“No, I mean, for how long? How long have you wanted to?”
“Since college.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, not really understanding why he was suddenly feeling small and embarrassed. Exposed. No matter the reason, he didn’t like it. “Get on your back and spread your legs.”
There was no hesitation to comply this time. Nuri fell backward and opened his thighs.
“What?” he taunted as he settled himself over Nuri. “No more commentary?”
He met his gaze head on, his dick rubbing against Silver’s stomach, leaving a trail of wetness behind. “You could have just asked me to sleep with you.”
“You would have said no.” There’d been his father as well. Sij Rein had been an obstacle between them for years, so much so, that the day he’d finally died had been one of the happiest of Silver’s life.
Not that he would say as much to Nuri. Unlike him, his mate had a full range of emotions and felt things like remorse and grief. At the end of the day, he still felt that he owed Sij for all that he had now, which meant he wouldn’t be pleased to hear Silver speak ill of him.
“Because this is wrong,” Nuri said. “A Swiftbond won’t change the way I feel about it.”
Silver found his entrance and pushed in slowly, feeding Nuri’s tight body his cock bit by bit. He groaned as he slid deeper, electricity skating across his skin, balls trembling as he was squeezed within walls of velvet heat.
He decided he didn’t want to hear whatever came next. Didn’t want to listen to Nuri reject him, or list all of the reasons they shouldn’t or couldn’t be doing this in that same tone he used at corporate meetings. None of that would change anything. Not for either of them.
“We can stay here until you’re ready,” Silver decided, planting feather light kisses across Nuri’s brow before he started to thrust in and out, rocking the bed in tune to their mutual moans.
“Using your Swift form is cheating.” Nuri’s arms banded around his neck and his back arched at a particularly deep stroke. “You’ll have to learn how to live without me someday, Silver.”
“No,” he buried his face against the crook of his neck and grazed his sensitive skin with his teeth, “I won’t.”
“Silver—”
Silver sealed his mouth over his and silenced him with his tongue.
Chapter 22:
Silver stood by the window, sipping coffee with his shoulder propped against the wall. His gaze remained on the sleeping man curled within the sheets on his bed, enraptured by swaths of exposed skin against crimson silk, and the way rich sunlight caused the thin chain on one delicate ankle to glitter like diamonds.
Nuri’s right leg was exposed up to the thigh, having kicked off part of the blanket in his sleep, and he’d been left like that in part because the view was so enjoyable, but also because…
He didn’t trust himself not to take Narek again if he got too close, which was why his distance and sticking by the bay window where daylight streamed in was his current plan.
In a rare occurrence, it wasn’t snowing, and the sky was blue and clear. The glass had been shut against the cold, but thewarmth from the sun would be welcomed by Nuri. Which was good for Silver, because he needed him in the best mood possible for what was to come.
Tickets off-world had already been purchased, and he had every intention of keeping his word and bringing Nuri to Vitality to visit his siblings.
But only if he got what he wanted in return.
A soft rap on the door had him bristling, mouth thinning into a firm line as he sent Nuri one last glance before going to answer.
“What?” He stepped out into the hall and carefully sealed himself and Falc off from his sleeping mate, not wanting to wake Nuri too soon. Last night had no doubt taken a lot out of him, and Silver wanted him well rested and of sound mind before they laid it all out on the table. “I told you I didn’t want to be disturbed.”
“Forgive me, majesty,” Falc said. “Your aunt has called several times and has threatened to storm the mansion if she doesn’t hear from you.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose and inwardly cursed.
Fucking Brixtons. He’d set the lot of them on fire if it wasn’t socially frowned upon to commit immolation against family members.
“Tell her if I’ve found out she’s so much as stepped foot on a spaceship, I’ll slit her precious son’s throat. I don’t care if she isn’t headed for Ignite. She stays put, on her own damn planet, or Romeo’s blood will be on her hands.” Silver didn’t have time for this. “She’s lucky enough that I haven’t flayed him alive already.”
He really had wanted to slice out his tongue and chop off both hands, but Nuri had done a good job on him over the years, and reason had somehow trickled through the fury enough to stop him from doing so.
Unfortunately, in the eyes of the law, trying to steal his company wouldn’t be considered the type of offense that warranted that form of maiming.
