Page 34 of Worse Fates (Soulmates Suck #1)

I’m met with a wall of steam and the confidence I had moments before dissipates. The sink becoming more interesting than my very naked, incredibly sexy, soulmate stretched out in the bathtub.

“Erm…did you…want some…c-company?”

I cringe and take half a step back, my palms flying up to cover my limp dick.

But before I can turn tail and hide under the covers until the world ends, Lucero’s voice wraps around me, and invites me closer when he says.

“Come here, beautiful.”

With his voice rumbling with the promise of something thunderous, how could I do anything else but go to him?

My feet pat against the tiled floor until I reach the rim of the tub, gaze everywhere but the one place I want it. Then my trembling hand is taken, as gentle as if Lucero plucked a flower, and draws me closer.

The tip of each finger is teased with fleeting kisses, and the lightest brush of his lips trails down, grazing across the heart of my palm. Blunt teeth press against my pulse, and each tender touch pulls out a satisfied sigh from me.

“I would love company,”

my vampire says, voice low for my ears alone. Not even an echo can have it.

Lucero helps me step into the tub, toes meeting hot water as they’re lowered. Slowly, I sink until I’m seated on his lap, my breath hitches when my dick finally catches up to where I am, and twitches. Lucero's body is solid beneath mine, his length pressing firm at my stomach. He’s hard, and that should make me harder, but nerves stop me from becoming fully erect.

With strong hands on my forearms, I’m lowered onto his wet chest scattered with dark hair.

“You're so handsome, Golden. So beautiful. Every inch of you,”

Lucero tells me, kissing my forehead.

It’s when I place my ear to his chest, and hear the steady thump thump thump of his heart, that mine begins to calm.

“When I first caught your scent it was like coming home, and every time after that as long as I have you in my lungs I know where I belong. Your smile is all I’ve ever needed.”

His large hand rests on my crown, his other running up and down my spine.

“I am happy to wait, and if we only ever have this, then there is still no greater joy in my life.”

“You know when someone tells you about a party you couldn’t be bothered to go to? About how much fun they had? And you pretend to listen, but really who gives a fuck. Sex is like that—someone else’s dull story.”

Thump thump thump, Lucero’s heartbeat is strong and I know he wouldn’t mind if I borrowed some of his strength.

“With you it isn’t pretend, not some boring story I gotta suffer my way through. I want to…”

I steady myself on an exhale.

He cups my chin and in his gaze I find only patience.

My chest expands for my overflowing heart, and I’m extra careful to make room for his.

“I want us to make love.”

I don’t stutter this time, or cringe away. My words may be quiet, but Lucero makes me powerful.

So when he kisses me in the way that he always does, deep and claiming, with no doubt that I’m exactly where I belong, I know I’m safe and loved. And I return those feelings, packaged up and gently delivered in each breathless sigh.

“I want to experience as much of this world with you, Golden. Forever.”

Then I remember what’s tucked in my fist.

“Oh shit.”

I jolt upright and open up the soggy mess.

“Fuck, the list.”

His eyebrow quirks up, amused.

“You have a list?”

“Damnit,”

I grumble, attempting to dry the list Kai gave to me but only tearing pulpy bits off. Cheeks warmed, I clear my throat and ask him the first question.

“Okay, sooo. Do you…top or bottom?”

The last part comes out in a rush of muddled words.

“What an interesting list you have.”

Lucero chuckles and lays back, arm resting on the lip of the tub, displaying his large wet chest while his other hand clutching my hip. “Both.”

I pause. Look away, and then look back. “Both?”

“Mhm,”

he hums, eyes hooded and stroking me.

“You did both with your other soulmates?”

I ask, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

“Francisco preferred me to fuck him. With Tristan we would change positions depending on mood. However, he liked to have others watch him be fucked. Samuel and I did not have a very sexual relationship, as he was a deeply religious man, and struggled with his love for me. But he needed to be on top or have control.”

As Lucero talks all my confidence begins to slip away, my hands lowering until they dip into the steaming water.

“In…in front of other people?”

I choke out, pulling away.

His hand at my hips tightens, keeping me close.

