Page 79 of The Missing Sentinel
“Why? Chand isn’t going to eat any,” Dra’Kaedan retorted.
“He is also not going to eat his weight in cake,” Alaric argued.
“Chand, seriously, what’s wrong with your mate?” Dra’Kaedan asked. “I’m a grown sorcerer; who cares how much cake I eat?”
“Excuse my confusion; you do not appear fully grown,” Alaric teased.
“New D’Vaire rule: Lich Sentinels are hereby banned from the premises,” Dra’Kaedan shouted.
“Our High Kings own this land. They make the rules,” Dra’Kaedan’s mother, Lichpriestess Saura D’Vaire, interjected with a stern glare for her eldest son. “Now, behave. Today isn’t about you. We’re out here to celebrate Drexley and Duc.”
“Mom, no celebration is complete without cake.”
Ducarius kissed the corner of Drexley’s mouth and pulled away enough to enjoy the amusement dancing in his other half’s eyes. With a wink for Drexley, he turned to where Alaric, Chander, and the High Kings were gathered. “Thank you for your thoughtfulness and for giving us this night to celebrate our bond with the most important people in our lives. I fear we have many people to introduce Drexley to before he can relax and enjoy himself. Perhaps it would be best for everyone if we allowed the Grand Warlock to have some cake, or he may wind up getting sent to his room for bed early.”
“I’d roll my eyes, but you’re letting me have cake,” Dra’Kaedan replied. “Now, get to work introducing your mate around.”
“Drexley, are you prepared to make the acquaintance of all these people?” Ducarius asked. Drexley nodded, so Ducarius took his hand and led him to the rulers of the Council to get started incorporating him fully into his extended family.
∞∞∞
Hours later, Ducarius was naked and kissing his way down the flat plane of Drexley’s firm belly. His beloved mate’s breaths were coming in pants, and his fingers were buried in Ducarius’s hair. Ducarius’s dick was hard, his passion was riding high, and Drexley’s desire flowed through him in endless waves.
It was glorious.
They had not made it far enough from the binding of their blood to have much hope of keeping conscious through their lovemaking, but Ducarius refused to worry about that hurdle. He shoved Ducarius’s thighs farther apart and licked the spotwhere his thigh met his groin. Drexley’s unique scent was more intense there, and Ducarius loved the way it flooded his senses.
Drexley’s slightly fuzzy ball sack was impossible to ignore. Ducarius sucked one ball into his mouth and would’ve grinned at Drexley’s shocked inhale if he wasn’t otherwise occupied. Since he’d stupidly left the lube in their suitcase, Ducarius didn’t want to toy with Drexley’s prostate the way his mate loved.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t drive Drexley out of his mind.
Ducarius dragged his tongue up Drexley’s length and grabbed the other sentinel’s hips to keep him from bucking them. Shifting positions, Ducarius balanced his weight between Drexley’s legs and wrapped his lips around his hard shaft.
The taste of Drexley’s pre-come was perfect, and Ducarius had easily become addicted to blowing him. Ducarius didn’t have enough practice yet to get Drexley all the way to the back of his throat so he could swallow around his prick, but he was improving.Soon, he promised himself as he bobbed his head and allowed Drexley’s cock to slide in as far it could without making him gag.
Drexley did his best to wiggle on the mattress, but his movements were uncoordinated, and Ducarius offered no quarter. The jerkiness told its own story though, and Ducarius knew his mate was close. So, he sucked harder, and Ducarius’s passion grew with each moan or whimper that left Drexley’s lips.
There was no need for him to stroke himself or rub against the sheets despite the valiant efforts of his brain urging him on. Ducarius’s climax was barreling closer, and there were already sharp, fantastic sparks flying along his spine.
Drexley tugged harder on Ducarius’s hair, making him groan with approval. Ducarius hollowed his cheeks and firmed his jaw. The edges of his vision darkened. Drexley tensed. Hissalty taste filled Ducarius’s mouth, and he had seconds to pull away to avoid hurting Drexley before he blacked out.
Ducarius woke minutes later with his nose smashed into the sheets and Drexley’s balls smooshed into his forehead. There was a telltale wetness at his groin, and Ducarius groggily reminded himself that it was pointless to get pissed at Fate…again.
Instead, he ignored the mess he’d made and forced his limbs into action. Drexley offered him a lazy grin as Ducarius crawled up to kiss him.
Drexley grabbed his face and slipped his tongue in to thoroughly enjoy the taste of his own essence. It was sexy enough that Ducarius’s sated prick tried valiantly to rise again. But it was far too soon. Keeping their lips locked, Ducarius settled next to Drexley and coaxed him into his embrace.
Being close to Drexley was Ducarius’s favorite pastime, but there was something uniquely special about the quiet moments after they’d made love. There was no burning desire to entice the other, and they could enjoy the joyous emotions of satisfaction, bliss, and the pleasure of what Ducarius believed was an unparalleled bond.
Putting the tiniest bit of space between them, Drexley grinned. Ducarius loved the satisfaction glowing in his brown eyes.
“Today was lovely,” Drexley said.
“Yes. So are you.”
“We will not argue about this. You are the most handsome man alive. End of discussion.”
“That is not how that works, Drexley. We must at least debate it.”
