His dick slid over Nox’s stomach while he rode that edge of release, desperate to have more of Nox inside him, to be flooded with his scent.
Luca dug his grip into Nox’s chest, catching his nipples between his first and second finger, pinching harder and harder till the nubs purpled.
A low whine boiling in Nox’s chest rose to a deep keen. Only then did Luca pick up his pace again. Nox jerked and his cock pulsed. Cum smeared between Luca’s ass cheeks, slicking up his hole again.
Luca slowed while Nox returned to him.
“Look at me, Nox.”
His glassy stare met Luca’s.
“Now watch me.” Luca leaned back and gripped his swollen dick. The first stroke more pain than pleasure. Pre-cum smeared over his fingers, mixing with the oil that had transferred from Nox’s hands to Luca’s. The slide of flesh on flesh paced Luca’s breathing, shattering under the crash of explosive ecstasy.
Ropes of cum painted Nox’s stomach and chest, every pulse of release a strike of lightning. Luca moaned and Nox lowered him to his chest, smearing cum between their bodies.
And for the longest time, Luca lay there listening to Nox’s heartbeat. Lost in the feeling of being held by a man rather than guarded by a monster.
Grateful for the chance and confused at the empty feeling in his chest. As if an important part of Luca’s life had been taken away.
* * *
Jonathan poured himself another cup of coffee.
The air stirred, carrying the crisp scent of sunshine and winter snowfall.
Seung stood at the end of the lunch table where Jonathan had sat since everyone, except for his men standing guard on the roof, retired to their quarters
“When’s the last time you slept?” Seung said.
Jonathan parked on the bench. “A few days.” Sleep had been impossible since Dr. Dante arrived.
“I’d think you’d be tired.”
“The Sarvari won’t let me sleep.” It’s only interest a certain scientist, which meant he was Jonathan’s only interest.
Seung took up the seat across from him. “Dr. Dante?” Of course she’d know. She was at least as old as Isaiah. And as an egg-bearing female, Seung had the typical empathic tendencies of delta-ranked Varu, but ten times as strong.
“How long have you known?”
“The way your men are acting. The way you’re trying very hard to avoid him.” She folded her arms on the table. “He’s an Urja.”
“You’ve seen one?” Jonathan drank his coffee.
Her expression sobered. “Yeah. Right before two Wardens killed him so he couldn’t get to the Mah Clan in Egypt.”
“Fuck.”
“You could say that. I caught a hint of his scent, but it’s been a long time and I couldn’t be sure. Without a wolf, my betas won’t react to him, but you….” She shrugged. “Have you tried taking the edge off?”
“Want to see the friction burns on my dick?” He set down his cup and sighed. After Frost’s special mint quit working, jacking off was the only way to keep himself under control.
“Why not take a couple deltas with you to your room tonight.”
“I can’t.”
She cocked her mouth to the side. “Afraid Dr. Dante might hear the noise?”
And there would be noise. Not because the deltas objected to being mounted. It was that foreplay tended to get loud and bloody.