by Lisa Oliver
Dakar put his finger over Sy’s lips. “I think to appreciate the meaning of PDA you’ll need a demonstration. It has nothing to do with money.” Getting up, Dakar motioned to Sy to stand as well. “Okay, let’s move away from the table. Now….” He stopped Sy moving to far toward the door and in a deliberate move invaded his personal space; cupping Sy’s face with one hand. The skin under his fingers was like warm silk and his body trembled with the urge to go a lot further than standard PDA allowed.
“PDA refers to public displays of affection,” he said, his voice dropping an octave thanks to Sy’s proximity. “For example, when we are out on our date tonight, I will want to hold your hand where others might see us. Some people don’t like to do things like that, but I do.”
“I liked holding your arm when we were at the precinct that time.” Sy’s smile was shy.
“Holding my arm is another form of PDA, yes. It shows others that we’re together – a couple. Another thing I might do could be stroking your face while we’re waiting for a course to be served at dinner.” Sy leaned into the brush of his fingers and Dakar swallowed hard before he could speak again. “Some people consider that an intimate act but for me it’s a way of showing my focus is on you, rather than what’s going on around us. That should be important between mates, I think and something I’ve neglected up until now.”
“What else is considered PDA?” Sy’s husky voice, lowered eyelids and the way he was blatantly swaying his hips towards the bulge in Dakar’s pants sent his pulse into overdrive.
“Kissing,” he said quickly. Sliding his hand around the back of Sy’s head, Dakar fisted his mate’s curls and tilted Sy’s head up. “Light kissing is acceptable in some public situations,” he whispered as he bent down.
He honestly meant to take just a quick taste but when Dakar felt Sy’s arms snake around his middle, tugging their bodies closer, his lust exploded. His free hand slid under Sy’s untucked shirt, seeking the warmth of his back. But that wasn’t enough. Their height difference meant he wasn’t getting the full impact of his mate’s lithe form against his and he wanted it. He needed to feel the evidence of Sy’s excitement; to soak up every tremble of his mate’s body against his as he sucked and nibbled on lips more succulent than the ripest cherries.
“There was another question,” Sy whispered when Dakar finally came up for air. His mate’s lips were puffy, and his eyes sparkled. Sy leaned closer. “The question was what do you like in bed?”
“Oh babe,” Dakar groaned as he slid his hands down Sy’s back to cradle his butt. His mind was already providing the images of possible answers. “I’m glad you didn’t ask me that first. I’d have never found out you don’t like asparagus if you’d started with that one.”
“Is it the type of question you can answer during your PDA demonstration?”
“What I like to do in bed requires me showing you things I don’t want us doing in public.” Dakar growled at the very idea someone would ever see his beautiful and sexy mate in the throes of passion. Hell, if he had his way, no one would ever see Sy naked except him. In fact, he was going to insist on it. But his attraction to Sy went a lot further than appreciating the way his sweet body leaned into his. The teasing eyes, the shy smile – Dakar didn’t know what it was about his mate, but his balls ached, his cock was beating a tattoo with his heart and he just wanted. So, he said so. “I want you. That’s the answer, plain and simple. What I like in bed is you. What I love in bed is you. What I want in my bed for the rest of my life is you. Just you. Does that answer your question?”
“Hmm,” Sy’s teeth worried his bottom lip. “I thought the question related to sexual positions and whether or not you want to use toys, gags, or restraints. Did you prefer top or bottom; how do you like oral sex and if you were a fan of piercings. I didn’t want to ask the question because I didn’t know how I would answer it.” Beaming up at him Sy said, “I really like your answer though. Are you ready for some magic? I’ve been inspired by your PDA demonstration; I want to show you what I like in bed if you don’t mind.”
I’d get off on you just standing there biting your bottom lip. Hell, why would you think I’d mind? Dakar barely had time to nod and hold tight before they materialized in Sy’s room.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
After the magic he’d expended, plus tearing through the veil and his subsequent closure of it, Sy expected to feel like death warmed over. Instead, he felt renewed, invigorated, and yes, he was prepared to admit it, damn horny too.
