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EZRA

I haven’t fingered myself in a few years.

It’s awkward at first, but Lysander’s stunned gaze makes it a lot hotter than the last time I did this.

I squeeze lube onto my two middle fingers and reach behind, arching so I can press against my hole at just the right angle.

I can’t help but groan as they sink in. Fuck, it’s tight back there .

Lysander’s mouth falls open.

I’m pretty much exclusively a top — even when I was younger, Jasper preferred to get his ass rammed than do the ramming, which I was glad of. Bottoming makes me feel exposed.

I’ve never felt as vulnerable with anyone as I do straddling this gorgeous, not-at-all-human guy who’s staring at me like I hung the moon. My heart beats like a drumroll, and not just out of arousal. I’m scared.

I’m scared I’m gonna fall for him, and he’ll have to walk out of my life someday.

The disturbing encounter we had earlier today made that crystal clear.

Or — maybe worse — I’m scared he’s gonna fall for me.

That we’ll be two idiots from opposite ends of our two worlds, some kind of supernatural Romeo and Juliet situation, and somehow I’ll end up hurting him. I couldn’t bear that.

I can’t stand to prep myself for long. I need him in me.

After not nearly enough stretching, I put the lube down on the bedside table and reach between my legs to stroke his cock, which writhes in my hand.

The eager appendage knows it’s about to sink into my ass, even if Lysander’s glazed eyes suggest he’s not quite sure what’s happening.

My fingers drift further south to pet his soft hole.

He might be spiky all over, but everything between his legs is still tender, and I love it.

Lysander moans, his eyes fluttering shut. “’S good.”

“Yeah.” I lean down and kiss his eyelids. God, I’m such a goner . “You ready?”

His eyes open. “Ezra, can humans even —”

I put a finger to his lips. “Sweets, humans most definitely can. And your cock is kinda fun-sized, if you know what I mean? It’s a nice handful, and that’s the most fun size to ride.”

Before he can come up with more worries, I press his tip to my hole and bear down.

His cock is slender at the tip — it goes right in.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “Oh, fuck.”

It feels good. But it gets thick really fast, spreading me open before I’m ready. I push through, heart catching in my throat, riding the wave. And then it swells. And crests. My back arches involuntarily and I gasp.

He’s inside me . I dig my fingers into the pillow next to Lysander’s head. Shock bursts over his new, intimidating face, so beautiful and fierce. His lip twists up, flashing me his sharp fangs. I suddenly want to feel them sink into me like his cock is sinking in.

“Tight,” he chokes, his eyes boring into me. His hips twitch and I gasp.

“Ah! Just — just hold on.”

I lift myself up and sink down an inch further.

I’m really out of practice. But I want this, and I’m a stubborn motherfucker when I need to be.

I do it again — lift and sink. Lysander’s bound hands curl into fists.

Slowly, I work myself open onto him. By the time I’m stretched around the wide base of his cock I’m panting like I’ve run a marathon.

Sweat rolls down my spine. My legs give out just as I bottom out, and I land on his hips with a grunt.

His cock stirs inside me. Fuck, I forgot it can move .

“I can feel your body around me. I feel your pulse,” he breathes. His eyes are huge and shimmering.

I laugh shakily. “You’ve got a super-powered dick if you can feel all that.”

In fact, it’s moving around like it’s got a mission. My insides quiver. Does he like it…?

Lysander’s hips shift under me and he thrusts, one quick, eager move that sends his cock deeper.

I almost swallow my tongue. “Ah!”

“Yes,” he hisses. He does it again, and again, until I’m almost bouncing on his lap with every thrust, My cock starts to perk up again and take notes.

Yeah, he likes it. And holy shit, so do I.

His cock moves with him, thrusting and curling inside me, rubbing my prostate like that’s its goddamn job.

I’m ready to pay it a salary to never stop. His mouth opens and he starts panting.

“Ezra, I want to fill you with my seed,” he gasps. “Can I?”

“Not yet. Concentrate, baby.” I suddenly need to come on his cock. I need it inside me when I tip over the edge — and I want him to feel my ass squeezing.

His knees come up and he tries to thrust deeper, but I reach back and press his thighs down firmly.

He makes a plaintive noise, but I’m in charge here.

The idea comes to me in a flash, a memory of the first time — the very first time, even before he took my hand and put it between his legs.

The moment the spark roared to life and I believed he could be mine. What had he asked me to do?

“Breathe. Get ready.” It comes out on a grunt. He twitches under me. “Three.”

His chest swells. I lift myself almost all the way off his cock, amazed at how it feels squirming against my rim. I could definitely do this again. And again.

