Phoenix Chosen #3 (The Phoenix Guardians #3)

13. Tyler

13

TYLER

A fter the bath, we’re given robes to wear while our chitons are being cleaned, and Kalistratos and I are put up in our own small house on the edge of the vineyards, not too far from the house where Airos is staying. It’s clear this secluded little village isn’t getting any younger. The house is old, still filled with the belongings of the couple who lived here before.

“Davos and Ilos,” Markos says. “Once Ilos went to the next world, Davos wasn’t long to follow his mate. That was several years ago.”

“They didn’t have kids?” I ask.

“Yes, of course. Three sons. Nikolaos and Tasos left for Athenos when they came of age. Makar was killed trying to hunt the harpyia.”

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“The allure of the city has grown stronger in these recent years,” he tells me. “And our village has grown smaller. Many of our children heard stories of glory to be made in the great city and beyond. I don’t know exactly when these whispers began, or where they came from. The world is changing, it seems, and not for the better. Monsters, bandits, darkness… I can feel it.”

“What can you tell us about the bandits in the forest?” Kalistratos asks. “Numbers, their strength. Anything that will help us.”

Markos looks uncertain. “Well… we’ve only ever seen the sorcerer’s face.”

“There’s only one of them?” Kalistratos says in disbelief.

“In truth, I don’t know how many there are. They watch from the forest, shadowy figures, cloaked and obscured. Then, the sorcerer halts our carts, rendering even the horses unable to move them. We have no choice but to surrender our goods. Resist, and he uses his magic. He knocked down Kristos with a single bolt of lightning. I’m sorry I cannot give you more. Were I a younger man…”

“It’s alright, grandfather,” Kalistratos says with a curt nod. “We’ll figure it out.”

Markos leaves. Kalistratos sets his weapons beside the worn old bed, and I take our egg and make a nest out of some sheets inside a woven basket I find in the kitchen.

“Airos is right, there’s something odd about this,” Kalistratos says.

“What, these people? They seem pretty honest. You think they’re lying?”

“No, no. They’re not lying about someone robbing them. But a sorcerer?”

I crawl onto the bed and come to his side. I drag my fingers along the rumpled fabric of the front of his robe where it covers his chest. “There’s this saying on Earth: the simplest explanation is usually the right one. But I guess that all goes out the window here. Based on everything I’ve experienced, maybe the simplest explanation is sorcery.”

“Perhaps. But every thief knows the best way to make money is through clever deception.”

Kalistratos turns to face me on his elbow, and with a flourish of his hand, he makes a small stone and three shells appear between his fingers. With a single fluid motion, he slips the stone into one of the shells and arranges them in a line on his open palm before shuffling them around.

“Oh, look at you,” I say. “I used to give guys the boot for running this scam in front of my gas station.”

Kalistratos’s voice takes on a polished, almost theatrical quality. “It’s easy,” he says with a playful glint in his eyes. “One stone under one shell. Choose the right one, and you can double your drachmae.” His little routine is dripping with all the charm and confidence of a practiced street showman.

“Is this what you used to do to people?” I ask, laughing. “Little Fast Hands Kalistratos?”

“Pick a shell,” he says, shuffling them around more.

I hover my finger above the shells, then grab his wrist and turn his hand over. There’s nothing in his palm.

“Hey!” I grab the middle shell and find nothing, then the other two. All are empty.

Kalistratos grins at me, then blows the stone out of his mouth like he’s shooting a watermelon seed. It bounces off my chest.

“You son of a bitch,” I laugh. I grab his other wrist and wrestle him onto his back. “You know what we do to scammers like you?” I reach down and run my palm over his bulge. “Beat them the fuck up.”

The playful glint in his eyes becomes a look of unexpected excitement. He welcomes my touch by pushing his hips up against my hand. His cock quickly stiffens against the fabric.

“Let’s see you try,” he says, throwing his arm around my waist and pulling me down.

His lips smash mine and I roll my tongue against his tongue as his cock continues to grow even bigger in my hand until the loose loincloth is barely able to keep its impressive length covered. I tease him with my fingers, stroking the fabric around his cockhead. I’m already wet as fuck, and my cock is making a damn folded umbrella out of the front of my robe. I turn and push against his leg, rubbing my length against his thick, muscled thigh.

“God, I’ve been thinking about sucking your cock all day,” I say.

I finally pull back the loincloth. The warm glow of the nearby oil lamp illuminates the gorgeous shape of his dick with all of those pleasure-giving ridges. It sways slightly with his pulse, like a thick meat metronome. I snort at the thought of him keeping time with that thing.

“Then go ahead and do it,” he tells me.

“Uh-uh. Not yet.”

“I’m waiting for this ‘hell of a reward’ you’ve promised me.”

I swat his cock with the back of my hand. Thwack . Thwack .

He grins, then turns his hips to swing it against my hand. “Oh, right, you’re gonna beat me up first.”

I grab his thick cock at its base and spit on its head. “Yeah, let’s see how long you can last.”

With two hands, I pump up and down his length until he’s coated and slick with my saliva. His face tightens into a frown of pleasure, but I can see he’s trying hard not to let himself get carried away just yet. So, what else is there for me to do but double down? Keeping my eyes glued to his, I let another strand of spit drip from my lips onto his tip as I stroke him, then quickly twist my palm over the sensitive flesh of his cockhead. He grunts and jerks in response.

“ Shit .”

“Look at you, all defenseless,” I say, stroking him faster.

Kalistratos reaches out, grabs hold of my hair and pulls me to his cock. I tilt my head and turn my hand so my lips just swipe down the side of his length.

“Nice try,” I say.

“Damn you.”

