Page 76 of Nyx
I nod, leaning against him, and any argument that might’ve been brewing dies with my decision. I might be stronger, but he gives me that strength. Anything we do, we do together.
Reyes
Bythetimewe’veworked out the details, night has fallen. Crickets chirp and bullfrogs croak, and a few fireflies dance in the darkness beyond the treeline. “They are like us,” Nyx says as he holds a hand up, and I grin as a firefly lands on his open palm. “They glow.”
“They do,” I agree with a chuckle as I reach over, but it zooms away before I can touch it. “And they only like you, apparently.” As if to prove my point, the firefly returns to his hand, flashing its luminescence at me in a teasing blip of light.
“Everybody likes me.” Nyx bumps me with his shoulder. “I am… what is this word? Cute. I am cute.”
“You are, huh?” My smile spreads, bumping him back.
“You told me this, and you don’t lie.” He’s thoughtful for a moment. “And they like me because I don’tstab them.”
“It was once! Okay… twice.” Nyx laughs, this one light and carefree as he watches the firefly join its friends amongst the trees. “And I only stabbed Ronan because I thought he was kidnapping Cameron.”
“And Elas?”
I snort a laugh, remembering my and Elas’s first meeting. “Honestly? Watching that giant fucker trying to climb down into my home? That was just panic.” He chuckles, and we walk in comfortable silence until we make it back to his cottage.
The last rays of the sunset illuminate his face as he turns to me and bats his lashes, leaning against his door. I know what he wants, and I don’t hesitate to lean down and capture his lips. He sighs happily as he melts into me. Kissing Nyx is like taking a bite of something sweet—your senses come alive and it leaves you craving more. Hungry for another taste, or one more minute, or another swipe of those soft lips on mine.
Just one more.
Tentative hands grip my cheeks, then feather over my jawline, and slowly trace down my chest. His fingertips are timid as they brush my nipples, and I can’t hold in my groan as my blood rushes south. Nyx explores lower, and I let him… of course, I let him.
I’d let him do anything.
He maps the curves of my chest and stomach, his fingers leaving a trail of warmth as they dance across my waist. Everything is tight and heady, and I try to keep my hips pulled back so he doesn’t feel the erection pushing against my shorts. My limits are tested, though, when he traces my waistband and I moan quietly into his mouth.
“This is good?” He separates his lips from mine and watches my face as his hand drops even lower to graze my cock.
“So good,” I whisper, and he gets bolder as he palms me through my shorts. “Gods, you’re so good.”
Tentatively, he drags his hand up my length, and I bite at my lip to keep myself from thrusting against it. “Big,” he murmurs, and I breathe out a shaky laugh as he grips my cock.
My perfectly average cock.
“You know how to flatter a guy,” I tease as I grip his chin and bring his lips back to mine. He kisses me until he whimpers, and then his mouth opens and his tongue dips in for more. His hands keep exploring my body, rubbing my cock with his palm while the other travels across my lower back.
Gods, I’m so hard it hurts, just from this faint contact, but then he releases me and hooks his fingers on my waistband. His knuckles brush my naked skin, and it chisels away another chunk of my self-control. “We should go inside,” I breathe, but his hand dips lower. It slips into my shorts, and when his hot, bare palm finds my cock, I moan far too loudly. We’re outside, but he doesn’t seem to mind as his lips and tongue grow more insistent.
I force my mouth to separate from his and kiss a path to his ear. “I want to worship you,” I whisper, before pulling his earlobe between my teeth and scraping as I suck.
“Yes,” he whimpers, and he’s clumsy as he wraps his hand around my shaft. Long fingers circle my cock, andhe doesn’t even move them before I have to clench my muscles. If I’m not careful, I’m going to come right here.
“Inside.” I force myself to separate from his body. He’s hard, too. The front of his shorts is tented by his cock underneath, and by the way he presses his thighs together, he’s dripping wet. The thought makes me half mindless as I take his hand and practically drag him into the cottage. We stumble to the bedroom, stopping to kiss on every surface until we finally crash through the door.
“I want to see you, sirrha. Can I look at you?” His eyes are so vulnerable as they land on mine, and I pause our frenzy to brush his hair from his face. “You are absolutely perfect to me, and I hope you never forget that. But if you aren’t comfortable—”
“I want,” he whispers, and pushes his shorts to the ground. Even though his shirt covers everything, I know it’s an act that takes all of his bravery.
My fingers wrap around the hem of his shirt, my knuckles grazing the bare skin of his ass. “May I?” My voice is rough, and he nods before I pull it over his head. He helps me out of my shirt, then tugs at my shorts until they hit the ground, and I’m left standing in my underwear when I lose my patience. I steer him backward until his legs hit the edge of the bed.
I don’t throw him down or let him fall. Nyx has had enough rough touches for a lifetime. My arms wrap around his back as I gently guide him to the mattress, and his eyes never leave mine. He props himself on his elbows as I back up, letting my gaze rake over his body.
Mossy green skin appears almost shimmering in the dim light. His limbs are long and willowy, and his stomachis flat and soft. Everything about him is soft. There’s no hair on his body, and his cock pushes up from his hips. Another pulse of need hits me as I fight the urge to dive straight in and taste him.
I climb over his prone body, canopying him with mine until our lips meet again. This kiss is softer than before, and my fingers weave through his hair. I guide his head to the bed until he lies flat beneath me. “Tell me if you want to stop,” I whisper against his lips, but his mouth finds my ear, and his words make me shiver.