There’s so much of him, Sy thought as Dakar sprawled out on the bed, crossing his arms behind his head. Where the hell would anyone start with a buffet like this? Sy wasn’t the type to jump into things. He was more a savor small amounts type of person. But there wasn’t any small amount of anything on Dakar. Diving in it is then.
Crawling up the bed, Sy decided to start with what he’d learned so far. Kissing was fun. Kissing Dakar sent Sy’s insides fluttering and made his balls tingle. Although, he had a problem with what to do with his hands. Grasping at shoulders and stroking up biceps was one thing, but Dakar’s shirt was in the way. He has to learn to take me as I am, he thought as the shirt disappeared.
Sy swallowed the sudden excess of drool threatening to escape his lips. He’d forgotten how much there was of Dakar – everywhere. Unable to face the teasing glint he was sure Dakar was sporting, Sy buried his face in the dip between two well-formed pecs instead. The smell of a shifter’s skin wasn’t something a necromancer usually noticed; becoming used to the smell of death from an early age tended to diminish the ability to pick up anything except the sharpest of scents. Yet, Sy nuzzled instinctively, his tongue moving past his lips in an effort to catch more.
His fingers caught the tip of Dakar’s nipple and the bigger man moaned. Wow. Unsure of the response he’d get, Sy cautiously licked the hardened nub and then gave into his urge to nibble it. He jolted as a hard hand grabbed the back of his head; making it impossible for him to do anything but lick, nibble and suck on the skin beneath his lips.
Eyes closed, Sy analyzed his new persona. This is fun, he realized. Dakar’s writhing and moaning and it’s all because of me. Sy watched the porn Brock found for him years before. It was churlish not to when his butler was trying to encourage him to have a life. But as he swung his head over to Dakar’s other nipple, Sy remembered how he thought the porn responses couldn’t be real. No one moaned or groaned or threw their bodies about the way he’d seen in the movies he’d watched.
And yet Dakar was doing exactly that. What was more, Sy could feel Dakar’s hips jerking beneath him as he rubbed his cloth covered bulge against anything he could touch. Pushing aside the butterflies in his stomach, Sy ducked out from Dakar’s hands and licked his way down his mate’s torso. Who knew eau de abs could taste and smell so good? Licking along the deep indents that outlined every muscle, Sy gave into another urge and sucked up a lurid red mark. Pulling back slightly he couldn’t get over his cocky sense of pride at seeing what he’d done. Another ab, another mark. Dakar has eight of them.
Bending to his task, Sy was thwarted by Dakar’s hands guiding his head towards the cloth covered lump in his pants. Sy knew what a blow job looked like – something that would involve him undoing those pants. But giving into the urge to tease, he curved his lips where the bulge was most pronounced and blew.
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Damn it, when did my necromancer become such a tease? Dakar knew his mate had no experience. It was why he was prepared to lay there and let Sy do a spot of exploring. But he was a simple guy when it came to sex. He wasn’t into body worshipping; he’d never spent a long lazy afternoon sensually entangling his limbs with another while they stroked and teased each other to a completion that could take hours to achieve. His cock was cramped in his pants; his balls were threatening to blow. Dakar’s entire body was primed for an orgasm and his mate hadn’t even lowered his zipper.
Thrusting up with his hips, Dakar was torn between being fair and be
ing pushy. He always took control in his previous sexual encounters; his wolf wouldn’t allow anything else. Yet, his wolf was surprisingly, dare he even think it? Submissive. The release of his pants button and the sound of his zipper had him groaning in relief. But once Sy had freed his cock from the material, he stopped. Yes, there were soft hands loosely clasped around the base of his dick, but where were the firm twists, teasing tongue and sucking mouth movements?
Arching his neck, Dakar saw Sy sitting between his legs, looking down at his cock. Not doing anything. Just looking. As if conscious of his gaze, Sy looked up at him and then almost immediately looked back down at the cock in his hand. “I want to top you.”