I tease my lips across the swollen ridges to the throbbing cord running up its underside, then lightly flick my tongue over the crest of his head. His cock grows even harder, to the point that it feels like a goddamn marble column in my hand. I drop down and worship his balls with my tongue, taking the soft sack into my mouth as I slowly work my hand up his shaft.

I can feel my arousal dripping from my entrance down my thigh as the aching heat builds through me—the wild need to have his cock inside me, filling me up. God, I love being an omega. The physicality of my horniness is completely different from how I would get when I was back on Earth, back as a normal man. It’s deeper. Ridiculously intense. Near feral. I have to use all of my will to stop myself from jumping straight on that dick.

With one hand tightly clasped just beneath his cockhead, I press my lips against his tip, then finally open my mouth enough to let them wrap around his head. He reacts with a pulse and groan. He guides me down with a firm press of his palm. I don’t resist. The heat of his member rides against my tongue and fills my open mouth.

“That’s it,” he groans. “ Cheesus , I love the way your mouth feels around my cock.”

I snort and nearly choke on his dick. “Doh shay cheesush,” I burble.

“What?”

I pop him out of my mouth. “Don’t say ‘cheesus’! You’re gonna make me laugh!”

Kalistratos grins. “It feels good when you laugh on my cock. Go on, get down there.”

“Oh, it feels good?” I reply. “As good as this?”

I grab open my throat and push him all the way inside, fighting back the urge to gag on his thickness. Tears stream from my eyes as spit drips from my outstretched tongue down my chin and onto his balls.

Then I hum. My secret, ultimate technique. The vibrations from my throat roll down his cock, and Kalistratos clutches my hair and moans a loud, “ Fuck! ”

I dig my fingers into the meat of his hips and slowly rock my face against him so that his cock moves up and down in my throat. I can feel him throbbing. He’s fighting a losing battle, trying his hardest not to bust immediately. Then, with an exasperated growl, he concedes and pulls out from my mouth. His cock is wrapped in thick, gleaming webs of my spit that hang raunchily from my lips and chin. I’m a mess, and I love it. I’m ready for what’s coming next.

“Gods be damned,” he says. “I’m not wasting my seed inside of your mouth.”

I get on all fours in front of him, push my face against the rough, musty sheets and reach back to spread my ass cheeks for him.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I say.

Kalistratos leaps forward. He clasps my waist with one hand while caressing my taint with the fingers of his other hand, then moves down over my balls until his hand is between my legs gripping my cock like he’s milking me.

“Oh, that feels so good,” I groan.

“I love seeing how you respond to my touch,” he murmurs.

It’s a little embarrassing knowing that he has the perfect view of my twitching asshole. I have no control over it. It just feels so good. I know he can see how wet I am, and all I want is for him to fill me up.

“I want you in me,” I say.

I feel two fingers push against my hole and slowly slide into me, pressing down against the little spot deep inside that sends a surge of pleasure through my body. Back on Earth, this might’ve been my prostate… Here, as an omega, it’s something completely different. It’s like having a second cockhead inside of me. Sounds weird, but that’s the only way I can describe it. Being touched there feels even better than having my dick stroked.

“Dammit, your dick, not your fingers— Oh, fuck!” A sudden curl of his fingertips and a quickening pump of his fist interrupts my train of thought.

“The god of the sea must’ve blessed you,” he says.

I snort-laugh-moan into the sheets.

“What?” he asks, grinning at me. “Don’t you know how wet you are?”

“Yeah, but when you put it like that, I feel like some kind of a fish.”

Kalistratos laughs. “Wriggle, my little fishy,”

“Oh my god, stop ,” I say. I don’t think I’ve ever full-on belly laughed during sexy time before.

Then, Kalistratos pulls his fingers out of me and lets my cock go.

“Wait,” I protest. “No, don’t stop.”

His laugh simmers to a smirk, and he grabs my hips and pulls me against him so that the underside of his cock pushes against the crease of my ass cheeks. I can’t help but think about a hot dog in a bun, and I have to bite the side of my hand to keep myself from breaking into a new fit of giggles. He grips himself at the hilt and teasingly swipes his cock up and down my entrance until it’s all wet with my slick. Then he enters me. No more laughing for me. A gasp escapes my lips, then a cry of relief as I feel those wonderful ridges rippling against my hole.

I will never get tired of the way he feels inside of me. His cock is perfection. It makes my eyes roll back and my knees go weak. It hits a spot that nothing has even come close to. It’s goddamn enlightenment. People make jokes about finding that magical dick that cures their depression, fixes their eyesight, and makes the world a better place—well, I’ve found mine.

Kalistratos’s fingers squeeze into my waist, tugging me back as he thrusts in deep, and I feel his cock press into my core. I scream out and grab at the sheets as he goes even faster.

“You’re fucking me so hard,” I moan. I’m practically drooling on the bed. No control. Barely any brain function. It just feels too damn good.

“Is that a request for less… or more?” he replies in a growling, husky voice.

“You better not slow down,” I say.

He’s never fucked me like this before. He grips my hair and presses me down into submission as I raise my ass against him, taking him even deeper.

“You feel so good, Tyler,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight .”

We might wake the entire village this way, but who gives a damn? I’m too taken by the pleasure, too lost in the sauce.

“Have you been taking it easy on me this whole time?” I moan, turning my head to look back at him. “Oh God , you’re fucking me so hard.”

A glimmer of a smirk shines through the snarl of pleasure clenched on his face. Yeah, he’s definitely going harder than before—and I am too. It’s my first time fucking him as an omega without a baby inside of me, and it’s a completely different ball game. I want his come inside of me. I want him to fill me up and leave me gasping.

I can feel that surging rush of pleasure coming like an unstoppable tsunami, but I don’t run to meet it. Not yet.

Not fucking yet.