Page 46 of Taken By the Lord of the Nocturne Court

“Perhaps not, but I’m not letting that stop me,” I whisper against his tattooed neck before marking him with a swirl of my tongue. I adore the way he arches under me, spreading his thighs as if he can’t help his need for me either.

His fingertips slide over my neck, then all the way to my cheeks. “So many years of pent-up need, coiled in such a magnificent body,” he whispers, looking into my eyes. “I want to taste you, Kyran.”

A shiver of pride goes through me. Hedoessee me for who I am. He calls me by my name.

He is mine, not Kyranis’s.

“I pulled you out of the river for him, but he wasn’t worthy of you. I’m glad you never met him,” I rasp as my mouth touches his. I drag my fingers up his ribcage, intent on learning his body by heart. He is perfect.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

If I was obligated to hand him over to Kyranis now, I'd sooner rip my brother apart than let him put his hands on Luke.

“I’m not much. I’m just a human,” Luke tells me with a soft expression.

His breath hitches under my touch, and he rocks his hips to let me know how excited he is to be mine again. He doesn’t understand the power he already has over me, andmaybe that’s for the better, because he could have made me do terrible things with a flick of his bony wrist.

I want to worship his pale skin, seaweed hair, those long fingers with rosy knuckles, and tiny ears.

“No. You’re more. You’re my Dark Companion. You’re my power. You’re my pride,” I rasp, lowering my body on top of his as our breaths synchronize. The proof of my lover’s excitement pokes at my hip, and I grin, placing my hand over it, just touching it through the nightshirt.

He can be so moody at times, so seeing his mask melt away makes my heart beat faster. I want to be as close to him as possible. Body, soul, and shadow.

His touch gets firmer when he slides his hands down my sides, all the way to my hips. He’s pulling up my night shirt. So needy for me.

“Then give me whatIwant. Let. Me. Taste. You.” He underlines the demand with a lick to my lips.

I got so wrapped up in taking him again, I almost forgot his earlier request. It’s so hard for me to comprehend that someone, my promised at that, wants to pleaseme.

Me. The impostor. The younger twin. The spare.

But deep down I know he wouldn’t have wanted Kyranis the way he wants me, and I would have never let my brother use him for his shadow.

“Greedy,” I mutter, and when my lover pushes at my chest, I roll back, spread out under the covers as Luke moves between my legs with a grin that tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing. I have to fight the urge to ask for the names of every human he’s ever been with. I can’t wipe them from existence just because Luke fooled around with them once. It would have been unreasonable. Then again, do I always need to be reasonable?

He pushes up my shirt all the way to my pecs, and I flex my abs because I’ve seen his eyes spark at the sight of my muscles. His gaze follows one of the eels sliding over my hip, but then all of his attention is on my dick, and he wastes no time.

Luke kisses my cockhead with a happy groan, then licks all the way down to my balls, making my prick twitch in excitement. It’s like being teased with a hundred feathers at once, and my eyes shut at the shock of this sensation. “This… oh… this feels good.”

Luke’s eyes shine with glee, as if I’ve given him precisely what he wants, and he wraps his arm around one of my thighs, holding it still as he lowers his face again. Hispale features look so sweet and delicate as he nuzzles my engorged erection, and I long to see him lose some of this calm, like he did when I fucked him last night.

But it seems it’s my turn to fall apart, because when he opens his soft mouth and sucks in my cockhead, the heavens open, and the bright glow of the moon shines upon me despite it being the middle of the night.

I moan and slide my fingers into his hair, afraid it might be too much and that I’ll come too soon. He glances at me, lowering his head over my cock and taking more of it into his hot mouth as he toys with the underside.

He’s a demon under that pretty mask.

A very pretty demon who wants to leave me within a month.

That cannot happen.

Surely, I can make him see reason by that point. Can he really do better than an elven Lord?

With a raspy moan, I spread my thighs wider, to give him all the access he wants, and he gently squeezes my balls while teasing my cock with his lips.