Question? Statement of intent? From Sy’s tone it was hard to tell. “Are you asking me or telling me?” Blunt worked best as far as Dakar was concerned. Especially, when he was horny.
“Telling, asking.” Sy chased a pre-come drip with the tip of his finger and Dakar felt a shiver through his balls. “I’m not sure what to do. You said something about how you preferred prep when you penetrated me, but I don’t want to hurt you through lack of experience.”
“Babe, I’m a wolf shifter. It’d take an awful lot to hurt me.” Dakar wasn’t about to mention it was his first time on the receiving end. His mate was nervous enough as it is. Besides, a pinch of pain might let him last longer than five minutes because even though Sy’s hands were loose around his cock, it was still enough to cause him to blow with a hint of imagination.
“Why don’t you use your magic on me?” He suggested. “I can always show you the prep side of things next time.” Or the next or the next because Dakar’s insides were screaming for an orgasm and he figured it might take two or three rounds before he could do the gentlemanly thing and take his freaking time.
But Sy frowned. “No. You mentioned the importance of prep and I don’t want to disappoint you.” He tapped Dakar’s thigh. “Can you roll over?”
“Let’s get these pants off first, shall we?” Dakar sat up, pushing his pants down his thighs. Roll over, rub off on the sheets. At this point Dakar was beyond caring. Grabbing a pillow, he shoved it under his hips as he rolled over. Friction. Glorious friction. He humped the pillow a couple of times and then stilled as Sy’s hand landed on his ass.
I can do this. Couple of deep breaths. Relax. Let my mate get off and then I’ll fuck him into the mattress. Oh yeah. Pleased with his plan Dakar didn’t flinch when Sy’s finger rubbed around his outer sphincter. There was a sensation of warm stickiness and Dakar figured his mate had magicked the lube. He wished he could see his mate’s face, but he could imagine it. Sy would be wearing a studious frown; his mate was so serious especially when focused.
Picturing the tip of Sy’s tongue peeking from his lips, the steely focus of those stunning gray eyes, Dakar moaned as a slender finger pierced his rim. He knew to huff out as the finger slid forward and encountered his inner muscles. There wasn’t any discomfort, but as the finger slid in further, Dakar became aware of a growing warmth that stemmed from his rectum and seemed to be spreading along every sexual nerve he had. His balls throbbed, his cock pulsed; even his nipples were tingling as they did when Sy was sucking them.
“What?” Dakar swallowed and tried again. “What’s that?”
“I know a bit about lubrication. This is my own creation,” Sy’s voice sounded huskier than usual and Dakar spared a passing thought to how things looked from his mate’s end. It was his ass in the air, and his legs spread wide. Dakar groaned at the mental image. He loved the muscular firmness of a male ass. He’d just never thought of his own that way.
The pressure of a second finger eased past his muscles and the warmth traveling through his body increased. It was radiating from his insides and Dakar rubbed his chest on the linen of the covers. He’d never felt so wanton; hell, he was sure the word had never applied to him before but the linen on his nipples set his nerves on fire and he spread his legs wider and tried to muffle his moans in the coverlet.
He pushed back as Sy inserted a third finger. His ass was aching to be filled; another first for him. For all he knew, all men getting fucked felt like that, although the sensible part of his brain which was quickly being drowned out in a river of pure sensation knew that wasn’t the case. Thinking. Ha. His mind was fractured, and Dakar didn’t realize he was humping the pillow under his hips until he felt Sy splay a hand on his lower back.
“I have to.” Three simple words but as Dakar felt the push from the blunted head of Sy’s cock nudge past his loosened muscles, he was fully on board with the sentiment. Next time I want to see his face, Dakar promised himself as Sy groaned and pushed forward. Dakar was surprised he couldn’t feel any discomfort and he put it down to Sy’s super slick. His mate’s cock must have been coated in it because the heat bubbling along Dakar’s veins increased. Raising himself on his elbows, mourning the loss of sensation on his nipples, Dakar rocked his body back; his hole finally full.
