Page 28 of Worse Fates (Soulmates Suck #1)

I find Lucero where I left him on the sofa, and as the door shuts he sits up on his forearms, taking me in. And under his watchful stare I’m left bare. Naked, in every way possible and just for him.

“How’s Kai?”

he drawls as I move, drawn into his orbit.

When I reach him, he sits up and draws me between his open legs. Hands cupping my thighs, leaving my legs weak. I grip his broad shoulders for support.

“He’ll be okay, I hope anyway.”

I mumble, tracing the defined lines of his muscles. Absently wishing I could brand my fingerprints into his skin, so he’ll carry a piece of me forever.

“I wish I hadn’t dragged him into all this shit.”

With his hands on my hips, Lucero pulls me in closer to bury his face in my stomach. Breathing in my scent and kissing me through the thin fabric of my t-shirt.

“I know, beautiful.”

Then he lifts the back of my t-shirt to glide his large lands across the sensitive flesh at my back.

I gasp.

His touch is like grabbing a live wire with both fists. And I feel Lucero’s lips curve up even through our barrier, as his rough hands glide down to knead my ass.

“Lucero?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I suck your dic–?”

“Yes.”

A giggle pops out of me, breaking some of the heated tension.

Lucero clears his throat.

“I mean, if you’d enjoy that, then of course.”

Fuck yeah I would, and from his flaring nostrils he can tell, too.

Yet, when our gazes fuse and I sink between Lucero’s muscular legs, like a tossed match—that tension reignites.

Blood pumps in my veins and I stare up at him through my lashes. His pupils dilate, consuming the blue to leave a deep, hungry black.

My trembling hands reach for the waistband on his sweats. But then I hesitate, looking away and that tremble becomes a tremor.

I have no idea what I’m doing.

What if I can’t make Lucero feel good?

What If I hate this?

I begin to pull back, yet a big careful hand cups my jaw and pulls my attention back to eyes that follow me even in sleep. Comfort and safety and home.

“Hello, Golden Ramnarine.”

And despite all his desires, or maybe because of them, his tender voice brings me back to this. To us.

“Hi, Lucero Toledo.”

Feeling brave and strong even as I curl into his hand and bask in his comfort.

He runs his thumb across my lips, his other hand taking my palm to lay across his naked chest.

“We can stop anytime,”

he reassures. But when I don’t and after a long pause, he takes both my hands and together we pull down his sweats, revealing every deep line that's carved into his stomach, pointing down to the place that has my mouth watering.

How did I forget, fuck yeah I wanna do this.

“I find you so sexy.”

My voice is somewhere else, fuzzy. My focus on every new inch of exposed skin. My own dick painfully hard, balls drawn tight.

He’s playful, wicked and so fucking pleased with himself, when he leans forward to steal a kiss.

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice.”

I smile, going in for a kiss, but he falls back, smirking at me and eyebrow cocked, daring.

“But I’m also kinda jealous, too,”

I admit.

“I wish I looked half as good as you.”

Lucero presses the tip of his thumb against my lips, easing them open, allowing me the smallest taste of his skin. Salt and heat and something else that leaves me spinning.

“You have no idea just how perfect you look.”

Lucero, my vampire, my light, my soulmate, leaves no room for argument. He calls me beautiful, doesn’t he? And under his sight, I am.

With a boost of confidence, I tug his waistband down and his long, thick dick curves out. My mouth widens on a moan, craving the taste of him on a soul deep level.

His dark, musky scent fills my lungs. Goes into my fucking veins and lights up my blood. Lucero’s uncut, tip red and wet with pre-cum, heavy balls decorated with a smattering of black hair and, God, how I want to savour every piece of available hard skin. Press my tongue to the thick, pulsing vein running up the proud length of his twitching dick.

Part of me wants to make a joke. But I physically can’t tear my eyes from him.

Lucero grabs the root of his dick, his other hand running through my curls, taking hold when I part my lips for him.

“Do you want my cock in that mouth of yours, Golden?”

The only thing connecting my parted lips is a string of hot drool. I edge forward to suck him down. But Lucero keeps me in place and I whine—so desperate I don’t have it in me to be embarrassed.

“If you want something…”

Lucero runs his dripping head across the soft pillow of my bottom lip. My tongue darts out, but he pulls back too quickly. But so hungry for anything, I drag the tip of my tongue over the taste he left behind, and the breath in my lungs rattle behind my ribcage. My leaking dick making a mess of my underwear.

“You ask for it.”

“Please, Lucero,”

I whisper, my brown skin flushed.

“I want your dick in my mouth.”

Lucero groans, his hand tightening in my hair as pre-cum spills in a long line down his length.

“Fuck, Golden. You’re perfect, aren’t you? And you know I always give you what you want.”