I let myself drop. My ass swallows him and he cries out.

“Two.” It’s almost indistinguishable from a moan. God, it’s good. He’s good inside me.

Then, just for a heartbeat, the spines across his collar flare and disappear.

Oh yeah. There it is.

“One,” I croak.

Lysander’s breath shudders.

I ride his beautiful cock with determination, ignoring the ache in my thighs.

I’m gonna feel this tomorrow, but right now I can’t tear my eyes away from his face, his eyes bright with a new kind of hunger.

I curl my fist around my cock loosely, about three seconds away from exploding all over him.

He groans deep in his throat, and the sound shocks me into coming.

I curl in half and let out a high pitched noise you couldn’t pay me to admit I was capable of.

My balls churn. Come bursts from the tip of my cock to splatter all over Lysander’s pale green chest. My orgasm contracts my core, and Lysander moans and arches under me.

“I can’t stop,” he cries, and I feel his cock writhe. I swear I even feel his come shoot deep inside me for several long, glorious seconds.

Gasping, I slump on top of him.

“Ezra, be careful!” he exclaims, going completely still.

“’S okay, babe,” I mumble into his smooth chest. “See?”

I reach up and yank the quick-release end of the rope wrapped around the bed frame. Lysander lifts his hands into view. His claws are gone. His spikes have retracted. He gapes.

“How did you know it would work?”

I roll off him, careful not to land on his wing, wincing as his cock slips out of me.

“You were stuck because your body still thought I was in danger. I thought of the best way to show you how safe and unhurt I am.” I prop myself up.

“I could fuck through emotional or physical pain. I think most dudes could. But getting fucked? I need to feel completely safe. The rest was just… reading you.”

Lysander stares at me. “Wow.”

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re easy to read.” I push a strand of damp hair out of his face.

“No one’s ever told me I’m easy to read.” Lysander struggles to sit up with his bound arms. Come runs down his belly, not to mention the glistening wet patch around his cock, which is slowly retracting. Even his hair is a mess. He looks thoroughly debauched. Delicious.

I reach for his arms to untie them, not totally confident they should stay bound much longer. I’m not an expert by any means, and Bear gave me the whole rundown about how to play during sex — in a word, carefully — so I’m not about to break his trust. Or Lysander’s.

“That’s what caring about someone is about,” I tell him, busying my hands so I don’t have to look him in the eye. My body twitches. Bottoming is a cake walk compared to this.

He’s silent, letting me move him this way and that. When I’m done I tidy up the rope and lean over to leave it in his bedside drawer.

“Ouch,” I hiss at the sudden ache in my ass.

“Stay here,” Lysander orders firmly, getting off the bed. I watch the sway of his ass appreciatively as he disappears into the bathroom.

He comes back with a warm washcloth. I expect him to clean the mess off my stomach — and his — but instead, he sits next to me.

“Lie back,” he says, then he lifts my leg in an uncomfortably intimate way and wipes his come and lube off my ass.

I can feel my face flame at how exposed my asshole is right now — a little too open for my comfort.

But Lysander doesn’t do anything except clean me thoroughly, his pale brow furrowed in concentration.

He leans in and presses a kiss right on my balls before letting my leg fall.

It’s kind of sweet that he finds them so interesting, honestly.

“Next time, I could tie your legs up,” I suggest. “I think it would be pretty hot to finger when you can’t squirm around.”

Lysander narrows his eyes at me. “I think I’m starting to read you , Ezra Pine. You were thoughtful and kind just now, and you can’t make me forget it by offering sexual favors.”

“Yeah, I thoughtfully rode your dick into the sunset,” I mutter, face still blazing.

“Exactly.” Lysander leaves the washcloth in a heap next to the lamp and drags the tattered duvet over us. He curls so his wings are in my face and I have an armful of him, heavy and warm. For some reason, his normally perfect scent tickles my nose and I sneeze.

A moment later, I sneeze again.

Lysander turns around. “Are you okay?”

I sniffle. “It’s all the fresh air and excitement.”

He huffs with laughter. “Fairies don’t sneeze at all, you know.”

“Must be nice.” I manhandle him back into the little spoon position and his huff turns into a yelp. “ Achoo! ”

The last one takes me by surprise, climbing to a register I didn’t know I could achieve. My butt clenches. I wince.

“Ow,” he breathes, his ear twitching.

“Sorry, sweets. Don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I mutter.

“Absolutely nothing.” Lysander tucks himself closer.

I breathe deeply and slowly, banishing the tickle, and hide my grin in Lysander’s back. Somehow, he makes me feel the most normal I’ve ever felt.