Page 96 of Nyx
“Reyes,” I whimper, giving myself a single slicked pump, then another.
“Fuck,” he moans, holding me in place as he takes me with uneven, frantic thrusts. “Fuck, fuck, I’m… I can’t…” He drives into me so hard it nearly causes me to lose my balance, and he’s cursing and twitching and saying my name like a prayer. He bottoms out with a long, low moan, and his cock jerks inside me as his warmth fills me up.
Another single stroke and I join him, pulsing and trembling as those crippling waves overtake my entirebody. More of my cum pours over my fingers and onto the sheets beneath me as the wet rush of my release joins his. It leaks from where we’re connected, dripping from my slit down both our skin. Blinding, blissful currents surge through my body and make my ears ring. He moves inside me, thrusting and calling out and heightening both our pleasure.
My cheek falls against the mattress, his hands holding my hips in place as he thrusts until he’s drained. Panting, exhausted breaths push from both of us, and he rubs his hand across my lower back.
“You’ve gained weight,” he pants, and I glance over my shoulder in question. He pushes out a breathy laugh as he squeezes my waist. “There’s the cutest little roll here. I just want to bite it.”
I grin against the sheets as he leans forward and does exactly that, scraping his teeth over my skin. He pulls out, and I cringe at the mess of fluids that slip from my body, but Reyes seems to like it. He drags his fingertips through our release almost reverently, caressing my sensitive skin before dropping onto the bed behind me. His chest meets my back, and he holds me there.
I’ve never felt more treasured.
“I love you,” I whisper, and he hugs me tighter, his fingers tracing mindless patterns across my stomach.
“I love you, too. That was… rougher than I’ve been with you. Was that okay?”
“Yes,” I reply, and he takes my simple answer for the truth. I love that about him. He doesn’t second-guess my decisions and allows me the voice I’ve been denied for a lifetime.
“Bath?” he murmurs, but it’s so warm and my body is so relaxed that I grab his arms and hold him there.
“Five more minutes?” I ask, and he nods as my eyes blink closed.
Reyes
Fiveminutesturnintotwo hours, and it’s nearing afternoon by the time we roll out of bed. I don’t think I could ever tire of seeing Nyx in this sleepy way. Hair mussed and braid lopsided, heavy-lidded eyes, and a stripe across his cheek from the pillow that only comes from an amazing nap. I slip my shorts on, and he pulls one of his oversized t-shirts over his head. After arming ourselves with soap, towels, and a change of clothes, we go clean ourselves in the stream.
The others rarely bathe here anymore because the well is dependable, even if the pressure isn’t always the best. It’s easier to shower indoors, but the water is cool and clear. Nyx and I both love to be out here among the plants and trees. It’s worth the extra time and effort when the weather permits. We go for a quick swim that turns into a make-out session against the rocks, but soon Nyx’s stomach growls and reminds me we missed breakfast. Heshrieks with laughter as I scoop him into my arms and carry him to shore, where we dry off and change.
Smoke wafts through the trees, and we toss our dirty clothes inside his cottage before heading to the common area. August stirs a large pot over the fire, and the sight causes me to hesitate. His meals are not… the best. It’s not that they’re inedible, they just aren’t… good. Not good at all. Either a little mushy and kind of bland, or undercooked and over-seasoned. When it’s his or Elas’s turn to cook, I usually make myself too busy to partake and find my own meals. But August glances up and spots us, and when he flashes that sunshiny smile, I know we’re stuck.
“Hey, you two!” He gives the pot another stir as we walk closer. “Ronan was about to come looking for you guys. He said there’s something important we need to discuss, so I’m filling in to make lunch.” On cue, the purple menace walks out his door and meets my gaze, and understanding dawns on me.
“Oh?” I ask as Ronan narrows his eyes. “Ronan needed to talk to the group about something important and asked youspecificallyto cook in his place?”
“Yep!” August chirps cheerfully, grabbing a spoon to sample his concoction. His brows pinch, and he looks contemplative as I groan inwardly.
Nyx is adorably confused as I walk over to Ronan. “You did that on purpose,” I hiss, and he has the audacity to feign ignorance.
“Did what?”
“Oh, cut the innocent act. You want everyone to be in a bad mood so they take your side when we have this discussion.”
He smirks, the tip of his fang flashing on one side. “That seems awfully rude, Reyes. Why would August’s cooking put them in a bad mood?”
“Hey, guys, do you want something sweet or savory?” August calls over.
“For, uh, what?” I ask, and Ronan snickers.
August stares back down at the pot. “Oatmeal?”
“Oh, fucking gods, seven hellsshit,” Cameron mutters as he walks out and joins us. “Why is August cooking? Didn’t we agree not to let him cook anymore?”
“Ask your mate,” I deadpan, and Cameron pushes out a long, exasperated sigh.
“You’re trying to put everyone in a bad mood, aren’t you?”
“See?!” The triumphant shout causes everyone nearby to stare at me, while Ronan seems very pleased with himself.
