Page 31 of Tethered Thrones
I didn’t answer, pivoting the conversation.
“Why don’t you strip down yourself? I’ll keep you warm,” I offered, and he tugged away.
I frowned.
“Bracken…” I peered down at my bonded with hooded eyes, elated to see him peering up at me with a heated gaze.
A horny Sun was always more welcome than one who was moody or lost in the minutiae of battle strategies. So why did he pull away?
“What?” I asked as he approached again, stroking the skin above my fur, on my belly, while his tantalizing lips hovered too close to my cock. So close, in fact, I couldn’t suppress a growl in anticipation.
For Sun would always be a better noc fucker than he’d ever be a killer in my eyes, no matter how many he slayed.
My bonded was skilled, quick, and efficient, learning how to manage our combined lust as if he were king of a tiny lecherous court. And I supposed he was the center of our sexual universe… and our hearts. Though once again, I’d never admit how deeply I felt for Sun other than at the doorway of death.
He cleared his throat, coughing, wetting those full lips that needed to stop talking and start sucking before I burst.
“We’re nearing General Hideyoshi’s encampment, and you know how it is between us,” he said, waving his hand up and down my body. “I figured the others are away, so?—”
“We might as well play?” I finished because, for once, he was too shy to be straightforward when he was always so bold. He’d lost his nerve from even a moment ago.
It was almost endearing, this change of pace, this shyness as I lifted him into my arms and kissed him gently, knowing we had an audience but no longer caring if I appeared weak and foolish to my undead king.
I tasted him and groaned, that taste of bellflower coating his lips. It was confirmation that he’d been with Clem not long ago since everything was dying or dead in this frozen forest by now. I clutched his firm ass and ground that puny cock against mine as my cock exploded from my furs. Sun nipped at me and grunted, growing more needy and demanding.
This was more like the Sun I knew.
“We’ll be close to the general soon,” he repeated breathlessly, and I rolled my eyes. Was he drunk again? Repeating himself over and over again…
It was then I fully gathered the double intent behind his words. We’d either be hunted down and slain or supported by those vermin. And Sun was more confident than not we’d be dead.
“So, you’re going around fucking our brains out as a last goodbye, just in case? You’re one delectable, horny pet, but even you should have limits.”
He growled, and I matched his growl with a sneer. I’d never been mistaken as an optimist, but his lack of belief in us was beginning to rile me when he was usually so sure of himself and his ability to win. I supposed the fact that we’d all died once didn’t exactly inspire confidence. But by now, Sun should know that not I, nor Kiar, nor Hadi, or hell, even Clem would stop short of death to keep those vermin’s filthy hands off him.
We may not live through what was to come, but as Clem learned, our dying did not endanger his life if he uttered the right spell. Another fact I tucked away and didn’t share, least Sun sink into depression again. He was our sun; we would revolve around him alive or as corpses like Naran to the stars in the heavens above.
“That’s not what I was thinking, you know,” Sun said as I allowed him to wiggle out of my arms and onto the ground.
“Oh?” I taunted.
“I meant we won’t have much time alone. And it takes more prep with you than with the others.”
He was not a convincing liar, but I was done holding back.
“Sure… Well, enough talk, get naked and bend your ass over,” I barked as he stiffened, glaring.
“Batshit asshole. It’s cold you know,” he said, even as he eagerly stripped naked. “So, keep your promise to keep me warm.”
“Your insults are so creative,” I sneered, helping him. “But you’re the lunatic that approached me, not the other way around.”
He never propositioned me directly, and that used to piss me off. But it clicked, after a couple of rutting sessions, that he was afraid of what the barest hint of submission meant when it came to me. To Hadi, too, I’d gleaned from their bickering and other interactions.
Brilliant, lovely Sun, so afraid of his emotions.
I swept him up in another searing kiss and faltered at the ravenous look in his eyes as we pulled apart.
“I want you inside of me,” he breathed as we separated to share a breath.