Page 113 of Feast of Sparks (Thornchapel 2)
“I came in you without a condom,” Auden says softly. A little bleakly.
“You came in everyone without a condom.”
“Not Delphine or Rebecca,” he says. “I know you won’t be worried about diseases since all six of us talked about it before Imbolc, but I still should have asked, Poe. I’ve been sitting here all night wishing I’d asked everyone. I just took and took.”
“Maybe you should have asked,” I say, because fine, sure, that’s what I’d demand from anyone with a penis in the world outside Thornchapel. “But I would have said yes, Auden.” Then I blush a little—well, okay, a lot—and he looks over at me.
“That blush,” he says, his voice sounding like the low velvet of the god’s just now. “Tell me why it’s there.”
“I liked it,” I mumble, looking away. “I liked feeling your cum inside me.”
“Christ,” Auden mutters. “I can’t believe I can still get hard after the night we had, but you’re doing it.”
“It felt so good. Knowing you were feeling me bare and raw and then having you drip out of me after. Having Saint and Becket fuck me and feel that you were there first.”
Auden groans. “This kind of talk could kill a man.” But despite his words, he guides my hand to his linen-covered erection. “It needs,” he says, watching my face. “But gentle with it.”
I tug down his waistband and then continue stroking his bare flesh, gently like he asked.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, looking up at his tight jaw in profile.
“Yes,” he says. “But fuck, it feels so good. Don’t stop.”
When he comes, it’s only a few small pearls of seed at the tip, and he sucks in several sharp breaths as his stomach and thighs seize tight to throb his orgasm out into the air. And then he sucks in another breath as I bend down to lick him clean after the throbs slow and finally stop.
“Better?” I ask.
“Much,” he says. A crooked smile. “Although with you and Saint, I think my body will have to get used to being in demand.”
“I like the sound of that,” I say, and then I warn, “I can’t do any more this morning. I feel like I worked a double-shift at a dock brothel.”
He chuckles and hauls me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me and sliding a hand underneath my sheet. He cups a hand between my legs—not to play with me, but just to feel my heat and reassure himself that it’s his. “Will it be okay that I didn’t use a condom?” he asks. “Are you on birth control?”
I lean my head against his shoulder and just enjoy having his arms around me, his hand cupped possessively and affectionately between my legs. “I’m not. I’m sorry.”
Although, strangely, I’m not that sorry. I don’t think I’m sorry at all. I enjoyed it too much, and the idea of having a baby, of feeling Auden’s hands move possessively over my swollen belly . . . it makes my pulse speed up.
“Don’t be sorry, Poe,” says Auden. “I’m the one who did it.”
“And Saint and Becket,” I remind him—and myself. That makes a baby fantasy a little more complicated, doesn’t it?
I feel him laughing against my back. “God, we’re a mess, aren’t we?”
Amen. But a sexy mess at least.
“I’ll get the morning-after pill,” I tell him, knowing it’s the responsible thing to do. “And then I’ll find a clinic and get on the pill for real. I like the idea of no condoms.”
“It’s your decision,” he tells me, his voice turning serious. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into taking birth control. And I’ll drive with you today to get the emergency contraception.”
“Thank you,” I say. And I mean it, although I am getting dozy again. He just feels too good holding me like this, so strong and warm and big. I turn so I can nuzzle against his chest and close my eyes.
“Poe,” I hear him say. “Do you think the priest and the priestess would forgive their wild god anything?”
“In the real world, no,” I say without opening my eyes. “But in Thornchapel world, who knows? I think I’d let you do anything.”
“And Saint?” Auden asks in a quiet voice. I can feel his heart beating anxious and fast under my ear. “You think he’d forgive me anything?”
“He already has,” I say, and that must content Auden some, because he lets me fall asleep in his arms and he says no more.
