Page 92 of Silver & Gold

“You like that, do you?”

“Stop being an asshole.”

“Do you want to fuck him?” Seth’s own words, bursting out, surprised him.

“Did you want to fuck Prince Rahim’s arcanist, who spent so much time showing you around Aqarat?”

Seth narrowed his eyes at the evasive answer. “So this is payback?”

“I’m just making a point, Seth. Would you sit the hell down? I know you’re spoiling for a fight, but there’s nothing and no one to fight here.”

“You’ve been hanging out with another man at an orgy,” Seth pointed out.

“That’s not …” Raider trailed off, looking around.

“That’s exactly what you’ve been doing.”

“I was talking to him, Seth. Yes, people are having sex here. But the only person I’m going to have sex with here is you.”

“Here?”

There was still challenge in Raider’s eyes, but a darkening too, at least in the real one, as Raider got onto his knees in front of Seth and reached for his belt.

Seth’s breath caught. His mind buzzed with the awareness of other people nearby. Tarjan, in peacock form, remained in the plum tree. But Seth didn’t stop Raider from unclipping his belt. His cock, already half-hard, stiffened further as Raider’s fingers worked at the lacing of his pants. Taking his time, Raider teased him through the material, dragging his fingers across the bulge of Seth’s balls and the covered ridge of his cock. Then he tugged Seth’s pants open. When Seth’s cock sprang out fully erect, Raider swallowed him.

“Fuck,” Seth breathed as lust crashed through him. He pumped shallowly into Raider’s mouth, so turned on by the sight of those sensual lips stretched around his dick that he barely held himself in check. Then Raider opened his throat and took him deeper. Tears streamed from his eyes as he struggled to swallow more of Seth’s length.

Seth let himself enjoy the erotic sight and the pleasurable sensations for a while, then he pulled back, popping free of Raider’s mouth. He dropped to his knees, facing Raider, whose eyes were still streaming.

“I love you,” Seth said, aware that there was frustration in his tone.

“I love you too,” Raider replied, his voice just as frustrated.

Letting all that frustration drift into the background, Seth hauled Raider against him and kissed him with rough, greedy possession. More than once, Seth had entertained fantasies of fucking Raider in front of others. Partly for the thrill of the forbidden. More for the public demonstration of his claim.

But when Raider kissed him back just as hard before pushing him down into the grass and straddling his hips, Seth found himself yielding instead of aggressing. Because this was even better. Having Raider claim him.

“We don’t have oil,” Seth gasped, scrambling to think.

Raider tugged his sarong out of the way, baring his cock against Seth’s. He took them both in his hand. “I can make do,” he said and started to work himself against Seth.

Seth groaned and laid his head back as Raider rocked against him. Seth’s eyes rolled back at the feel of Raider’s cock thrusting against his within the tight grip of Raider’s fist. Precum leaked from them both, slicking them, creating the most deliciously erotic sounds.

Then Raider lifted over Seth and plunged down onto his cock. Seth bowed up, shouting at the sudden, rough sheathing. It hurt him, so it must have hurt Raider a lot more, but Raider only gritted his teeth and rode Seth hard until the pain passed and there was nothing but the harsh rocking and the pleasure crashing through Seth’s body.

Seth reached for Raider’s leaking cock. When he took the stiff, hot length in hand, Raider rocked harder against him, fucking himself so fiercely on Seth’s cock that Seth’s hand clenched on that stiff shaft as he tried not to come. At that tight grip, Raider cried out. His cock throbbed in Seth’s hand as cum spurted from it. His ass seized on Seth’s cock.

At that tight fisting, at the sight of those creamy strands shooting high to land on Seth’s vest, Seth punched up into Raider, crying out as he came in hard waves. Pulse after pulse wrenched through him. His mind whited out so fully that he felt himself drifting, like he might have lost consciousness for a second.

When Seth came back to himself, he sat up and closed his arms around Raider. They both cried out at the way Seth’s cock shifted inside him.

Both quaking with aftershocks, they clung to each other, careless of the mess between them. Blissed out, soothed by the way Raider had publicly claimed him, Seth was tempted to believe that Raider was right, that the djinn were peaceful and everything was fine and that the history of Jannat didn’t really matter.

But then his scalp prickled and he looked across the pool to the other bank. An indigo-skinned djinn male was watching them with coal-bright eyes. This male was nothing like Tarjan with his casual flirtation. This one stared intently.

Bare chested, he wore a blood-red sarong and was draped with a heavy weight of polished shells. Like Tarjan, he wore no necklace or bracelets, but glittering diamonds dangled from his ears. Something like a turban crowned his head, but the wrappings were of thick blue smoke.

The djinn’s eyes flashed, then he faded from sight.