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LYSANDER

I should take my leave like a prince and make excuses to Syril and King Thurgraen in person. Instead, I let Ezra sneak me out the back.

My whole body buzzes. He touched me there. Licked me there, put his tongue inside me, and he wants to put more than a tongue in me.

I’m burning for it.

The trip back to The Sanctum is a blur. I hold my breath the whole way. I can’t stop staring at him, and his eyes meet mine at least a dozen times across the front seat of his truck, dark and burning. My hunger must be stamped across my face.

I’m not afraid or ashamed — I’m eager. And Ezra’s sharp breath when I finally close the door to my room behind us lights an inferno. He wants it as much as I do.

I lock the door and he swoops down on me, bracing his arms on either side of my head.

“You look so corruptible in this.” His hand slides up my robe. The need in his eyes makes me feel powerful.

He drops to his knees, lifting the hem of my robe so he can unbutton my pants and slide them down. His lips land gently on my still-tender flesh and I shiver.

I grasp my robe and shirt and pull them both over my head, leaving me almost nude. The press of his mouth is scorching. I want it back where it was — on my tingling hole. But more than that, I want what he promised.

“Take me to the bed,” I order, injecting my voice with command.

Ezra kisses my hip. “Anything Your Highness desires.”

My feet leave the ground. I yelp, and Ezra’s deep chuckle fills the room. He sets me on the bed and whisks my clothes and shoes away, baring me to the cool air. I fumble at the only thing I can reach, the buttons of his suit.

“I want to feel you.”

Usually what we do feels like playful, gentle exploration — at least to start. This time, the anticipation of what’s coming sharpens every sense to a blade. My desire burns white hot. I have to touch him. I need his skin on mine.

I open his vest and flick his shirt off his broad shoulders. His eyelashes dip tenderly when I lean up and press my mouth to his chest, letting my tongue wander over the mound of his pectoral. His powerful muscle flexes under my touch.

“My nipples are sensitive,” he says roughly, brushing one with his finger. The dark skin tightens into a point.

I take the hint and lick hungrily. Salt makes my mouth water, reminding me of how euphoric it is to take him in my mouth and feel him burst over my tongue. What will it be like to feel him moving deep inside me? In my excitement my teeth close over his flesh, and he groans.

“Yeah, bite me.”

I bite him again, leaving a red mark on his skin. Pleased, I make another. And another. He pulls away suddenly, sinking back to the bed. He peels off his shirt and jacket at the same time, dropping them over the side of the bed, then opens his pants. I sit up.

He shoves his pants down, revealing his cock pointing straight up, dark pink and glistening with need. My nostrils flare. The smell of him makes me shudder.

As he bends over to release the rest of his clothes to the floor, I catch a glimpse of the dark place between his cheeks, and my face heats. What if I was the one who…?

Would he want that?

Before I can form the words, he’s sitting up again and reaching for me. His kiss is firm and demanding, releasing me from coherent thought. I go soft all over except between my legs, where I’m hard and dripping.

“I’ve been turned on since the second I saw you,” he groans into my mouth. “All dressed up, ready to be worshipped — you’re unbelievable.”

My fingers find his nipples, eager to prove I can learn.

I pinch and he gasps. His hands tighten on me.

Then they drift down my back, over my wings, which shudder under his firm grip.

Finally his hands land on my ass and he squeezes, pulling it open gently, a hint of what’s to come.

I bury my face in his neck, overwhelmed with need.

“Shit, I don’t have condoms,” he murmurs.

I shake my head, not understanding.

“Protection. Humans use protection so we don’t transmit diseases to each other.”

“Human diseases won’t affect me.” I arch against him and he hisses.

“I’m clean anyway. I’ve been tested since the last time I was with anyone. I don’t have lube either, but you’re —” A finger slides into my slit. “So wet.”

“I trust you.” I pant into his skin. I’d trust him with anything right now. “Do it. Please.”

He presses his lips to the side of my face wordlessly as his fingers dip into my secret pouch. Then they’re gone, and I feel them press against my hole.

Something cool runs down the inside of my thigh. There’s pressure, so much that my chest aches. I’m being invaded. My thighs tense. My body clenches up.

“Ah!”

Ezra’s hand runs up and down my side frantically. “Shh. Breathe.”

I try to follow his instructions, but I can’t push back the panic. I squeeze the flesh under my hands and he grunts.

The pressure disappears.

“It’s okay,” he whispers.

Disappointment claws at my throat. “Just do it,” I beg.

“Baby, no.” He grips my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. “Never let anyone force it. Okay? I’m gonna do it right, and if it’s too tight we can work up to it slowly.”

I push my hair out of my face, embarrassed by his intense stare. “I understand.”

I’m not young by any means, and the world has given me a cold awakening — I should be beyond embarrassment over something like this. A human as gorgeous as Ezra has probably had a dozen lovers, and I’m aching to be good for him.

