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“Whenever I started slipping, I would tell myself it was just about satisfying that need. It was just about fucking. Pure recreation.”
“It was what we’d agreed to,” I reassured him. “I couldn’t get enough of your body. That’s what we both wanted.”
“But it changed.”
“Yes, it did,” I said. “It became harder and harder to ignore how I felt about you. Was it the same for you?”
“My old retreat was not so useful anymore,” he said with a smile. “But that kind of sex is all I’ve ever really known.”
“Just fucking,” I repeated.
Istil nodded. “And that isn’t what I want anymore.”
I brushed his hair from his forehead and gently touched his warm and flushed cheek. The sweet scent of his arousal was potent in the air.
“So you’re saying you don’t want me to fuck you right now?” I said.
He looked surprised. Offended, even. He grabbed the collar of my robe and rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him.
“No, that’s not what I meant,” he murmured as drew my face in close.
“Ah,” I replied. “I understand.”
I left a gentle kiss on his temple, then the bridge of his nose, and finally on his lips. He slung his arms around my neck and held me as he returned the kiss with slow, tender affection. We were slowly taking each other in. It was like Istil and I were experiencing each other for the first time.
His tongue teased across my lower lip and I met it with a playful flick, and then he drew my tongue into his mouth and sucked its length to the tip. I rose to my knees and Istil straddled my lap, the warm swell of his belly against mine. He pushed my robe down my shoulders and kissed the side of my neck, then my collarbone, and down to my chest. I watched as he brought his lips to each of my scars, taking his time to address them with soft kisses.
I loosened the sash that held Istil’s robe closed and let it fall from his waist onto the bed, then parted the fabric, undressing him as he continued with my body, moving down to my thighs. My cock stood tall and hard next to his face, and he pressed his cheek against the shaft and drew his lips along the base. Then he cupped it in his palm and nuzzled it with his cheek, breathing deeply as he pressed his face into my pubic hair. He moved down to my balls and gave them careful attention with his tongue before licking up my length to the tip of my head.
A groan escaped my mouth. I couldn’t think straight; my head was a wild hurricane, just like it’d been that first night together in the hall of ancestors. I had tunnel vision. All I could see was him and those emerald eyes looking up at me in the lamplight, setting my heart racing. And when he swallowed my cock, I felt like I was floating in a sea of endless pleasure, surrounded by the warmth of his touch.
Then I put Istil onto his back and moved up to kiss him again as I slid two fingers inside his hole. He took my face and kissed me, moaning as I touched him in all the ways he liked best.
“Make love to me,” he said as he held his legs back and grasped at my cock.
I held him as I entered him. I tasted his lips and watched the flickering changes of expression cross his face as I rocked my hips slowly, enamored by every gasp and every wrinkle of his forehead, and the way he gripped me with his eyes. The only thing between us was our baby. No defenses or discord, no walls. Istil accepted all of me, took me deep inside of him, straight to his soul. We were diving together far past the physical borders that’d held us back before. It was the most intimate and sensuous experience I’d ever had. This wasn’t about satisfying our cravings or needs; this was a true connection, afatedconnection.
Like the immutable course of an ocean current, we were all flowing along a path that carried us to our destinies. My ultimate destiny was never about the things my father had seen. Succeeding him as the clan healer, the idea of becoming chief or leader of the Blue Fins, the scars, the fears, the way I lived my life—they were all a perfect storm of elements, each piece indispensable, that brought my current to Istil’s.
Our baby was the final piece, the beautiful force that took both of our hands and joined us together.
* * *
We’d held a small mating ceremony the night before Thran and the others’ departure to Silver Mountain, private, with just the members of the main house present. Thran had honored us by helping to officiate the Othos side of the ceremony, while Makoa did the same for the T’Wanu side, and at the end of it he presented us both with a gift—the wakka he’d been working on for me, completed with a carving on the board’s heart featuring a swimming dolphin and a great tree, spiraling together in an intricate whirlpool-like pattern that created the illusion they were one being. It was masterful work, the best I’d ever seen him produce. It perfectly represented us.
“Don’t worry about the Elders,” Thran said to Istil as the others prepared to open the mahinui. “I’ll take care of everything. We’ll all be awaiting your return.” He turned to me. “And we’ll be looking forward to showing you the mountain.”
Kai strolled over and rested his arm on my shoulder. “It’s quite a place,” he said. “I think you’d like it, Ari. You could get away from all the annoying cousins and get some peace and quiet for once.”
Rainor boomed with laughter. “Peace and quiet? Oh, buddy. Ari better enjoy the peace and quiet he has now. It’snotgonna last once that baby makes its grand entrance. Trust me, I would know.”
Delos, Haru, Thran, and Baleon all nodded in silent commiseration.
“But it’s all worth it,” Delos said. “Every sleepless night.”
“I wish I could stay here longer,” said Rainor. “I wouldn’t mind getting a few more full nights of sleep. But I think our mates would probably kill us.”
“They’re up next for an island vacation,” Delos agreed.