“Not with you. Tristan had certain desires and I never wanted him to feel shamed, so we came to an agreement. Others did watch, but he was never shared. No matter how much he wanted it.”

I shift.

“Did…did you like it?”

He plays with my curls.

“I liked pleasing him.”

“So I’m the least experienced one?”

And least adventurous, too, by the sound of it.

Lucero’s full lips brush the corners of my mouth, his nose tenderly nudging mine.

“You, beautiful, are precious. What we share will be between us, haven’t you enjoyed what we’ve done already?”

After a beat, I nod, Lucero taking up my entire focus through my lashes.

“Good. Now, why don’t you tell me if you’d like to top or bottom?”

My dick begins to fill at his sensual timbre, as if he’s wrapped a hand around my thickening length and stroked.

“I want you to enjoy yourself, Lucero. So I’ll top if that's what’ll make you happy,”

I reply, eager and chin lifted. Fake it till you make it, right?

Lucero’s lazy smile is smooth as caramel—too tempting. My tongue flicks at his bottom lip, needing a taste.

Before I can pull away, Lucero grabs hold of my curls and tugs me back, capturing my tongue as his, and sucking it into his mouth.

“That.”

His voice is husky when he pulls back, hand gliding down from my hip.

“Isn't what I asked.”

He takes hold of my asscheek, and squeezes.

“Tell me about all those desires you’ve got locked away in your head.”

My brain short circuits. Hips moving and pressing down into Lucero, I thrust my dick against his slippery stomach, the water sloshing from the tub to splash on the floor.

“Your…”

I gasp, head dropping to Lucero’s shoulder, my fingers dig into his solid chest.

“You're bigger than me. Stronger…”

“Smaller men have fucked me.”

Lucero smirks, his sure hand massaging my ass as if it belongs to him.

Not sure what to say, I glance down at Kai’s list—only to find it ruined.

“M-my list.”

Lucero takes it and tosses it onto the floor with a splat, his other hand grabbing my asscheek, so both are played with to drive me slowly insane.

“Come now, tell me what you want.”

Needy little whimpers escape me as I grind into Lucero, desperate to hold onto the building pleasure. But Lucero keeps me still—no force, just effortless control. The reminder that his strength isn’t just for show, that he could rip open a car door like it’s nothing sends heat straight to my dick.

“I want you inside me,” I pant.

One of Lucero’s clever fingers slides between my cheeks, teasing its way down until it finds my needy hole. I cry out, pushing back into him, but my vampire keeps me trapped.

“You want my cock in here?”

Lucero’s dark sensual whisper sets my nerves ablaze as it travels from my ear, drawing my balls tight and burning down to my leaking length.

“Yes please, Lucero,”

I say, because it makes his eyes darken and his hips buck up, and because I love knowing, even in small ways, I can affect him too.

“Fucking perfect,”

he groans, voice rough as gravel.

The pads of his finger run around my rim, pulling a pleading sound from my heaving chest. I never thought I’d want to be a broken thing, quivering and begging for every inch of skin to be stroked and pleased, but Lucero lures this side out of me, like he’s beckoning me with a finger and I crawl to him on hands and knees.

His finger taps my aching hole.

“Open for me, beautiful.”

Head against his shoulder, my hands grope his chest, his hard nipples and powerful shoulders, the column of his thick neck, the hard stubbled curve of his jaw, my mouth sucking love bites into his collar bone. And I do as he says, pushing out so the tip of his finger can sink inside me.

Crying out, I jerk up. Pushing his finger deeper. Moaning, loud and long, I arch into that fullness, panting.

“Feels so good…Lucero, so good.”

I rock up and down. Up and down. My full and aching dick bobbing out the water.

My vampire growls. Sitting up, he runs the flat of his tongue up my chest, licking up the beads of water until he gets to my nipple, and bites with blunt teeth.

“You’re so tight, Golden. So perfect. Do you want me to make you feel even better?”

His voice raw, each breath a hot gasp against my taut nipple.

“Yes,” I plead.

Then his finger grazes over something sensitive and my body reacts before my brain can. Intense, white hot pleasure blinds me and I nearly choke on the scream ripped from my strained throat. My nails rake his chest as I thrust into that perfect friction he gives so readily.

