes stayed locked the entire time, and the intimacy was as intoxicating as the passion thundering through Seltivare.

The head of Ashby’s cock bumped into Seltivare, then his hole stretched as the druid-jaguar slowly pushed inside. Seltivare concentrated on staying still and relaxed as Ashby moved at a speed that even turtles would call sluggish. But Seltivare didn’t complain.

It wasn’t that Ashby wanted him to suffer.

He wasn’t trying to stretch Seltivare’s patience or push him past his known limits.

No, there was far too much concern on Ashby’s face for anything that delicious and diabolical.

The incredible man Fate had given Seltivare was worried that the elf would be hurt. Ashby cared far too much to harm him.

Which only seemed fair since Seltivare knew he’d lost his heart to Ashby the moment he saw him in the garden at Deck of Cards.

Ashby searched Seltivare’s face for every nuance of emotion, and the elf nearly wept at the tenderness on his face.

At long last, Ashby entered him fully. Seltivare found the heavy weight of Ashby in his channel new and welcome.

Desperate to be close to the hybrid, Seltivare reached up and tugged Ashby into his arms. Ashby went willingly.

The hybrid kissed Seltivare so tenderly he lost his battle to keep every tear in check.

But he never devolved into full-out crying.

It was impossible. Ashby braced himself on his forearms and fucked Seltivare in sure, steady strokes.

Ashby shifted slightly, and it changed everything.

His cock nailed Seltivare’s prostate, and the elf’s eyes crossed.

Seltivare whimpered and wrapped his legs around Ashby.

His fingers dug into Ashby’s lower back as the hybrid defied every fantasy Seltivare had ever had of what it’d feel like to be full of his mate.

His aching cock rubbed along the muscles of Ashby’s belly.

Seltivare’s balls drew up tight. Flickers of sensation tripped along his spine, and Seltivare unconsciously tightened around Ashby’s length.

The hybrid released a low gravelly moan, and Seltivare snapped. With Ashby’s name on his lips, he came. His fingernails bit into Ashby’s skin, and his mate growled as he filled Seltivare’s channel with his warm seed.

It was a beautiful moment. Until Fate intervened. Seltivare cursed as a piercing pain tore through the top of his ear, and he let go of Ashby to slap at the offending hoop.

“Stop,” Ashby said with a breathless laugh. “It’s fine.”

“The fuck it is. I was enjoying myself.”

“Next time we won’t have to worry about earrings.”

Sweaty, irritated, and helpless to the glowing feelings swelling in his heart, Seltivare clutched Ashby tight. “Thank you for making tonight special.”

“We should’ve done something romantic.”

“It was romantic. Love always is.”

Ashby smiled at Seltivare, and he saw the affection in the hybrid’s eyes before he heard the words he’d been unconsciously waiting for. “I love you too, sweet Selti.”

“Thank you for going out into the garden that night. I can’t imagine my life without you in it any longer, and that was just a few weeks ago.”

“I know exactly how you feel. And you’re somehow even more gorgeous with two hoops in your ear.”

“No, we aren’t talking about it yet. I’m still pissed.”

Chuckling, Ashby kissed him so softly that Seltivare sighed. “I adore you. Our forever is going to be so wonderful. You and me in our garden growing beautiful flowers.”

“Azaleas,” Seltivare responded as he brushed a stray lock of blond hair off Ashby’s damp forehead.

“And sweet peas.”

Their lips met, and Seltivare lost track of everything but the incredible man Fate had made him for. A fantastic life stretched out in front of them, and Seltivare was one fortunate elf.