“Here.” He shows me the tie from my robe. “Can I try something?”

I nod silently. He lays the silk over my eyes and ties it around the back of my head, tight enough to sit flush but still comfortable. It’s cool against my skin. Light comes through faintly, but everything is gauzy blue.

“How’s that?” His fingers trail along my jaw and I shudder.

“It’s like being on stage,” I mumble. There, I know all eyes are on me but I can’t see past the lights. I’m able to sink into my own head and simply perform. “It’s good.”

Ezra makes a satisfied noise. “Tell me if it stops being good.”

This time when his fingers brush my entrance, I melt without thought. The pressure comes again.

“Bear down,” he whispers in my ear.

I focus, remembering how good it felt when his tongue was inside me. Then I’m full, a firm, intense finger sliding deep. I cry out. His mouth is on mine in an instant, swallowing my air.

“You’re doing good,” he gasps, pulling away. A strange feeling is happening in my hole, a stretching, pulling sensation. “I’m opening you up now.”

I squirm. This is not as pleasant as his tongue. But I wasn’t lying when I said I trust him, so I breathe through it. He strokes my hole, pushing and pulling, probing gently. More pressure comes.

“Two fingers now.”

I bear down again. I want them. I want more of him in me. When they enter, I gasp and grip his sides.

He stops. “Too much?”

“Nnn —” I moan, words lost. They’re thick , stretching me open. I feel vulnerable skewered on him. My mouth seeks his blindly, and when I reach his lips I sigh in relief and push back on his fingers at the same time.

He gets the message.

His fingers start to move, sliding in and out of my hole. Sparks erupt down my spine and moans spill from my lips. This. This is what I needed. Ezra pants against my cheek, and I feel his cock pushing into my hip. He rocks it against mine.

“So hot,” he gasps. “And tight. I don’t know if I’ll fit. Fuck. I could come like this instead, just…" His hips jerk. “Could put my cock in next to yours. Would you be into that? My come inside your slit.”

I can’t help the moan that bursts out of me at the thought of his cock sliding between the folds, filling it up. But I want more.

“Need your seed in me,” I beg him. “Please. Use your cock now.”

“Lys,” Ezra groans.

His fingers disappear. I writhe against him, seeking more friction, but he takes hold of my thigh and lifts my leg to expose me completely, crushing my wings into the bed. The blindfold sweeps away my insecurities. I arch toward him and try to project willingness.

“You’re all blue,” he murmurs. “Let’s try it. Just a bit. Otherwise I’m gonna come all over your gorgeous cock, the way you’re squirming.”

The force in his voice thrills me. The bed dips and he takes my hand, making me cup my own thigh.

“Hold yourself open.”

I obey. His hand goes between my legs and his knuckles brush my inner thigh. Then something is pressing at my entrance — something big and hot, much bigger and hotter than his fingers. Obediently, I push back.

Eagerly .

Without any resistance, his cock slips in.

My chest bursts with butterflies. He’s inside me. I did it. Tingles race up and down my body. Ezra freezes. His breath catches and his hand flattens against my leg. I feel it tremble.

“You’re tight,” he whispers.

I reach for him. “It’s good.”

Slowly, he pushes deeper. It’s like the air in my lungs is being pushed out to make room for him. Like my body is rearranging around him. I swallow deeply around the stone building in my throat. His hot breath stutters over my face. I’m pinned, violated, seen .

“I’m all the way in,” he finally pants, and my body thrums. “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.”

My hips move of their own volition, testing out this thing inside me, luxuriating in the immensity.

Ezra’s cry makes me growl in victory. I made him do that.

I roll my hips again. I’m stuffed, stretched.

And then Ezra’s hands are on my waist and he’s holding me down, his cock moving inside me in a rhythm that builds a howl in my chest. Sparks burst. My chest tightens.

“Look at that,” he gasps. “Your hole is pulling me in. I’m not gonna last long.”

I’m barely able to hold my legs open as my brain melts out of my ears.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. “Spill in me. Put your seed inside.”

“I want you to come on my cock, baby. Can you do that?”

I don’t think I could stop myself. Every thrust wrings a new noise from my throat.

Lightning strikes in clusters, energy building in my core, Ezra’s cock growing unimaginably bigger and more powerful, giving me something I didn’t know I needed.

His thrusts turn erratic, his soft sac cushioning my ass as he buries himself with a cry.

“Gonna fill you up,” he chokes.

I tremble with the sudden knowledge of what’s happening.

My peak rolls over me like a storm. It starts in my core, heat erupting from him into me and triggering a bolt of ecstasy.

The rest of me follows swiftly. I clutch at him as I burst open, wetness and seed spilling everywhere. I’m ripe, dripping.

Ezra buries his face in my hair, panting. My legs lock around him, keeping him inside as he softens. Aching desire sweeps my heart. Mine. My human. My Ezra.