Then slowly, lovingly, Lucero pulls me forward, and his hot head slips into my waiting mouth. We both moan as I wrap my lips around him.

“Fuck, so good,”

he groans.

“So damn good.”

Through my lashes, I watch as Lucero’s head drops back. But his electric gaze remains seared on my face, on the way I suck in another inch, my lips stretched.

“Move your tongue around, beautiful. Oh, yeah, just like that. So sweet, Golden, like fucking honey.”

Encouraged by his filthy words, my confidence grows. Delight fills me as my strong vampire trembles, his long exhales loud, as I sweep my tongue along his spongy head and explore his pulsing length. Then, when more of his pre-cum hits my tastebuds, teasing me, I groan. Sucking my cheeks in, I try to take him deeper but instead I end up gagging and pulling back.

“Shh, no, beautiful. You don’t have to do all that,”

Lucero says gently, his hand pulling from my curls to stroke my cheek.

“You’re doing so good already. Just use your mouth on the head, put your hands on my shaft and rub.”

Turning in his hold, I kiss his fingers, trusting him completely.

“Okay, Lucero.”

He makes a noise in the back of his throat, like he’s giving into something, but going willingly.

“You’re going to absolutely ruin me, aren’t you?”

Instead of answering, I suck the mushroomed head of his dick back into my mouth, one hand going to his shaft. Squeezing his hardened flesh, I rub the velvet soft skin up and down just the way he said.

A deep groan rumbles above me, his head throwing back as I work. The obscene wet sound of my sucking, and spit travelling down his length to his tight balls, fills the quiet space.

Lucero presses a finger under my chin, making sure he has my attention.

“Be careful of teeth, baby.”

And he snaps his at me, grinning.

My cheeks blush, and I do as he says, though his instruction doesn’t stop me feeling bold , I cup Lucero’s balls and he bucks up, his moaning a roar.

His fist goes back to my curls and tightens, keeping me in place.

Keeping me on my knees and more pre-cum spills from my tip.

With a pop his dick leaves my mouth and slaps against my face.

“Am I doing a good job, Lucero?”

My voice is raw, breathless. Dirty and needy. My mouth so fucking empty it hurts, but I have to know.

“Am I making you feel good?”

The noise he makes is an animal growl. Then the sound of creaking, before the piece of sofa under his hand cracks, breaking off a chunk of wood.

I gasp, but he’s already pulling me back to his dick, dismissing the broken piece over his shoulder.

“You’re doing perfectly, Golden. So good for me, aren’t you?”

His praise is like thunder—a boom that doesn't just go into my eardrums but echoes through my whole body until even the tips of my toes tremble from the aftershocks.

I hum as his straining flesh returns to my mouth, starved and needy. My palm around his thick shaft, the other stroking his balls.

How did I never want this in the past? Now I want to spend the rest of my life here.

“You love being on your knees for me, don’t you? I can see it, beautiful.”

Lucero pulls his dick out my mouth, smirking darkly when I whine.

“You fucking love it.”

Then shoves his dick back, a pleased sound purring from my chest at his explosive taste.

I’m drunk off his desire. My hand moves faster, hips bucking forward to seek relief.

“You’re killing me, beautiful.”

I’ve never heard Lucero’s voice this broken. Like I’m some master at pleasure and, while I might be on my knees, he’s the one powerless to my touch.

Then his dick swells in my mouth.

“Gonna cum.”

His voice is rough, both hands twisting in my curls.

“Baby, I’m going cum!”

He tugs, but I stay where I am. The tip of my tongue dips into his slit, flicking it, begging without words for him to give me what I so badly need.

“You want it, Golden?”

Lucero growls, chest heaving, muscles bunched and brow sweating.

“Fucking beg for it.”

Drawing back, I sit on my heels, mouth open—flushed and wet, swollen.

“Please cum inside my mouth, Lucero. Give it to me, you give me everything I want.”

“Anything you want!”

With a roar, I’m pulled back onto his jerking dick.

Ropes after ropes of his salty hot cum fill my mouth, leaving no corner spare, and I swallow every drop greedily.

Then in a move that is all speed and strength, I’m hulled into Lucero’s lap, his hand shooting down my trousers to wrap around my pulsing length and all it takes is one stroke and my balls draw in painfully tight—and I’m screaming out my orgasm.

My lungs fill, my skin burns and sparks and the only reason I stay a single person, instead of shattering, is because of Lucero’s arms anchoring me to his chest, while shock after shock snakes up my spine and blasts my nervous system.

When it ends I’m a shaking mess in Lucero arms, drained and with not a single thought left.

Boneless and breathing hard, Lucero drapes his forearms over my shoulder and lets free the smallest laugh, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“Holy shit,” I gasp.

“Mhm,”

he agrees, eyes closing.

“Wanna do that again?”

Under me, his chest vibrates with laughter.

“Oh no, what have I created?”