“Like maids?”
I breathe out hard, his soothing touch driving me insane. “Not quite,” I mutter, tamping down my arousal. He went through a traumatic event last night. I won’t push him into anything he isn’t ready for. “Those in that dimension serve as they are bid. It could be cleaning, entertainment, and sometimes even with their bodies.”
Lucas’s hand stutters on my chest. “Not like prostitutes, right?”
I sit up and thumb across his cheek. Lucas shudders at the contact. “No. The souls that are there are there of their own free will. They sold their souls to be sent to the fourth dimension of Xendail. They don’t begrudge their lot in life. Be it cleaning, entertaining, or using their bodies, the souls in Xendail are happy to serve.”
“Do you partake in those souls?” he asks with a twinge of jealousy coloring his tone. “Are any promised to you?”
Tipping his chin up so he meets my gaze, even if he can’t really bring me into focus with only the moon for lighting. I thumb over his chin, watching as he blinks slowly at my touch. “I do partake, but I am not promised to any of them. I run my section of the fourth dimension. But when I heard your plea, I was unable to perform, and I feel that will always be the case now that you’re in my life.”
“Does that disappoint you?”
I cup his chin, listening to his breathing change, the soft exhalations now turning into pants. I can almost taste his arousal to my touch. Lucas leans into me, his want pouring off his skin in waves. “No, little one. That doesn’t disappoint me at all. You are gorgeous, strong, courageous—everything I would seek in a mate. There is no reason for disappointment.”
Almost tentatively, Lucas straddles me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “I don’t think I’m all those things but thank you for saying them anyway.” His eyes dip to my lips, then back up to meet my gaze. “Can I kiss you? Since I’m … you’re … we’re mates?”
“Oh, little one, you never have to ask.”
He lunges in, kissing me hard enough to bruise. My hand land on his hips, holding him gently as he grinds onme. Our tongues tangle, lips meeting in a rough and dirty kiss that has my cock so hard I would split him wide open.
Lucas whimpers, moaning and gasping as he plunders my mouth. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. “I want you, Vernimer.”
“Are you sure? You’ve been through an ordeal that was quite traumatic. You do not have to give yourself to me. Knowing we are mates is enough for me until you are ready.”
“I want to,” he murmurs, nuzzling into my neck and breathing me in. “You smell like sex and lust. Fuck me, please. Make me yours.”
“You take charge,” I tell him, lying back so he’s straddling me. “Ride me, little one. Let me watch you fuck yourself on my cock.”
Lucas whimpers, bending down to take my lips again in a long, deep kiss. I hold on to him, grinding against him so he feels my arousal, so he feels how much I want him. I don’t want him to have any doubt that I desire him, regardless of anyone I have laid with in Xendail.
“Lube,” he says against my lips before kissing me again. He moans as his tongue drifts over mine.
I snap my fingers, and lube appears in my hand. I pass it to him without pulling away, wanting more of his lips. It’s such heady experience to kiss my mate. It feels unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I can feel him in every atom of my being, his very essence flowing through me lazily like lava over rock, and his skin is just as hot.
Pulling away reluctantly, Lucas stands and strips his clothes off. I undress more slowly, watching as he puts one foot on the bed and dribbles lube on his fingers. Once they’re slick, he reaches behind himself and opens his hole. I wish I could gaze upon it while he stretches himself. I can just imagine his entrance, nice and pink and ready for meto take him hard. But this first time will be by his design. He needs to be sure this is what he wants. His comfort is of the utmost importance to me as his mate.
“Good enough,” Lucas whispers, climbing back onto my lap.
Even though my dick is straining for relief, I hold my hand up, stopping him. “You will be in pain. I can’t have that. If you’re not ready, we will prepare you until you are. Turn around.”
His eyes glaze, lust reflecting back at me, and he nods, doing what I say. He bends at the waist, and there it is, that pink fucking hole. It’s nice and tight, pulsing as I gaze upon it. I lick my thumb and rub it against his pucker. Lucas curses, gyrating his hips.
“Don’t tease me, Vernimer. Get me ready so I can ride that big fucking cock of yours.” His words end on a moan when I move my thumb and ease my index finger inside him. Seconds later, my middle finger joins it. I pump my fingers in quickly, scissoring him open while I play with him. He’s so fucking hot and tight here. I can imagine how his entrance will feel wrapped around my length.
Once three of my large fingers enter him with ease, I pull out and slap him gently on the ass. “Climb on, little one.”
I hold my cock as he faces me, straddling my hips. “Do you have a condom?” he asks, biting his bottom lip as he looks down at me.
“No. I cannot contract human diseases, and you don’t have any. I would have smelled it on you. We’re fine, little one. Now take this dick, so I can make you mine.”
Lucas wastes no time, notching my cockhead to his hole and sinking down. His back bows when he’s fully seated, his pucker clamping around me like a vise. He circles his hips once, and we both hiss.
“Oh, fuck. Feel so good.” Lucas moans as he lifts his hips, rolling them, then drops back down. “How do you feel so good?”
“Because I’m yours,” I groan, holding on to his waist tight as I absorb all the sensations I am feeling.
I have had sex with countless humans, both here on Earth and souls in Xendail, but nothing has ever felt like this. His high moans burrow into my ears as he shouts his pleasure. I could listen to him all day, his moans and whimpers and groans on a constant loop in my head. His hot entrance grips me tight, not letting me go. The look of pure ecstasy on his face makes my cock twitch inside him.