The Seer Rowan McAllister (top inspirational books .TXT) 📖

him with gentle kisses, Ravi couldn’t help a wince of embarrassment.

“Sorry,” he murmured with a grimace.

Daks’s eyebrows drew together. “For what?”

Ravi squirmed. “You know, not, uh, lasting longer than that.”

Daks grinned. “Beautiful, we have all night. That was just the first round.”

Shyly, Ravi wrapped his arms around Daks’s shoulders and held his gaze. “I didn’t take care of you.”

“I can be patient.”

“Since when?” Ravi snorted.

Daks merely cocked an eyebrow and grinned. Ravi studied his face before running the tips of his fingers along the pink scars on his jaw. “You’re different than I imagined you’d be,” he said absently.

Daks’s grin widened. “You fantasized about me?”

Of course Daks would only hear that part. Scowling, Ravi huffed and tried halfheartedly to push him off, but the man’s solid bulk didn’t budge. “I was going to say, I just didn’t expect you to be so… so tender, I guess.” Then he cringed at how stupid and lovesick that sounded.

He pushed at Daks’s chest, harder this time, wanting to hide his embarrassment, but Daks cupped his jaw and kissed him until Ravi melted again.

When he finally drew back, Daks said, “As Shura will gladly tell you often—and in any language you choose—I can be a bastard. I know it. But not when it counts. Not with people I care about.”

Ravi bit his lower lip as his stupid heart fluttered, but he was absolutely not going to ask for any more reassurances than that. Instead, he whispered, “Daks, I want you to fuck me.”

Daks’s gaze darkened as he stared into Ravi’s eyes. His tongue snaked out and wet his lips before he asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Despite his nervousness, his cock started filling again at the thought of being so wrapped up and filled that he could feel Daks everywhere at once. He’d done without for so long, he ached to be overwhelmed with sensation and had no interest in being patient.

Daks cleared his throat. “Just to be clear, you’ve never done this before, have you?” Before Ravi could even think of frowning, Daks added, “I need to know so I don’t hurt you or expect you to know something you don’t.”

Ravi flushed but shook his head. “I haven’t.”

“You don’t have to, you know. If you’d rather wait, or try something else, I’m quite flexible—”

“I want to. I want to feel you in me, on me, around me, everywhere.”

To Ravi’s immense relief, Daks groaned and smiled that sexy smile of his as he pumped his hips, letting Ravi feel how those words had affected him. Which was good, because Ravi wasn’t sure he could have managed more convincing than that without dying of embarrassment. His proper Rassan reserve had suffered enough for one day.

After a brief peck on the lips, Daks climbed off him, leaving Ravi feeling surprisingly—and appallingly—bereft. Gods, he hoped that was only a temporary reaction to the sex and all the attention he’d received, because he didn’t like feeling this needy and vulnerable.

Luckily, Daks returned to the bed quickly, before Ravi had to explore that thought any further. Daks carried a small corked pot in his big hands, his cock proudly leading the way. The man really was thick all over, and Ravi’s stomach fluttered.

When Daks uncorked the pot, Ravi caught a nutty, sweet aroma he couldn’t quite place, but he stopped even trying when Daks dipped two thick fingers in and drew them out. They glistened in the light from the single window, and Ravi’s breath stuttered as his nerves jangled, despite the throb that pulsed through his cock. Back in Arcadia, he’d heard horror stories from some of the others… but he’d heard good stories too, and he trusted Daks. He didn’t quite understand why, but he did.

He relaxed back against the pillows and spread his legs in invitation. Daks drew in a sharp breath as he lowered himself to kneel between Ravi’s thighs and gazed down at him with heated eyes. He bent and kissed Ravi sweetly as he lifted one of Ravi’s thighs over his hip and gripped and kneaded his ass. Ravi wrapped his arms around Daks’s barrel chest, pulling him closer as the heat built between them again. But when Daks teased a single blunt finger against his opening, Ravi unconsciously tensed and had to force himself to relax.

“We don’t have to do this, you know,” Daks murmured as he placed tender kisses along Ravi’s jaw and down his neck. “There are plenty of things we haven’t done yet. You could fuck me instead, for instance.”

The finger massaging his hole stilled, but just the feel of it there made Ravi’s belly ache, now that he’d had a bit to get used to the sensation. He was so wrapped up in the feel of it, it took a few seconds to process Daks’s words.

When he did, his eyes popped open. “You’d let me?”

Daks’s lips curved in that grin that had somehow become more sexy and adorable than infuriating. “Like I said before, I’m quite flexible,” he murmured playfully, despite the heat in his eyes.

Storing that information for later, Ravi shook his head. “Not this time, but good to know.” Working up some courage to give the man a grin of his own, Ravi said, “I want you to show me how it’s done first.” He paused a beat before adding challengingly, “If you think you can.”

Daks quirked an eyebrow, and his grin widened. “Oh, I can.”

“Then stop talking and get fucking,” Ravi ordered with more boldness than he felt.

Thank the gods, Daks didn’t accept Ravi’s bravado at face value. Instead, he seemed to take hours teasing, caressing, and working him open until Ravi was a trembling, needy, breathless mess. His cock was so hard he could pound fence posts with it, and when Daks grabbed the backs of Ravi’s thighs, bent him nearly in half, and pushed his tongue into Ravi’s hole, Ravi almost lost control and came right then.

“Daks,” he gasped in a strangled whisper, “please.”

He felt Daks grin against his skin, his stubble rubbing against sensitive