“Lucero,”

I moan, breathless.

“So good, don’t stop. Please, Lucero.”

Lucero sucks and bites and licks my chest, going up until he’s at my neck.

“So sweet.”

There is some pain when Lucero adds a second finger, making me full in a way I’ve never thought about. But that pain is soon washed away and replaced with back arching pleasure.

“Need more.”

I sound drunk. My hands slide up his chest and circle his neck to hold on, making it easier to bounce slowly up and down.

“I want more.”

His fingers spread, stretching me, the pad of his finger rubbing into my prostate. His other hands stroking down to grab hold of my dick. Has anything—ever—felt so good?

Probably fucking not.

“Beg for more,”

Lucero’s voice is ragged, his teeth sucking my neck.

“Fucking beg, Golden.”

I find his mouth and take it, our lips clashing. His tongue slipping in and I suck on it like I would his dick, wanting it as deep as possible.

“Please, Lucero,”

I say when I pull myself barely a hair's breadth from his firm mouth, our shared breath hot on my swollen lips. Midnight blue eyes, a storm of intense hunger, tracing across my skin, leaving sparks in their wake.

“Please give everything to me. You’re the only one who can make me feel good.”

Suddenly, I’m wrapped in Lucero’s arms and in the air. Trusting him, I don’t resist as he sits me on the lip of the tub, my back shocked by the sudden cold wall it’s pressed against. My dick rests against my stomach, so full of blood it’s a deep reddish purple.

“Lucero?”

I ask, out of breath, feeling exposed as he opens my legs wide and kneels between them, causing the steaming water swaying and spilling over the floor.

“Lay back, baby, let me make you feel good.”

Before I can take a breath, or figure out what that devilish spark in his eyes mean, his tongue is against my hole.

The back of my head hits the wall. If there was any pain, I don’t feel it. Mind Numb, earth shattering, ecstasy hits my bloodstream like a drug.

My hands fly to his hair and I grab hold, riding his face, as his tongue flicks at my entrance.

I’m rambling, not making sense even to my own ears.

“So good, so good, never stop.”

Lucero sucks, nibbles, making filthy wet noises like he’s making out with my hole. I should be embarrassed, and my whole body is probably flushed red. But I don’t have it in me to care.

Then his hand wraps around my dick, and all it takes is one stroke—one long, deliberate glide from sensitive tip down my aching length to ignite my every thought. Back arching near breaking point, my scream shattering the air, echoing back at me like a chorus of my own fucking pleasure. It loops, over and over, my orgasm stretching into eternity.

Limp, I collapse back against the wall for Lucero to lick up my chest. He drinks the cum splattered on my stomach, so when he takes my mouth, I can taste my salty release.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you, too,” I reply.”

When I’m next picked up, I half wonder if I’ve actually floated away, until Lucero places me on our bed as if I were made of china. My arms flop open and a moment later he slides into my waiting embrace, our naked bodies fitting together the way I imagine our connected souls do.

He kisses the tops of my ears. My forehead, the corners of my each eye. My nose and cheeks, my chin and jaw. When he finally presses his lips to mine, I melt into him.

“I want you,” I murmur.

“We don’t have to do anything.”

My hands roam his body—through thick hair, across strong shoulders, down his back. A sigh escapes me, full of quiet wonder.

“I want everything.”

“My precious love,”

Lucero cups my face, his expression soft.

“I will give you everything.”

“I trust you.”

Inside, I feel the connection that binds us, and my heart soars. How is it possible for a love that can fry all my thoughts to give me all this comfort? I’m sexy and powerful and I want to find out all the ways I can tease Lucero, and for him to tease me back.

Lucero moves, and I hear the draw slide out before he comes back with a bottle of lube.

“It’s already opened…”

I say, trying and failing not to pout.

Lucero chuckles, smiling indulgently—like I’ve handed him everything he’s ever wanted wrapped up with a bow.

“I’ve only ever used it for myself.”

Playfully frowning, I poke him with my toes.

“You better.”

Laughing, he grabs my foot and kisses each toe, before freeing me and pouring a generous amount of clear lube onto his fingers, warming it up before placing it against my hole.

He takes his time fingering me open, until I’m sweating and my half-hard dick is coming back to life faster than I would’ve expected.

