“That would be your fault, wouldn’t it?” Then Petur was out the door, which closed in his face, and he was left with flushed skin and the most outrageously inconvenient erection of his life.
“Ah … Your Highness?” the guard at the end of the hall said tentatively.
“Not a word, I’m fine, I’m going,” he snapped, then decided that discretion was the better part of valor and took on his raven shift. It meant leaving the clothes behind, but he had more of those. What he didn’t have a lot left of was dignity, damn it.
You better come to me,he thought as he landed on the windowsill of his suite and hopped inside. He thought it as he quickly washed the day from his skin, as he sent a servant for fine wine and delicately cut fruit, and soft, sweet-scented cheeses. He thought it as he pulled back the heavy blanket on his bed, as he paced, wondering whether to undress or leave his things on until Deyvid got there,ifhe even came, and what if he didn’t? What if he changed his mind or was caught sneaking into the palace, or—
There was a knock on the door, and Petur opened it, expecting the servant with a tray of food. Instead, he found Deyvid in aborrowed cloak, his hair still wet, eyes wide and searching as he stared at Petur.
“Gods, come here,” Petur barely managed to get out, then pulled Deyvid into his arms and slammed the door shut behind him, almost catching the cloak in it before he ripped it off him.
Beneath it, Deyvid had nothing on but a pair of boots and breeches. Boots andbreeches; he’d come all the way there half naked, snuck in past the guards, right under the queen’s very nose, all for Petur.
All for me.
“Tell me you’ve done this before,” Petur muttered harshly. He knew how to take his time, but he didn’t want to right then. He wanted to consume Deyvid, wanted toownhim, every inch of him. He wanted to fuck him until he could barely breathe, until the only name in his head and out of his lips was Petur’s.
“It’s been a while, but yes.”
Heat flared through Petur again, heat that it took him a moment to realize wasjealousy. He shouldn’t mind he wasn’t bedding a virgin, and yet the thought of someone else inside of Deyvid was a conflagration. “I’ll be better,” he promised as he leaned in, pressing his mouth to Deyvid’s cheek. Stubble met his tongue, and Petur growled as he bared his teeth and nipped at the sharp line of Devyid’s rough jaw. “I’ll be so good you’ll never want anyone else.”
Even trembling under Petur’s assault, Deyvid found the breath to murmur, “Prove it.”
Fuck.
Petur pushed Deyvid back onto his immense bed as he reached down and pulled apart his trousers. The laces were done too tight—with a snarl of impatience, he shifted his hands into claws and tore them off Deyvid’s body, then growled with satisfaction as the musky scent of Deyvid’s lust drifted up to his nose. He wasclose to his warrior form, Petur realized, perhaps too close for comfort, and yet Deyvid didn’t seem bothered. Far from it.
“Youlikeme like this,” Petur said as he loomed over Deyvid, pulling his own clothes off until he was finally naked. “Don’t you? With the shift close by, the animal just under the surface.”
“I like you however I can have you,” Deyvid said, and Petur knew he was being honest. Still, when he flashed his warrior form’s yellow eyes at his lover and got another whiff of pheromones, Petur knew there was more to it.
Good.Let him want Petur in every way he could get him; let him make Petur the standard by which all other lovers were measured. No one else would be able to give him this excitement, this danger. When he stroked himself, pulling his member to its full length and watching Deyvid eye him hungrily, Petur amended the list—this cock too.
Spoiled for choice, Petur finally laid himself down in the cradle of Deyvid’s hips, rocking their bodies fully against each other as he closed the distance between them. He wanted to suck Deyvid off, wanted to drink his come and feel him writhe against Petur’s tongue, but the base part of his brain knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d buried himself in his lover. “Let me have you,” Petur said, not a question but a demand.Let me have you at last.
Deyvid grinned into the kiss they shared. “Take me, then.”
Petur groaned and mustered all his willpower, then reared back and reached for the oil he’d left on his own pillow.
“No.” Deyvid shook his head. “You don’t need it.”
Petur frowned. “I don’t mind providing a bit of pain, but taking you dry would split you in half.”
Deyvid caught his hand and guided it down between his legs. It took a moment for Petur to register what he was feeling as his fingertips brushed against the tight furl of muscle beneath Deyvid’s soft sac, but—
Slick.He’d prepared himself already? Unconsciously holding his breath, Petur pressed in with one finger and caught the faint scent of linseed oil before he slipped inside and—
Soft, so warm, so giving as he pressed deeper and deeper. One finger, then two, three, and now Deyvid’s breath was catching in his throat, the red flush gone all the way down his neck and across his chest as he began to pant, eager, desperate. “I’m ready,” he promised, and that was all Petur needed. He slid his fingers out, pushed Deyvid’s legs back, lined up the slippery head of his cock, and steadily pressed inside of his lover.
It wasn’t easy. The prep had helped, but Petur was big—especially so close to his battle form. He had to go slow, and he might have spared the brain power to worry if he saw anything but pleasure on Deyvid’s face, but Deyvid’s eyes were rolled back in his head, his arms tight around Petur’s shoulders as he pulled. “More, more,” he chanted, and Petur obliged him.
Being all the way inside was bliss. It was agony. It wasn’t enough, and Petur didn’t wait for an invitation now. He moved, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting his cock back inside that hot, wet channel. It felt as good as he’d imagined it would—better because now he could lean down and kiss his lover while he fucked him, watch Deyvid’s pretty cock bounce against his stomach and leak a shining trail that Petur wanted to lick up. He grinned savagely as Deyvid almost shouted, his hole clenching with pleasure.
Found it.He hammered Deyvid’s prostate again and again, watching in fascination as his lover bit his lower lip so hard it bled. “Come,” he ordered or begged—it felt like one and the same to him. “Deyvid, come, come just like this, you can do it.”
It was so gratifying to be right, to watch thick jets of white spray over Deyvid’s chest as he came with a groan and a grip on Petur’s back so tight it hurt. Petur only closed his eyes when Deyvid was done, following him a few seconds later as he fuckedin hard, as deep as he could go, and pulsed inside of his lover until he was completely spent.
When he collapsed on Deyvid a few moments after that, it was as fully human. Petur was breathless but couldn’t help but kiss him, over and over, worshipful in a way he’d never felt before. “You’re perfect,” he whispered. “Gods, you’re perfect for me. Stay, stay with me, be mine. Tell me you’re mine.” He had never had someone wholly his before, and Petur held his breath as he waited for a denial.
