Page 21 of Zepharali: Lord of the East Winds (Lords of the Wind Book 3)
Zepharali
Zepharali had had many lovers over his long life, but never in his thousands of years had he felt such indescribable pleasure.
His cock was so hard he could pound steel with it, but this wasn’t about him. Not tonight. This was about giving Lazaar what he’d been deprived of all his life.
It was important to him that he show Lazaar what a selfless partner he’d be, and his primary focus would always be to satisfy his mate’s every need.
With Lazaar’s fangs sunk deep into the side of his neck, he was too inexperienced with his elixir to control how much he was pushing inside.
It was so much that Zepharali stumbled, having to brace one hand against the wall to keep his knees from buckling under the intense ecstasy.
His wind rushed wildly through the open roof and wrapped tight around them. He struggled to control his element.
Lazaar groaned so hard from the touch that it vibrated Zepharali’s chest. He moved his wind again while trying to stay upright as Lazaar pulled mouthfuls at a time.
On the fourth or fifth swallow—it felt so damn good he almost lost consciousness—Lazaar abandoned all inhibition and climbed Zepharali’s body as if he were a towering Heech Birch.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned as the blood rushed through his veins so hard and fast he could hear it. Every suck and pull sent jolts of pleasure to his balls.
Lazaar moaned against his throat, pumping his elixir and thrusting his cock into Zepharali’s abs.
He gripped his vampire’s hips in a tight hold, but he was tearing his robe off his shoulders and digging his nails in for purchase.
Zepharali’s wind was wild and chaotic, his power over nature stretching beyond his control.
He sighed in absolute bliss as it howled through the open panes, rattling the glass and making the long drapes blow like sails.
Lazaar took one last gulp and pulled his fangs out with far less finesse. He seemed to allow his instincts to take over as he began bathing the bite with long, sensual strokes of his tongue.
Zepharali just managed to push off the wall and stumbled across the floor to his bed. With one last curse, he slid his hands down Lazaar’s back, leaving a trail of heat, and laid him on the plush duvet.
He climbed on top—not dropping his weight—and caged him between his arms and legs. He had to observe his sated vampire, unabashed and racked with satisfaction.
Lazaar’s eyes were closed, his long black lashes resting on his pale cheeks. Zepharali was mesmerized by watching his lover lick his pretty, crimson-stained lips.
His cock was aimed at what he wanted. Lazaar was untouched, untainted by another’s hand, making the dark prince all his to tame.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he commanded.
When his prince complied, his lips puckered and slightly parted. Zepharali inched the black robe open and ran his hands over smooth, tanned skin.
He licked his lips, wanting to place his marks on him, but Lazaar was too inebriated on his blood to take advantage.
Zepharali couldn’t help but blow his wind across Lazaar’s pink nipples, making him arch his back and tear at the thick bedding.
He didn’t stop blowing until his warm element was wrapped around Lazaar’s slim cock. He made the air stroke it, and Lazaar pumped his hips into it, his mouth open and his eyes rolling up toward the night sky.
He could see Lazaar was close.
He began to thrust his hips with wild abandon, and Zepharali blew a little harder, tightening the pressure until Lazaar shouted as if his release scared him.
Zepharali’s ego soared to the ceiling when he realized he was the first to make the most powerful being in all the realms come so hard he shook the foundations of the palace.
It took Lazaar several minutes to calm his breath before he passed out beneath him.
Ignoring his own insistent erection, Zepharali climbed off the bed and got a cloth to clean the ample mess Lazaar had spilled on his stomach.
He slid under the sheets and pulled his promised love on top of him, cradling him close to his chest as if someone might steal him in the middle of the night.