Page 37 of Lunar Diamonds (Celestial Magic #1)

DRAKE

I watched the Brambles clear the beach under cover of cloaking charms through the balcony window, listening to the faint sound of Riley sobbing in the next room.

My heart contracted.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

It wasn’t enough. I had to make things better.

But the dark… That lake. Those memories. They wouldn’t leave me alone.

I strode across the room, every muscle tight, about to pop. “Fuck this.” I slammed my fist into the wall, bloodlust looking for a place to go. That fucker Jonathon did this. Opened the locks on my trauma. Played with my fears, got into my head. Tricked me.

His intestines deserved to paint the ground, crushed under my boots.

I’ll fucking kill you…

Pressing my forehead to the wall, I closed my eyes. I saw him, Riley. Smiling in the dark, my lips recalling his sugary taste, his silky caress.

He makes everything better…

He is the light…

I pushed off the wall, bolting for the door as guilt raked its talons across me. He did make things better, and so would I.

Knocking on his door, my pulse igniting, I cracked my knuckles. I was expecting a rejection. A deserved rebuttal for being a wanker.

For being trash.

He opened the door, his hair all over the place, his eyes bloodshot. “Drake?”

I lunged forward, grabbing his face and crushed my lips to his, fireworks bursting behind my eyes, the world rich with color and sugar.

Shit. I’d crossed a line. I pulled back, about to apologize when he grabbed my face, dragging me back to his lips.

He pressed himself against me, crotch bumping crotch. Grinding, moaning, his hand sliding to my biceps.

I forced his lips apart with my tongue, finding his. Wetting the kiss, upping the smacking of flesh on flesh.

“Drake…” he moaned into me, hands lowering to my sides. “Drake…”

I picked him up in a bold move. He responded with perfect submission, wrapping his legs around my torso, not breaking the kiss. In fact, he bore down on me harder from his elevated position.

You’re light as a feather yet tight as a drum, I thought, my dick a tentpole in my jeans.

He peeled himself off my lips, leaning back slightly. “Am I too heavy?”

“No,” I whispered.

He licked his lips. “What’s happening right now?”

This boiled those amplified desires down to their true essence. We wanted each other, and we were done dancing around it.

However, I checked to be sure. “Do you want this?”

He blinked, the redness leaving his eyes. “What is this ?”

“Consummation?”

He giggled. “Yeah, I want this. But…how?”

“Sorry?”

He looked over at the wardrobe. “I have no lube.”

I put him down, activating my power.

“What are you doing?” he asked breathlessly.

There. In Aaron’s room.

“Drake?”

“Excuse me a moment.” I dashed out of the room, making a beeline for the first floor.

Pop!

Riley yelped.

Shit! Back again.

I rolled my shoulders, dick straining against the confines of my denim. “Sorry. Tried to get some lube.”

Riley cocked his head, the bulge in his pajama bottoms teasing my feral desires. “From where?”

“Aaron’s room.”

His eyes bulged as he giggled. “Oh. Well… Maybe we don’t need it. At least not tonight.”

“What—”

He pulled off his top, revealing his slender body.

My dick twinged while my eyes slowly explored him from his shoulders to the little patch of hair trailing down from his belly button, vanishing beneath his jeans.

His scent caressed my senses, his skin a plane of exquisite smoothness designed for my tongue and hands to traverse.

I closed the door, so ready for this.

“There’s plenty we can do instead.” Riley slid his hand into his bottoms, playing with himself.

Fuck. What a tease. What a perfect antidote to darkness.

“I’m at your command,” I replied.

He cocked a brow. “Is that so? Hmmm. Let me think.” Slowly, he lowered his bottoms, his dick springing free.

Delicious. Firm. So fucking kissable.

Completely naked, the soft glow of the room’s lights painting his body, he sat down on the bed, spreading his legs.

Was that a bite mark on his thigh?

“Want to eat me?” He stroked himself, every inch the tempting witch.

I filed asking about the bite mark away for later, drawn back into the moment.

How lucky am I?

We’d moved from a place of sadness and violence to this bubble. We had a lot to discuss after it burst. For now, though, I intended to enjoy every minute of this grace he offered me.

“But,” he added, eyes sparkling. “First you need to be naked.”

I obeyed, whipping off every layer. “Like this?”

He gasped, his cheeks flushing. “Erm… Yeah. Just like that.”