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Now the anger was cooling, he expected the old loss to be as fresh and raw as it had once been…but it wasn’t. The loss ached, but more like a bruise than the twisting pain that he’donce thought would kill him. It took a couple of heartbeats for him to realize why…Dawson was the balm. The second chance he never expected. For the first time in years, there was a tremor of excitement about returning to the cave.
CHAPTER 30
“Are you sure you want this?” Dawson asked as he lay on his side facing Ul. He was worried about rushing things, as so much had happened over the last three days. He’d almost died. Ul’s cousin had been revealed as his attacker, and worse, Ul had confided that he suspected his cousin was the reason no eggs had ever survived to hatching, which was ghastly. The cousin had then died from the same poison he’d given Dawson.
Which everyone seemed to agree was a just punishment given that he had been found in the royal egg cave. Since everyone knew Dawson was compatible with Ul, people were already expecting an announcement of some kind, and they assumed the cousin was up to no good. After all, why did he need to be there? It wasn’t as though he was of an age to still lay eggs.
“Yes.” Ul ran his fingers through Dawson’s hair and kissed him.
This was not the first night Dawson had spent in the king’s rooms, though it was the first night he was well enough to do anything. It had taken two days for him to get feeling back in his leg, and the wound where they’d cut him to get the spine out was starting to itch. He was sure management had freaked out at theidea of Dawson and Ul dating, but he hadn’t been able to keep that a secret, given everything that was going on. Mr. Healy had ordered him to return to the platform, but Dawson had refused.
He wanted to give this a chance.
It seemed as though everyone in the place was assuming that they were waiting to see if there would be eggs and if one would successfully hatch before they announced their marriage. Dawson was sure that everyone in the kingdom was anxiously waiting for news of him successfully fucking the king, which was weird.
Never had so many people been so interested in his sex life. Ul was used to that kind of pressure.
“What if I do it wrong?” Dawson whispered.
What if he did it right and something happened, and Ul needed to lay eggs? He didn’t want Ul to go through the pain of watching the eggs wither and die one by one, without one growing. The whole process was something he was still getting his head around because it was so different from what he was used to. To the krakke, that was normal. The one that survived needed the nutrients from the siblings who would never thrive. There had been a whole other library book on theories about that, as well as the need for humans. He’d also discovered that it was forbidden to mate with a human woman, as it would kill her. It had been described in detail and was the kind of fodder horror movies were made of.
“I don’t think that’s possible.” A tentacle crept over his back, leaving a trail of tiny kisses. Ul’s dick caressed Dawson’s, rubbing against the shaft and tracing over the head. It was fascinating to watch—which he had done last night as he’d lain in Ul’s arms, both of them celebrating the fact that he was alive. “Are you uncomfortable with the idea of?—”
“No…I’m worried about hurting you.”
Ul brought Dawson’s hand down to the slit where his cock protruded. “I have wondered what it would feel like with you.”
“I didn’t mean physically.” Ul knew what he was doing in bed, and how it was supposed to work.
“I am alright with any result. Obviously, I would like a hatching.”
“It won’t look anything like me, and no one will believe it’s mine.”
Ul laughed. “I don’t think that’s true. He may have your lips or nose.” Ul kissed him. “Your smile.”
Dawson slid one finger into him. His channel was tight and slick, and the idea of pressing into him and fucking him was becoming more tempting with every heartbeat—and not just because Ul’s cock was rubbing against his. “Does it feel good?”
“No, I won’t come from you depositing your seed.”
“Can you not describe it like that?”
Ul smiled. “How would you like me to describe it?”
“I don’t know, but it’s kind of awkward that I was trying to feel you up, and it does nothing for you.” He slid his finger out.
“I thought you were curious about what was in there.” Ul rolled onto his back, pulling Dawson on top of him with his tentacles so they lay chest to chest. “Like this is better.”
The tip of Ul’s cock snuck beneath Dawson’s balls and teased his hole.
“Oh.” Now he got it, except his cock was trapped between them. “My dick doesn’t move like yours.” He propped himself up on one elbow and reached between, only to find another tentacle already making the adjustment, and angling the head of his toward Ul’s slit.
He eased slowly in, not wanting to go too fast, but the slit stretched around him. Ul pulled him down and kissed him, his tongue flicking against Dawson’s lip as Ul’s cock pressed into his ass. Dawson grunted, and Ul sank a little deeper, not sure he wasready even though they had been talking and teasing for what felt like hours.
“All the way,” Ul whispered against his lips.
Tentacles gripped his hips, and his cock slid the rest of the way in. For several heartbeats, neither of them moved, and then Ul began fucking him, his cock undulating in his ass in a way that hit every nerve ending. Dawson rocked his hips, unable to stop himself.
Ul’s fingers were in his hair, and his tentacles felt like they were everywhere. Tension built in his balls. He groaned into Ul’s mouth as he came, spilling inside him. Ul’s cock pulsed a few more times before sliding out and leaving a trail of cum over his inner thigh.
