Ceridor (Danubian #4)

27. Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Ceridor

The dancing continued, but I withdrew and found a street stall that let me sit down. Drinking the area's famous honeyed tea, I allowed myself to come down from my adrenaline and drop out of it. Getting swept away with a crowd was a very real thing, that enthusiasm infectious. One of the many benefits to becoming a mage was developing the mental faculties capable of slipping out of that group mind and going your own way at will.

I drank the cup of tea, ordered another, pissed out back behind the stall, then ordered a third, getting assurances from the business lady that I was drinking the herbal evening version and nothing with caffeine. Tired from the road and the deep realizations, I let my lover enjoy the festivities and just relaxed and waited for him. It would also challenge him to find me, something he'd need to hone his skills for if he wanted to travel as my bodyguard on my more dangerous trips.

I propped my chin in the palm of my hand, elbow on the board that served as the front counter of the little street stall. Focusing on my etheric and astral perception, I set my mind to noticing if anyone got too close but otherwise allowed my body to rest. Eventually applause rang out through the square, hearty cheers as the dragon danced its way back from whence it had come.

The crowd began to disperse to the taverns and drinking halls, parents carrying their kids off for bedtime. Eyes closed, I sensed when Johann distinguished himself from the crowd, a dim flame that got brighter as he approached. The signature of his life force felt nearly the same as mine, with our bodies sharing each other so frequently and deeply. He went down one street, then came back to the square and tried another. He was wise enough to not call my name out willy-nilly, but he clearly couldn't sense me the way I could him. It was a skill he could develop, yet another side of our magical tradition.

He pinged me like the striking of a bell, his recognition of me ringing out like a coin flicked off a bowl. I couldn't help it—I grinned and opened my eyes. But my smile fell when Johann came up to me absolutely thrumming with energy, too much, skittish and jittery. "Hey."

" Oi ," I answered, taking his hand and leading him back to the inn.

I took him straight to the bath and doused him in cold water, scrubbing him down, trying to get all the energy that clung to him from others cleansed and off him. Johann stopped shaking and seemed to catch on, helping me dump buckets of cold water over his head in the bath and eventually taking over so I could scrub down also.

It was a cold bath, to be sure, but I knew we'd sleep well tonight.

"Come here," said Johann, standing naked in the bathroom and pulling me to him. I melted against him, unable to resist and frankly, I didn't want to. Still, the frenetic pace of the dancing had left a nervous vibration about him, and as it cascaded over me I sent out puffs of breath and flicked my fingers to discharge it off me and into the ground.

Johann huffed and shook his head at me, smiling. "I feel better, thank you. But let's get in bed; I need you."

That pulled me up short. "I'm still sore from the woods."

He kissed me on the lips, then the tip of my nose. "I want to drink you up."

Now that I could get on board with.

We changed into fresh clothes and tumbled into our tiny room. I tried to sink to my knees to blow him first, but Johann pulled me up and all but tossed me on the bed. "I want you now. I'll jerk myself off."

In no time he shucked my pants off and sank to the bed. I gasped as his hot, wet mouth encircled me and sent lust racing everywhere. Johann cupped my balls and squeezed them just a bit, bobbing up and down on my cock and slathering me with his spit. His tongue did amazing, incredible things to my cock, massaging me everywhere. He pulled off just enough to kiss my sensitive head while pumping my shaft with his spit-slicked fist. Then he swallowed me again, and the firm way he pressed my hips down to keep me from bucking told me I wasn't going to escape until I came.

That urged me on, and even after all the roughhousing in the woods that afternoon, in seemingly no time at all he drove me crazy and had me right on the edge. Merciless, Johann sucked my cock until I hissed a warning and then with a cry came in his hot mouth and down his throat.

Johann kneed up on the bed and jerked his gorgeous cock, using me as inspiration, his eyes roaming over me as I lay there splayed out, sated and eager for sleep. Hot cum splashed on my belly; I hadn't even known I'd closed my eyes and started drifting off. I reached down and swiped a bit of it. I tasted it and was rewarded by Johann's heated gaze.

He cleaned me up and slid onto the bed and into my arms, cuddling close and sharing the pillow. "So much happened today."

I smiled and kissed him. "Need to talk about it tonight, or tomorrow?"

Johann smiled back, cupped my cheek and kissed me deeply. "Sleep for now, Schatz . I'll have a better perspective after a rest anyway."

" Gute Nacht ," I said. "Love you."

"I love you, Ceridor," my prince answered. "Good night."