“Ready, Golden?”

Lucero asks, moving between my legs and pressing the slicked head of his cock at my stretched hole.

I nod, watching him through my hooded gaze before there’s an uncomfortable stretch as he begins to fill me. I gasp, swallowing and squeezing my eyes tight.

“You’re doing so well, Golden,”

Lucero groans, voice strained and sweat beading at his forehead. His long, thick length pushes in—leaving no room to spare.

“Amazing, you’re so amazing.”

Then I’m full, completely full.

Almost too full.

My arms drop from Lucero to fist the sheets.

Full, like there isn’t enough room to breathe.

My head falling to the pillow, I turn away, biting my lip. Groaning.

Like, there isn’t enough room for me.

In the bathroom pleasure soaked me until I was saturated. Now I’m bone dry and my dick lies forgotten.

The sheets twist in my fists.

What am I even doing? I have no idea. What if Lucero hates this?

Maybe I hate this?

My chest quakes with every short gasp. Eyes squeezing tighter.

If I don’t like this, how can I make Lucero happy?

Lucero’s lips touch the corners of my eyes, his hand on my cheek, pulling me back to face him. When my eyelids flutter open, I find Lucero watching me with such heartbreaking love.

I didn’t even realise I was crying until he kisses away each tear.

“Hello, Golden Ramnarine.”

All the air trapped in my lungs leaves me.

“Hi, Lucero Toledo…”

He smiles, as if I could do no wrong.

“How many times have I told you you're perfect?”

As I stare into his blue gaze, I begin to calm and my fists untangle from the sheets finger by finger.

“Once or twice.”

I give him a watery chuckle.

His returning chuckle warms my chest.

“We can stop, we can always stop, my love. Simply being by your side will always be the greatest gift.”

Making out and sucking him off was something new and fun. Sex, for some reason, is bigger. Maybe being this intimately close to someone, no matter who you are, is always kinda scary.

Jace was scary, too. But he isn’t like the man above me, who waits patiently—lovingly. They’re so vastly different they could be different species. Lucero makes me powerful, brave when Jace only wanted me broken.

My chest fills, completely. It’s okay, though, I made room enough for the both of us. Lucero calls me perfect, but really, he only needs me to be myself.

“Don’t stop,”

I whisper, unclenching.

“I was…just a little scared, but only for a moment.”

Lucero’s forehead drops onto mine.

“I’m a little scared, too,”

he confesses.

My eyelids flutter. “Really?”

“Yes, but you make me very brave. Thank you, love.”

“Lucero,”

I whisper, more tears flowing down my cheeks.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

“Of course we think the same, we’re soulmates.”

He takes hold of my hand, and places it on my lower stomach.

“I’m right here, Golden. Nowhere else. Never anywhere else.”

Slowly he thrusts his hips, our eyes locked. He captures my other hand pressed into the bed, and our fingers entwine. More tears flow down my cheeks, but I moan as his hot length grazes against my prostate.

How could I not feel loved, safe, cared for as we share this experience? He is my heart, my soulmate—my light. Our eyes never sway, our fingers remain woven. I am his Golden, he is my Lucero.

“I want you to cum, Lucero, please,” I moan.

It takes time for me to get hard again. But the pleasure is always there, so deep that I’m not sure if it's that, or maybe I just love Lucero so much my body has to respond.

Groaning, Lucero’s hips snap against me, the sound of skin meeting skin forming a rhythm of its own. Soon, I arch up, moving in perfect sync with him and our bodies dance as one.

“Feels so good,”

I breathe the words against his sweaty skin.

“Please, cum inside me, Lucero.”

I add, just to drive him a little insane.

And when he curses loudly, his grinding losing our rhythm, I can’t help my teasing grin.

“Golden!”

Lucero’s cock sinks completely inside me, his orgasm one that has his face twisting as he roars out his pleasure. Sweat glistening down his forehead, teeth clenched and shoulders bunched.

When I cum for the second time that night, it isn’t an explosion, but a slow build that’s a gentle breath outward.

Perfect. Safe. Home.

Together we’re tangled, and as I fall asleep I feel loved, so loved, so very loved.