Donnchadh - Lynn Hagen Page 0,19

you can eat or wings you fly with?”

“Wings you can eat.” Donnchadh winked. “We also have a grocery store, bank, fancy restaurants, bars, and you’ve got to try a shake at Jake’s Java Hut.”

It was an actual city. “Where is the demon realm?”

“On the same plane as the human realm, but through a veil. Humans can’t accidently stumble onto it. Only demons can bring people here, unless someone knows how to use the Black River.”

This had to be a dream. When Donnchadh had offered Getty a reprieve, Getty had no flipping clue he would be going to another realm. His brain tried to make sense of everything. “It’s like a movie I watched. When the non-magical people walked through the doors of some building, it was just a large foyer with an information desk. When the main characters walked through the door, they were in the magical headquarters.”

Donnchadh smiled. “Now you’re getting it, only we don’t have doors to get to here, but you get the gist. The same thing goes for the fairy realm, although I’m not sure how you get in since I’ve never tried.”

“Fairies?” Getty felt weak in the knees.

“Shorty, you have so much to learn.”

Donnchadh kissed along his jaw, and everything the guy was telling him was forgotten. It was astonishing how Donnchadh could do that to him, make Getty’s brain scramble with a mere touch.

Getty moaned as he turned in Donnchadh’s arms, tilting his head so the guy could kiss his way across Getty’s throat. Then they started moving, and Donnchadh led Getty to the couch.

Getty’s breath hitched as Donnchadh undressed him. Never in a million years when Getty woke this morning would he have thought he would be in a different realm about to have sex with Donnchadh again.

He didn’t think they would have sex again, ever. Not when they’d been two strangers passing in the night. Sure, Donnchadh had saved him, and they kept running into each other, but… Fuck, Getty was hard, his cock slapping his stomach while Donnchadh tossed Getty’s clothes aside.

“Fucking beautiful.” Donnchadh brushed his knuckles over Getty’s erection.

Getty shivered. Not because he was cold but because he was the only one naked. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and desperate to see Donnchadh’s naked body.

He got his wish. Donnchadh slipped his shirt off and let it fall to the floor. Getty was going to pass out by the man’s sheer beauty. Wholly masculine, muscled, and flawless.

Donnchadh yanked his boots off, removed his pants and underwear, and tossed aside his socks.

Getty was staring at perfection.

Then Donnchadh turned, and Getty saw the jagged scars on his back. He was too afraid to ask how Donnchadh had gotten them, too afraid the guy would call a halt to this if Getty mentioned them.

Getty snagged Donnchadh around the nape of his neck, pulling the man closer as his exposed cock hardened until it was smashed between them. He rocked his body up and down, using the friction to pleasure himself.

Donnchadh’s hand was firm at the small of his back, one finger just tracing the top of Getty’s crack. Flames licked up his spine, and Getty was afraid he was gonna come right there, right then. Donnchadh pulled back enough to tip his head and slant their mouths together more deeply. His tongue licked Getty’s teeth, swept the depths of his desire. Getty’s hair was in both their eyes, a lustrous tangle that kept them from looking at each other clearly.

Reaching up with one hand, Donnchadh brushed the strands aside as Getty continued to rub his cock over Donnchadh’s groin. “Please, Donnchadh…I need.”

Getty had never wanted something as badly as he wanted release. Just the hot, sweaty smell of the man bruising his lips was making him senseless. Donnchadh pushed Getty into the couch before wrapping his fingers around Getty’s cock, stroking it with quick, eager moves.

Getty hissed, curled his fingers around Donnchadh’s cock, and felt the thick girth in his hand. Both hands were pumping, both men groaning and panting.

Getty spread his legs wider, wishing they would go further but didn’t ask for fear of breaking whatever spell they were under. As if Donnchadh had been inside his head, he released Getty’s shaft, spun him around, and bent him over the couch before dropping to his knees and tonguing Getty’s hole.

“Oh, fuuuccck!” Getty groaned loudly. He’d never been rimmed before and prayed Donnchadh didn’t stop. If he did, Getty was going to beat the man over the head with his erection.

When Donnchadh inserted a finger