Page 34 of Zepharali: Lord of the East Winds (Lords of the Wind Book 3)

Lazaar

Lazaar was laid on the thick blankets in their hidden cavern with the gentlest care and held tight in Zepharali’s arms.

He continued to whisper in his ear how sorry he was for hurting him, that he loved him more than his world, and that he never wanted to feel that kind of anguish from his heart’s treasure ever again.

The sincerity in his beloved’s rough voice blazed so hot inside him that it singed his core.

Zepharali slowly removed their clothes, caressing him from his head to his feet.

Lazaar was damn near panting by the time Zepharali kissed his way down his throat and across his chest.

His nipples tightened when laved by his warm tongue.

His back arched hard by the time Zepharali sucked the sensitive skin between his legs.

The first touch of warm breath over his balls sent chills down his spine. He was bombarded with feelings of excitement and ecstasy.

Zepharali’s long dreads shimmered in the faint light, giving them a golden glow so beautiful he had to reach down and run his hands over them.

He gazed up at Lazaar with adoration and love before wrapping his soft lips around the head of his cock and swallowing his length.

He jerked hard at the instant jolt of pleasure, his moan reverberating against the stone walls.

Zepharali’s mouth was as hot as his element, euphoria flooding Lazaar’s body in a way he didn’t think possible.

He began to lick him with long, sure strokes until Lazaar pumped his hips, aching for more.

The want and need to come in Zepharali’s mouth, for him to drink all that he had, the sexiness of the act drove him without thought.

Lazaar was overwhelmed with so much love for his fated mate in that moment that the world outside their special place disappeared, no longer existing.

Zepharali stopped right before Lazaar came, leaving him suspended on the edge, and Lazaar’s tender grip on Zepharali’s dreads tightened like a vice.

He laid over top of him, covering Lazaar’s body, prying his thighs wide enough to accommodate his bulk.

His legs were gripped behind his knees and pulled back until he was almost folded in half, his calves resting on his titan’s broad shoulders.

Lazaar’s thirst roared to the forefront and demanded quenching as much as his balls needed sating.

Zepharali sank into him with one long drive, and Lazaar sank his fangs into his jugular just as deep.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Zepharali’s loud curses sent exhilaration raging through Lazaar’s veins.

He sucked with long, full gulps, his elixir so strong it drove them both mad.

The blood tasted sweeter, bolder, as nourishing as the many suns. So delicious that he couldn’t drink fast enough.

It intoxicated Lazaar, made him drunk with power, knowing the elixir releasing from his fangs made his virile titan lose himself and thrust into him with wild abandon.

His sex pulsed, his hole clenching tight, making his chest pump hard and fast, craving his beloved’s seed.

“Baby, you’re so fuckin’ tight around me. Your sexy body was made only for me.” Zepharali gasped. “Your bite…it’s driving me crazy.”

Lazaar could only moan, his stomach and core full of his beloved’s nourishing energy.

“Harder, more,” Zepharali commanded in a passion-infused voice.

Lazaar sank deeper and drank harder.

“Yes, just like that.” The strokes inside him became erratic.

My beloved…my all. I am yours forever.

Zepharali slammed inside one last time and let out a long, deep rumble laced with pure contentment before warmth seeped into Lazaar’s body.

His beloved’s orgasm triggered his own. He pulled his fangs out and let loose a long, keening cry as his release erupted between them, the pleasure racking his body for so long he lost consciousness…again.

When he woke, Zepharali was gone, and he was lying on his tiny island in his loose underwear. He noticed the rest of his clothes folded beside him.

Regardless of his titan’s consideration, Lazaar hated waking alone.

I apologize, but Dorema called an emergency council meeting.

Lazaar sighed. I understand.

Zepharali blew him a soft kiss on his wind that made goose bumps form across his chest.

He wasn’t upset long before a group of merfolk leapt around his island, enticing him to another game.