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He turned his attention back to my cock, heeding my pleas for him to keep going. I was hard as a rock now, and there was no turning back. If we were to be interrupted now, heaven forbid, I would have the most terrible case of blue balls of my life – or green balls, as it were.

He dipped his head again, taking as much of me into his mouth as he could fit. I dug my fingers into the sheets, nails gripping into them like claws. A bit of drool trickled down past one of my fangs. This was not the same Cyrus from a few weeks ago. No, this beast was wholly unfamiliar to me. Nico was changing me, whether I wanted him to or not.

He got up from his hands and knees, sitting back on the bed. He still cradled my cock in his hands, but he kept moving his jaw back and forth as he sat there.

“I don’t think I can go quite that far again for a while,” he admitted with a laugh. “Sorry.”

“Please, don’t apologize. You’re doing well enough without using your entire mouth and throat.”

He got back into position on his knees and watched the way I twitched in his grip for a few long minutes. My cock ached, begging for more, begging to be sent over the edge, but I was in Nico’s capable hands now, and while my words might have held some sway over him, I trusted him to deal with me however he deemed best.

“It’s beautiful,” he murmured between sucking and licking and kissing. “It’s so beautiful. How were you blessed with the most incredible cock, when most of us get this?”

He pointed to his erection, which looked perfectly enticing to me. “It came with all the other wonderful quirks of being an orc,” I replied, hoping the sarcasm wasn’t too dripping to ruin the mood.

My breaths between talking or moaning or whimpering were growing heavier. There was a point when I felt as though I could’ve torn an entire building down with my strength, but now, as he wore me thinner, I was practically melting into the bed. I didn’t know it was possible for a man to singlehandedly break me in the way that Nico had. All my life, I thought it took more than what most humans could do to get me going and keep me interested long enough to please their increasing demands.

But Nico, well, he was different. He massaged and caressed me, first gently, then a little harder, stroking my shaft with hands that must have been cramping by now, until I came harder than ever before. I saw stars as I squeezed my eyes shut, the swirls of color and light dancing around behind my eyelids.

When I opened my eyes again, he was lying back on the end of the bed, exhausted so early in the morning. I sat up and crawled toward him, flopping down next to him hard enough to make the bedsprings squeak.

“Nico?” I murmured.

“Yes?” he asked, staring up at the ceiling.

“Nico, may I tell you something?”

“Of course – anything.”

“I…think I’m falling in love with you.”

17

NICO

“What?” I rubbed at my ears, hoping they were just clogged and I’d heard Cyrus wrong. “Sorry, could you say that again?”

“I’m falling in love with you,” he repeated, more finality in his voice this time.

For me to say that he loved me was one thing, but for Cyrus to profess his love was a whole other thing and it was not something that I wanted to hear.

“Oh, well, Cyrus, I’m, um…I’m flattered. Really, that’s such a sweet thing to say. Don’t you think it’s a little early to declare something like that, though? I mean, we’ve only known each other for a week. We can joke about being soulmates all we want, but it’s probably best not to take it seriously.”

“Even if it’s the truth? I can’t hide my feelings, Nico.”

“No, I guess not. Well, uh, thank you.” I stammered through a painful struggle to come up with words – any words – to tell him. “I – I don’t know what to say.”

Cyrus didn’t respond. He was waiting for me to profess my love back, but I couldn’t do that, not even after the level of intimacy we’d reached minutes before. Maybe there was something wrong with me, but it didn’t matter: Cyrus expected an answer right and I couldn’t give him the one he wanted.

“Hey, is that the time?” I craned my neck to look over at my phone on the nightstand. “I should get going. I need to be up early tomorrow for work and I didn’t sleep super well so I might take a nap when I get home, plus I need to clean the house a little and I’m sure I’ve got some texts to respond to by now, since I haven’t checked my phone in over a day –“

“Nico!” Cyrus held a hand up before pressing the fingers of that same hand against my lips. “Stop rambling. I understand what you’re trying to say, and there’s no need to be afraid to say it. You don’t feel the same way, but that’s all right.”

“It is? You’re okay with that?”

Cyrus smiled a little too cheerfully. “I have to be, don’t I? And you’re right, I think it would be best if you leave now. I’ll be spending the afternoon washing bedding and tidying up the clutter we left around, and there’s nothing particularly fun or sexy about that.”

“No, there’s not.” I chuckled nervously. “I’ll see you again soon. Tomorrow after work, maybe?”

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