They had an unspoken accord; Dakar and his mate. Slapping skin increased in speed and rhythm. Dakar gave up trying to hide the feelings Sy was punching from his body with a well-aimed dick. Forget a prostate massage, Dakar’s entire channel quivered and flexed under his mate’s thrusts. His whole body could feel it. Teeth clenched, the muscles in his arms, down his back and even his toes tensed with the need to come. But…but… “Fuck!”
A ghostly hand wrapped around his dick and that was it for Dakar. He didn’t have time to wonder where the hand came from; Sy’s hands were leaving bruises on his hips. But he didn’t care what magic, spirit or anything else was responsible for that tiny hint of extra pressure he needed to hit his orgasm. He was too busy purging his four-day’s worth of frustration, worry, and lust out his cock while his body throbbed and hummed, pushing his orgasm higher.
“I never knew.” Sy rested over his back and Dakar became aware of the extra stickiness rolling down the inside of his thigh. Unwilling to dislodge his necromancer, Dakar carefully relaxed his arms out, so his body rested on the bed. Sy’s curls tickled his back between his shoulders. He closed his eyes as the curls were followed by soft kisses. “I will love you so hard,” Sy whispered as Dakar fell into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Dining out, or as Dakar had put it, their first official public date, was proving to be an interesting affair. After dithering over his wardrobe for far longer than anyone should, Sy accepted Dakar’s opinion and teamed dark gray suit pants and jacket with a soft gray Henley and black ankle boots. It was far removed from his Necromancer garb, yet a surprising number of people recognized him in town and within the restaurant; coming over, shaking his hand and thanking him for whatever service he’d performed for them in the past. Considering he’d only ever thought he was just doing his duty, the thanks were surprising and a little humbling.
Dakar behaved just as Sy always imagined a shifter would around someone important to them. Bristling with protectiveness every time anyone approached, yet almost gloating as different people expressed their thanks; his pride was almost tangible. Sy didn’t know enough about interactions in a social setting to know if Dakar should be introduced or even if he wanted to be. But Dakar didn’t take offense at his silence on that score. It crossed Sy’s mind that some might think he’d finally replaced Brock as his companion but the hand on his lower back, the way Dakar leaned in to whisper in his ear and the smiles were so far removed from the way Brock behaved around him, Sy couldn’t think how anyone would doubt that Dakar treated him like someone special. In an alternative universe, Sy would be yelling, “yes, he’s my mate,” at the top of his lungs, but that just wasn’t who he was.
But now they were seated at a delightful restaurant Sy hadn’t heard about but instinctively knew from the ambiance he’d enjoy his evening. Their booth was private enough to talk without being overheard by other diners which was probably why Dakar thought to bring up the origin of what he’d called Sy’s Super Slick not long after they’d sent the waiter away with
their orders.
“I own the company that makes it. I created that particular brand as a private stock and it is only available to select clients.” Sy was glad of the dim lighting. His cheeks were scorching. “A single use sachet of that stuff would be worth fifty dollars if you knew where you could buy it from.”
“You own a lube company? But you…you….”
Sy’s lips curled up at the corners. “I might not have gotten along with my father, but I did listen to his business advice. One of the first things he told me about investing in a company is to make sure the products made are something a person can’t do without and need to use regularly. Regardless of the state of the economy, ruling powers or what goes on in a person’s life, there are some items they won’t go without. I happened to think that lube was one of those things.”
Surprisingly, Dakar nodded. “That’s good advice. Lube is a consumable product likely to be used by repeat customers, so I can see the thinking behind it. But I’ve bought all kinds of lube brands before and nothing has ever made me feel like yours. You created a full body experience. What made you think of creating it?”
“Father’s second rule of business.” Sy’s smile widened. “If you’re selling a product then you need a unique selling point. I studied the target audience for lube buyers for months; analyzing their various requirements.” Sy chuckled. “To be honest, my research told me that most of the differentials in the market were already covered. One-serve sachets were a clever way of increasing the profit per unit. New formulas were created to be more usable in water; flavors were added for the oral market. I decided to create an upmarket range and based on spells I found in ancient texts, I was able to infuse the lube with various ingredients to enhance a person’s pleasure.”