Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
I was on my feet before I realized I'd moved. I kicked off my shoes and shoved my jeans and boxers to the floor. Lyric’s eyes widened when they fell on my cock; long, thick, and pointing at the sky.
As eager as we both were, I knew I needed to prepare my mate to take me. I gripped the base of my shaft and stroked upwards until clear liquid bubbled over my fingers. Lyric planted his feet on the mattress and spread his legs in invitation, giving me a full, glorious view of his pink hole.
I touched my slick fingers to his puckered skin and slid one inside. His body gripped and sucked my digit, drawing me deeper into his tight heat. I added a second finger and pumped my hand back and forth until Lyric was gripping the mattress and trembling. Sweat beaded on his brow when he lifted his head to look at me with wild eyes.
“Please, Sloan!”
I pulled my fingers free and spat on the head of my cock before pressing it against his entrance. He took a deep breath as I pushed forward. I watched in awe as his flesh stretched around my girth. I slowly slid inside him until every thick inch was seated within his walls.
I paused to give Lyric a moment to adjust, but he wasn't having it. He wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. He was as desperate as I was. I gave in to what we both needed.
I pulled back until I barely breached him, before sinking into his depths. His body accepted all of me as Lyric cried out his pleasure. I pumped hard and fast, watching as I disappeared into him again and again.
A steady, clear stream leaked from him, rolling down his length. I wrapped my fist around his shaft and stroked feverishly as I pistoned my hips with matching speed.
Lyric’s gaze dashed over my form, taking in the rise and contractions of my muscles as I thrust above him, and the sweat sliding down my skin. He placed his hand on his chest and pinched his nipple as his eyes rolled back and his jaw dropped into a silent scream.
His cock jerked in my hand before spurting thick white lines across his stomach. His hole clenched around my shaft, squeezing me in warm, perfect friction.
Pressure built in my pelvis as my thighs hardened. My sack tightened and rolled. My lover’s name flew from my lips and echoed against the walls. My cock erupted, pumping my warm seed deep inside my mate.
Lyric opened his heavy eyes just in time to see a golden light illuminate within his stomach. He gasped when the light skittered across his body, swirling in the same pattern as the tattoos on my arm. My victories were no longer mine alone; they were ours. We were intertwined in every facet of life.
The light flashed bright with a few beats of our connected hearts before dimming and disappearing.
“Our bond is sealed,” I told him in quiet reverence. “I devote my life to you. Your happiness and wellbeing are my priorities. I will honor you above all others, including myself. I will love you for all of my days. Even if they are endless, it will still not be long enough with you.”
Lyric's eyes shimmered with moisture as he gave me a sweet smile. “I love you too, Sloan. I will always honor you too, and do all I can to make you happy.”
“Being with you brings me more happiness than I ever dreamed possible.”
I leaned down and kissed his lips, feeling his cool, tacky seed between us. I slipped my softening member from his body and cleaned his skin with my t-shirt before lying next to him and taking him in my arms. I tucked the single blanket around him to ensure his warmth and comfort as his jaw stretched into a wide yawn.
“Rest well, sweet Lyric.” He snuggled into my side and soon, his breathing slowed as he drifted off to sleep.
Slumber didn't find me easily. My mind raced with worries about the upcoming fight. The odds were stacked against me, but I couldn't give up. It wasn't only my future in my hands; Lyric and Christos were counting on me as well. My fathers favorite words rang true now more than ever; failure is not an option.
Chapter Seven
Lyric
I surveyed the ring and the surrounding area and was reminded of my first meeting with Sloan, though not everything was the same. This fight wasn't taking place in an arena full of rowdy humans.
This battle was being held in an amphitheater which had been built for this very purpose. The boxing ring sat in the center of an open-air oval of tiered seats.
Those seats weren't taken by excited humans. They were filled with solemn demigods with perfectly sculpted bodies, sitting in the perfect weather after they'd left their perfect houses. Everything seemed perfect here, but no one actually seemed happy.