“Oh, for the gods’ sake, don’t be such a child. I didn’t hurt you.”
“Yes, you did! And you did it deliberately too!”
“Well, of course it was deliberate. Did you think I accidentally pulled your hair?”
“What I think is that it was a mean, lowdown thing to do!”
I made a rude, amused, scoffing noise in my throat, and he glared at me, his full, soft-looking lips pushing out into a childish pout. He was naked now under that coat, so what came next was probably inevitable. I told myself that anyway. He gasped in surprise as I yanked the coat from his arms and threw it to the side, leaving him wearing nothing other than the leather halter he still had on. His surprisingly long, very erect and leaking cock bounced around in front of me, just begging for my attention.
I couldn’t resist bending down to take it in my hand again and found myself staring directly into his dark and very expressive eyes. I waited for him to pull away or make a protest, but he didn’t say a word—just widened those fiery eyes of his. His knees buckled and he began to sag to the floor in front of me, moaning. It was a simple matter of following him down and pushing him back onto his back, laying him out for my approval and convenience. And I gave him my full approval.
“One chance,chibby. Do you want this? Tell me quickly. Do you want me to leave you alone or do you want to stay so I can kiss you and make love to you?”
“I-I…” His back arched as I ran my hand up and down his length. “Oh...” he moaned again, as I leaned in closer to his face and dropped a kiss on those pillowy lips.
“Do you want to go or stay? Tell me quickly.”
“I want to s-stay,” he sighed, not hesitating at all. He shoved up toward me, offering himself to me—an offer I found I didn’t want to refuse. It had been a long while since anyone had appealed so strongly to me.
“Well, what are you waiting for then?” he asked softly, leaning up and fluttering those eyelashes, flirting shamelessly as he sought another kiss. His pupils were blown and he had a pink flush on his pretty face, biting his lips to keep from moaning again. Those long, thick eyelashes fluttered shut and he shuddered and strained closer to me. Had it been so long since he’d had someone to kiss him? Did Prince Larz not kiss, like some other Tygerian men did?
He made a low growl as my teeth grazed over his soft lips, and I parted those lips with my tongue. I meant to stop at the kiss, and I was already gentling my moves and preparing to pull away as he chased my lips. Then he moaned and squirmed beneath me, thrusting up at me as he tried to get closer. There was no way I could resist him.
****
Taran
The handsome Tygerian general moaned and pushed a hand between us, fastening on my cock, which was rock hard. I felt my face flame again. Why was I so excited by this man’s touch, or any man’s touch for that matter? I’d had sexual encounters before, of course—usually with the other soldiers in my barracks, but never with a man like this one. I never even had that much sex at all, to be honest.
Well, there was that drunken night a few weeks ago that I’d convinced myself was just a huge mistake and due to way too much visu punch. It had been mixed with some Laltanan mesqil, a potent liquor, which had proved to be a coma-inducing recipe for disaster for more than one soldier I knew. I’d never had an encounter as intense as this one though, and one where I found myself so completely caught off-guard as this. Even worse, I wasn’t absolutely sure I hated it, no matter what I kept telling myself.
I’d never meant for any of this to happen. Or at least, I hadn’t planned it ahead of time. But when I’d seen the Tygerian soldiers arrive earlier, I’d listened in the stairwell as they spoke to Prince Vannos and King Stefan. I had found myself curious about this big, incredibly handsome general, in particular, who was so much like pictures I’d seen of King Davos. Not to mention Prince Mikos with his gruff, take-no-prisoners manner and his tall, muscular body. I wondered why the soldiers were here and why they hadn’t waited to come tomorrow when the others were scheduled to be there.
Or were they here to perpetrate some kind of treachery? Treachery they could then blame on us? Should I try to go and wake up Larz and Janos to let them know what was happening? I thought I should, but what would I possibly say? I had no proof of anything, and I didn’t want to leave Laltana for good. Though it looked as if we would, if this meeting didn’t work out.
When I heard the general say he was going to check the room where the conference was supposed to take place, I thought it was too good a chance to pass up. It wouldn’t hurt to take a quick look inside his room and maybe his luggage for a peek at his orders. Orders which had to come from Prince Mikos himself.
Earlier that afternoon, one of the sons of Prince Vannos had shown me how easy it was to get in any of the upstairs rooms.It was Prince Bryos, who was really good looking, like his two fathers. He was about as tall as I was, with dark hair, like King Stefan’s, and amber colored eyes like so many of the Tygerians had. It was a striking combination, and I wondered at the time if he were looking around again for a husband like everyone said he was after his first engagement had fallen through.
Not that I’d be interested—I was too young to get married, and Bryos, as the eldest son, would be a king one day. That wasn’t anything I wanted. But he was nice to look at.
He had seen me struggling with my key—I’d never even seen one of them before—and he had taken it from me and put the end of the ancient, heavy iron piece inside the lock and pressed it to the side, like a small tool.
“See, these things are so old you can use to the key to literally pry the lock away from the door frame and get into almost any door in the palace.”
He laughed when I told him it was amazing and told me he could teach me many things if I came to his room later on.
Feeling embarrassed, I told him I’d think have to think about it. He was my cousin after all, even though we weren’t blood relations.
Anyway, that had been earlier in the day, and now I had just searched through the general’s bag and was disappointed to find nothing much at all except clothing and toiletries. That’s when I heard a noise at the door, like a key fumbling around in the lock. I did the only thing I could think of to do and ran to hide in the closet. Okay, it was stupid, but in my defense, my first thought had been to go under the bed, which would have been even worse.
And now I found myself in an interesting predicament. The general had caught me in his room. Not that I didn’t like what he did to me—I did. A lot. He was exactly the kind of man I’d design for myself, if some god had given me a pen and told meto draw him. I guess I had been influenced more than I thought I had by Prince Mikos when he came down that ramp looking for Larz. But things were moving too fast and I needed to slow them down just a little instead of escalating it all by touching him. And to top it off, I found myself pressing his big hand closer, even putting my own over it to encourage him to stroke me harder. I couldn’t seem to stop the sounds I was making either. What was happening to me? I wanted to be fondled and caressed, and I made a soft whimpering sound as I realized how much I wanted this man to be the one to do it. This kind of instant lust and attraction just didn’t happen. Never to me, anyway.
His breath was warm against my face. My mouth tingled, as I realized I wanted nothing more than for this Tygerian tokiss me.This was madness, and the idea alarmed me so much I slammed my eyes shut. Like if I didn’t see it, it wasn’t really happening.
He kissed me anyway, so long and so hard, his hot lips bruising me, his teeth biting at my lips. I groaned into his mouth, opening for him and arching my body closer. My cock felt heavy and swollen, as I pushed it up against him.
“That’s right. Give me what I want.” He moved his lips down to my throat and pressed a soft kiss into the hollow there. I put my hand on his chest, tentatively, gently, my fingers running down the hard planes of his body and brushing over his nipples. He pushed my hair off my forehead and gazed down into my eyes. “Such a beautiful color. Like gold. And all this golden skin.” His hands slid along the lean muscles of my chest and down between my thighs knowingly, his fingers tangling in the dark curls at my groin.
