I do as he says, the position extremely vulnerable. My whole self laid bare for him. I’ve had sex with my fair share of fae women and men throughout the years, but I’ve never been comfortable being so open with any of them like I am with Dayton. The history of our friendship—the laughter, the talks in the dark, the shared experience of being cursed—makes me safe with him, no matter how exposed my body is.
Dayton runs a lazy hand down my chest, then firmly grabs my length. “This, pup, is a great cock. Did you know? I quite like this cock.” He leans down, keeping his eyes trained on mine the entire time. “In fact, I love this cock.”
My heart dances in my chest. I know he only means we have amazing sex. But when he says that word, I feel like I could leap off the top of the castle and fly over the briars.
He buries his nose into my balls and inhales deeply. “Your scent drives me wild, Farron.”
And when he says my name, I nearly come all over his face.
“If you like my cock so much,” I manage, “why don’t you give it a kiss?”
Dayton chuckles darkly. “Oh, I’ll do more than that.”
Stars explode across my vision as Dayton’s warm tongue laps up my length. But he doesn’t stop there. He pops my balls into his mouth one at a time, eyes dark and hungry.
“Your lips feel so fucking good,” I groan.
My balls rush out of his mouth with a wet splat. “I know.” With no mercy, he grabs them in one of his hands, lifts them up, and strokes his tongue down to my hole.
“Fuck, you are delicious.” His fingers leave red marks on my thighs.
I want to reply but I’m only capable of guttural cries and moans as his tongue swirls around and around.
“I need to make sure you’re nice and loose for my cock,” he says. “You know, Farron, I won’t hurt you.” He looks up and gives a wink. “Unless you want me to.”
I think I grunt a response but he’s grabbing the oil vial from his bedside table and slicking his fingers. An oiled knuckle slathers the warm liquid over me, and I shiver in delight.
That shiver turns into a toe-curling spasm as he pushes his thick finger into me.
“Does that feel good, pup? That’s just one finger. I know you can take more.”
“Y-yes,” I say. “But right now, I want your cock so bad—”
“Want?” Dayton growls. “Tell me you need it. Tell me you’d fucking die without this cock. Tell me you live for this cock.”
“I need your cock,” I tell him as he pulls his finger out. “I’d die without your cock. I live for your cock.”
“Good boy.” He draws himself up between my legs, gives his shaft one smack against mine, then sheathes himself inside me.
Both of us cry out from the sensation: I feel stuffed full, and I push against him, easily relaxing to take his entire length and girth. It’s like my body is made for his; the pain gives way to pure rapture as he draws himself back then smashes into me.
“Tell me you need me,” he growls.
“I need you,” I say.
“Tell me you won’t leave me.”
“Never,” I swear, an oath sworn with our bodies.
Dayton gives a mighty roar, pumping me with an intensity I’ve never felt. My cock smacks against my stomach with the force of our movement.
My vision swirls with color, and I swear my tongue hangs out of my mouth as he uses my body to purge whatever darkness is inside him. And I don’t care. I’ll wait forever if I have to. Wait for the day Dayton realizes it’s been me all along.
He’s not my mate.
But he’s the closest thing I’ve got.
“Farron,” he groans.