Page 66 of The Missing Sentinel
Grinning harder at Ducarius’s rising impatience since it matched his own, Drexley hurried to the wide bed and yanked off the footwear. The sneakers were nice and more comfortable than his worn boots. Drexley hoped to wear them again. But his fashion choices could wait until morning.
The socks were snug, and it took a firm tug to get them off, but Drexley soon flung them aside. He sucked in a shocked breath as Ducarius shoved him to the mattress. Sure fingers grabbed his waistband, and Drexley spread his thighs to allow Ducarius to move closer to him.
Ducarius tormented him. His knuckles bumped Drexley’s hard shaft countless times. There was no need to ask if it was purposeful. Ducarius’s amusement and delight coursed through him with each of Drexley’s moans.
Drexley’s efforts to aid Ducarius were in vain. His hands were brushed aside as Ducarius yanked Drexley’s pants and underwear out of the way. Thankfully, Ducarius was careful not to unman Drexley. His prick bounced toward his belly, and a bit of his early seed leaked from the tip.
Their past lovemaking had been consuming, but nothing compared to having Ducarius’s desire fusing with his. Drexley was already reaching the end of his tether, and they had barely started.
“Move. Move up. Get on the pillows,” Ducarius ordered, his voice rough.
It was not easy to convince his limbs to do anything, but Drexley managed to support much of his weight on his elbows.He scooted upward with his eyes locked on Ducarius. The Skeleton Lord whipped off his pants and underwear and crawled onto the bed.
Drexley groaned long and loud as Ducarius came down on top of him. Instinctively, Drexley slid his feet apart and bent his knees. Ducarius’s cock bumped Drexley’s, and he whimpered his mate’s name.
Grabbing two handfuls of Ducarius’s hair, he rocked his hips to get much-needed friction on his shaft. Ducarius worked his arms beneath Drexley and clung to him as they found their rhythm. They were new to being bonded mates, but they were growing to be experts on each other’s bodies.
But it may as well have been their first night together. Desire was consuming Drexley. His own and Ducarius’s. Their passion was so beautifully tangled that Drexley did not know where his ended and Ducarius’s began. His balls were tight against him, and intense tingles coursed from his head to his toes.
He was close. So was Ducarius.
Drexley was mindlessly rushing for his climax. Panting, he moved in a frenzy. His muscles locked. A heartbeat later, his mind blanked and the world went dark.
The next sensation Drexley registered was bliss. Lassitude gave him a sense of relaxation. That was until Ducarius’s annoyance reached him.
“Fucking stupid Fate,” Ducarius grumbled through their mindlink.
“We lost consciousness?”
Ducarius lifted his head and gently pressed his lips to Drexley’s jaw. “Right in the middle of my fucking orgasm.”
“How long will this continue to happen?”
“I do not know, but I will be questioning plenty of sentinels about it in the morning.”
Combing his fingers through Ducarius’s hair, he relished the heavy weight of his mate on top of him. They had to get cleaned up, but Drexley was in no rush to move. Not yet. “It was lovely until the end.”
“Everything happened so fast. But I loved feeling your passion. That was incredible.”
“So are you.”
“I love you, Drexley.”
Closing his eyes to better enjoy Ducarius’s words and the flood of emotion pouring into him, Drexley found the other sentinel’s mouth. “I love you too.”
∞∞∞
Although Drexley was no fan of weapons and eschewed the practice of training, he was no less a sentinel and wouldn’t sleep through Ducarius leaving the bed, so it was hard to sneak out of their bedroom in the morning. In the end, Ducarius distracted him with a hot shower. Drexley moaned with pleasure as the water beat into his muscles. It was nearly enough to have Ducarius climb in with him to soap his gorgeous body. And kiss him everywhere.
But Ducarius had a mission. One he had to tackle alone. So, he teleported to the living room. Which pissed off the men in it.
“What the fuck?” Arvandus groused as the mug in his hand tipped precariously toward the floor.
Ignoring the curses of the other Darays and the vows to make him pay for surprising them the next time they trained, Ducarius crossed his arms.
“Where are Alaric and Chand?” Ducarius demanded.
“In the office,” Victor called out helpfully. “If you’re headed that way, remind them it won’t be long until breakfast. Where’s your beautiful mate?”
