Page 66 of Noctis

“Because all the boys will want you. Some girls probably as well.”

“I don’t want boys or girls. I just want you.”

“What about when you get bored with me?”

“That won’t happen.”

“It might.” It was supposed to be a joke, but the tone of my voice fell an entire continent short of making it sound like one. To cover my discomfort, I returned to giving him the best blowjob he’d ever had, which should be easy, considering it was presumably his first.

His cock had enough girth to test my gag reflex, but I wasn’t about to let a little thing like that stop me. Every now and again, I lifted my head to check his expression, smug satisfaction filling me whenever his eyes slipped closed.

“I’m going to make you come,” I said, while giving my jaw a rest. “And then you’re going to fuck me and make me come.”

Caligo’s fingers stole into my hair, his touch gentle.

“Harder,” I said. “I’m not made of glass.”

His fingers tightened, the tug at the roots providing a spark of pain sharp enough to melt into pleasure. “Yeah, like that.”

He used his grip to guide me back onto his cock, cautiously at first, until I hollowed my cheeks and took him deep enough to make his hips jerk beneath me. The sudden thrust brought tears to my eyes, but the rough sound that tore from his throat made it worth every second. I swallowed around him, and his shadows surged across the bed, coiling around my wrists, my throat, and waist—not restraining me, merely claiming every part of me they could reach while I worked him toward his first orgasm from another person’s mouth.

“Rowan.” My name emerged as a warning, thick with strain, but I had no intention of slowing. I gripped the base of his cock and matched every stroke of my hand to the movement of my mouth, watching the shadows around us writhe faster as his composure unraveled. His fingers tightened painfully in my hair, holding me in place as his hips lifted. The growl that followed vibrated through the room a split second before he spilled down my throat.

He came an impossible amount, far more than I’d ever experienced before. I released him with a wet pop and sat back on my heels, absurdly pleased with myself as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Not bad for your first time, right?”

Caligo’s eyes opened, and the shadows encircling my wrists tightened just enough to wipe the smug smile from my face. “That was only the first part of what you promised me,” he said, drawing me upward until we were face-to-face. “Now turn around.”

I obeyed, planting my hands on the mattress and presenting my arse to him. Behind me, Caligo’s cock was still slick with cum, with more gathering at the tip despite him just having come. Apparently, shadow creatures didn’t have the same limitations on quantity—or recovery time.

Warm, slippery fingers slid between my cheeks. “Is that your cum?” I asked.

“Yes. We need something to make my entry easier.”

A startled laugh escaped me. “We do.” I cast a quick glance at the lube lying abandoned on the bed. Apparently, we wouldn’t be needing it after all. “I just wasn’t expecting you to manufacture your own lube.”

His slick finger circled my hole, spreading his cum over it before applying pressure. My laughter dissolved into a moan as he pushed inside.

“Relax,” he said.

“I am relaxed.”

“You’re attempting to swallow my finger.”

“That means I like it.”

“Oh.”

His finger withdrew, returning with another coating of cum before he pressed back inside. A second joined the first, stretching me slowly while his free hand settled on my hip. He was being almost absurdly careful.

“You know I’ve done this before, right?”

“I have not. Not as me, anyway.”

Yeah, I didn’t need reminding that he’d had sex with me under false pretenses. I looked over my shoulder. “You won’t break me.”

His fingers curled, finding exactly the right spot and making my arms buckle. I caught myself on my elbows with a curse.

“That pleased you.”