Dim Sum Asylum(69)

“Yeah, like you can kill me. I’m indestructible, remember?” I took my time with him, leaving nips of purpling skin where I’d tasted him. He’d moved too quickly away after one bite, and I drew blood, my sharp canines nicking his skin, and I laughed, lapping it up with my tongue.

There were reasons the fae were known to consume their lovers. The need to hunt ran deep in some bloodlines—my bloodline—but my hunger ran to sex more than death throes. Still, it was better to shove down the instincts calling me to take mouthfuls of Trent’s flesh down my throat and concentrate more on getting him inside of me.

Or I just really liked biting.

His fingers reached inside of me, into places I hadn’t been touched in too long. I loved the burn of his intrusion, feeling everything from the calluses on his knuckles to the rough whorls on his fingertips. He grimaced playfully when I tried to get my mouth near his cock, edging his hips away before I could get another taste of him, chuckling that he was afraid of my teeth. I cupped his balls, raking my fingers around their heft, and Trent gasped, then drove his fingers in deeper when I laughed.

Damn, he felt good. Too fricking good, and when he’d stretched me as far as he could, he eased back, stroking at my trembling thighs until the waves of edged pleasure rolling through my nerves finally let me go.

“Turn over. I want to see your eyes go green.” He eased me onto my back, guiding my hips with his strong hands. We were both sticky and wet, sloppy with spit and lube. The bedsheets were clinging to me, and he tugged away the linens wrapped around my calves. Trent waited until I settled, then bent over me, our mouths barely a whisper away. “Swear to any god you want, Roku. I want you. Since the first time I saw you. Even before I knew we were going to be partners, I wanted you, but if you can’t… I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve still got bruises in some spots.”

“You’re insane, Trent.” He felt good. Too good. The kind of good where I would never want to stop. I’d have to get up to feed the cat or she’d eat us alive, but the bed seemed like a good place to spend the rest of my life. “And don’t worry. I might look delicate, but I can take a beating.”

“Delicate is not a word I’d use to describe you, and trust me, Roku,” Trent whispered against my lips. “I pulled you up the side of a building, then kind of yanked a stone scorpion out of your throat. You are anything but delicate. I’m just worried if you’re up to this.”

“I’m fine,” I said, running the back of my hand over his stomach, liking how my touch made his dick jump. “My shoulder still hurts from the building, and let’s just say I’m not going to be giving you a blowjob any time soon.”

“Hurts too much to do this?” His cock was at my taint, nudging along the velvet of my balls. I spread my legs, arching my back until his head ghosted over my hole. “The shoulder, I mean. And yeah, those claws and your throat, I’m not going to—”

“Mrrrp.” A peach-and-white furry head popped up over the pillows, followed by a long, slightly chubby body. Rubbing her cheek against my forehead, Bob chirruped at me, kneading at the pillow as she marked me as hers.

“Bob, get off,” I grumbled, trying to twist around to get a better hold on her. “Seriously, dude, I haven’t gotten laid in forever. Now’s not the time for—”

“She just loves you,” Trent said, picking her up gently to put her down to the floor. “Can’t say I blame her. Maybe I should go put some food in—”

“First off, you leave this bed and I’m cutting your dick off so I can start without you.” I was serious. My cock throbbed with need, and my ass was mourning the loss of Trent’s fingers. My senses were on overload, and even on my back, the colors of my wings were startlingly bright. The sheets were bleeding flashes of light, and I was lying in the middle of a sea-foam green, gold, and teal aurora, aching for Trent to take me over the edge. “Secondly, if we ever do this again, she’s going to expect extra food every time one of our asses hits the bed. She’ll be the size of a cow before you know it.”

“That’s a when, babe.” Trent glowered down at me, shifting his hands until they were under my legs. “Not an if.”

He was in me before I could say anything else, filling me up until I couldn’t catch my breath. It’d been a long time since I’d been with someone other than my own hands, and that was few and far between. Hitching my legs up, Trent supported my thighs on his. He rocked, driving himself in, and I rose to meet him, curling my spine and opening for his cock.

I felt a delicious burn when he pushed in. Despite the lube and the care he’d given with his fingers, I was too small for him. It would take time for me to adjust to his width. His cock pressed into me, straining my flesh, but it felt so damned good. The sting made my mouth water, and I swallowed as I arched my back to grind down onto Trent’s length. He responded with another thrust, seating himself into my body with a final long push.

“So fucking tight,” he ground out, balancing his weight on his knees. My legs pulled a bit. Spread apart and hooked over Trent’s powerful thighs was a bit of a stretch, but I limbered up quick enough. Another shove of his cock opened me up again, and I mewled, needing him to go back in.

Trent moved slightly, but it was enough. A simple twist of his hips and I was drenched in rainbows and stars. The world went hazy around me, my eyes refracting the light. The city turned to a churning sea of colors, blinding me until my brain could make sense of the changing hues. Trent moved again, and I was lost inside him, around him, as I was pierced through with his cock, my body enveloping him, then letting him glide away only long enough for my heart to drive another thundering beat into my chest.