Page 49 of The Missing Sentinel
Ducarius burrowed his fingers deeper into the muscles of Ducarius’s chest and took a moment to savor being joined with Ducarius fully. A heartbeat later, he thrust his hips enthusiastically as he quickly rode his mate.
Beneath him, Ducarius released a long string of curse words as he gripped both of Ducarius’s hips. Lifting his chin toward the ceiling, Drexley allowed the desperate longing of his body to have full control. His shaft throbbed, and his balls ached. But all he cared about was the way Ducarius’s cockhead was banging into his prostrate as he bounced on the other sentinel’s lap.
Drexley wanted their lovemaking to last all night, but he supposed it was inevitable that there were already sharp tingles coursing through him. His orgasm was near. Drexley’s mouth fell open, and his breath caught as he lost the battle. His seed shot out despite the lack of attention to his prick.
Beneath him, Ducarius surged upward, and his grip tightened. Heat suffused Drexley’s channel as Ducarius climaxed.
Still trying to catch his breath, Drexley offered no struggle as Ducarius tugged on his arms and yanked him close. Ducarius embraced him and kissed his ear.
“You were fantastic,” Ducarius whispered. “I nearly feared I would not survive.”
“We are doing this again.”
“There is no question of that. You are also sleeping in this bed with me from now on.”
“That would delight me.”
Drexley turned his head, and their mouths met in a soft caress. “I used to doubt the tales of sentinels together, but it makes sense now.”
“What does that mean?”
Ducarius cupped Drexley’s nape and bit gently on his bottom lip. “I often forget that you do not know everything about our people. When two sentinels are matched, we gain unique powers once our blood is bound. We will be able to speak to each other telepathically and, if we are in the same room, feel each other’s emotions. Sentinels brag that this adds intensity to their lovemaking, and after they swap blood, it can take weeks to stop from losing consciousness whenever they fuck. I never believed it until tonight.”
“We will gain what abilities?” Drexley asked, dumbfounded. “Did you say telepathy? The ability to speak to each other with our minds?”
“Yes. It is an ability unique to two bound sentinels.”
The import of Ducarius’s words finally registered in Drexley’s desire-laden brain. “Does that mean you can see yourself being bonded to me for eternity someday?”
“Of course I can. Do you think I would have taken your innocence if I did not?”
“You were just as innocent as I was, Ducarius. You handed me that gift too.”
“Again, why would I do that if I did not intend to be with you forever?”
“Thank you for being my mate and for tonight. I will never be the same. It was impossibly wonderful.”
“I agree, and I am the one grateful to have you.”
“Stop being competitive and take a compliment.”
Ducarius rolled his eyes, planted a firm kiss on Drexley’s mouth, and smacked his arse loudly. “Have a rest; I want to make love to you again before morning.”
“I would like that very much.”
Chapter 22
Sharing a bed with Drexley now claimed a top spot on Ducarius’s list of favorites. Not only was he addicted to sinking deep into his gorgeous body, but it was equally satisfying in an entirely different way to open his eyes and find Drexley nestled close. Drexley was fond of using Ducarius’s chest as a pillow. Which offered Ducarius the lovely opportunity of dropping a kiss on his soft hair. It was the finest way to begin his morning. Drexley would lift his head, and they would ignore their terrible breath to brush their lips together. Unfortunately, once they were fully awake, they could not revel in the tender feelings blossoming between them.
The mood at the castle was far too somber to stay rooted in joy. Adney now spent more time in bed than out of it. His growing weariness poisoned his already belligerent attitude. Ducarius hated to see anyone suffer, but it was sometimes hard to hold on to his compassion when Adney bitched at Drexley.
His less-than-kind feelings toward Adney weren’t solely due to Ducarius’s irritation with any cross word being spoken to the man he adored. Adney ignored Ducarius almost completely, and the lone skeleton he could summon no longer stayed on their side of the veil for an entire day. Plus, the skeletons hadlikely never been much of a target for Adney. They were too oblivious of the world around them.
If Ducarius were a betting man, he would gamble every penny he had earned that Adney took pleasure in flaying Drexley with insults. Somehow, Drexley took everything in stride. Not once had he complained to Ducarius about how Adney spoke to him, and his expression did not change as the necromancer hurled insults or complaints in his direction.
Which meant Drexley was so used to the treatment that it was normal for him. That pissed Ducarius off. Although Ducarius was willing to give Adney credit for summoning Drexley out of the compound that had served as their prison, he was not positive living in the necromancer’s realm was an upgrade. But Drexley sometimes acted as if he was in fucking paradise.
And he was grateful to Adney for educating him. For somehow convincing him that everything that made him a sentinel was wrong. Ducarius did not care what path Drexley chose for his life. That was up to him, but he hated that Adney had at the very least manipulated him by stripping his memory.
