Hallowed Bond (Chronicles of Ylandre Book 2) (34 page)

Riodan gulped. “I should have warned you,” he said, his throat tight. “My back—“

“Yes, I know.”

“It’s just that… It’s not a pretty sight.”

Riodan knew a twinge of fear as Dylen thoughtfully studied him. He caught his breath when Dylen resumed undoing his shirt, going behind him as he drew the garment off his shoulders. Riodan closed his eyes, agonizingly conscious of Dylen’s gaze on his blemished flesh. The press of soft lips against his nape startled him, as did the sensation of Dylen’s tongue ghosting a moist trail across the uneven landscape of his back. Fingers caressed rough patchy skin before smoothing around his torso and reaching down to fondle his subsiding erection through his breaches into renewed firmness. Riodan shakily exhaled, not quite certain what to make of Dylen’s ministrations.

“Pretty is an understatement,” he heard Dylen murmur. “You’re so beautiful, Rio.”

Riodan shook his head and turned around to face Dylen. “I’m not—” he started to protest.

Dylen cut him off with a hard swift kiss. Pulling away, he slipped his own shirt from his body.

“You are beautiful,” he firmly repeated. “And to my eyes your scars make you even more so. Now—are we going to make love or not?”

Riodan slowly smiled.

They swiftly undressed each other, nigh tearing off the rest of their clothes in their haste to have naught but skin between them.

Sensing that Dylen seemed inclined to let him take the lead, Riodan allowed himself to be more aggressive. In light of their conversation, he suspected that Dylen wished to be mastered that he might forget his years of mastering others. Enflamed by the prospect, Riodan pressed Dylen down to the bed with nigh indecent haste. He paused only long enough to grab a bottle of oil from the topmost drawer of the bedside table and place it within easy reach on the bed.

He eagerly explored Dylen anew, thrilling to the sounds of his groans. Steadily moving downwards, Riodan sucked at his neck, kissed his chest and teased his nipples

while his hands caressed every inch of skin within reach. He felt Dylen’s fingers run through his hair; heard his breathing growing more uneven with every ardent assault on his flesh. Reaching Dylen’s groin, he eagerly enclosed Dylen’s hard length in his mouth, drawing upon it as if he had just emerged from a lengthy fast and been served a veritable feast.

“Turn around, Rio!” Dylen suddenly demanded.

Grinning widely, Riodan quickly changed his position. Dylen grabbed his hips and made him straddle his face. Riodan yelped as he was engulfed in Dylen’s talented mouth before he set to lavishing his attention once more on the seductive flesh before him. To be steadily drawn upon even as he likewise employed his lips, tongue and mouth on Dylen’s shaft—the feeling beggared description.

It turned into a sensual race as both strove to undo the other. Soon they were both wracked by rapture. Riodan cried out around his luscious mouthful when he felt the pulsing in his groin that rapidly spiralled into an orgasm of explosive proportions. So ardent did his suckling become as he rode out the waves of his spending that Dylen soon climaxed as well, gasping raggedly as Riodan hungrily milked him dry.

Still panting from his release, Riodan crawled back up into Dylen’s arms. He pressed their lips together at once, feeling the need to be in constant intimate contact with his lover. He moaned in delight as his mouth was pillaged and he was lured into a hedonistic duel of lips and tongue and teeth.

Riodan drew away slightly, his eyes pricking with grateful tears. Gazing at his hard-earned prize, he whispered, “I love you, Dy.”

With a sweet smile, Dylen snaked his hand behind Riodan’s nape and pulled him back down into an even more voracious kiss. At once, Riodan set to ravaging him anew.

Dylen happily succumbed to his desire.

Supple fingers played with his nipples, pinching and tweaking them until he was squirming with delight beneath Riodan’s withy form. As their members surged back to life, Riodan thrust against him, sliding the hardening columns against each other until they were both gasping in ecstasy into each other’s mouths.

Riodan snatched up the bottle of oil and poured a goodly amount onto his palm. But Dylen stopped him just as he was about to smear Dylen’s shaft with the unguent. Riodan stared at him, eyebrows lifting in question.

“I want you to take me,” Dylen whispered. He firmly guided Riodan’s hand to his own member. “Anoint yourself,
ariad
.”

Riodan’s hand shook as he lubricated his shaft. “Are you certain?” he anxiously asked, remembering the former
hethar
’s aversion to yielding thusly outside of his professional assignations.

“Very certain,” Dylen huskily said. “Have all of me, Rio. Own me.” He drew a shuddery inhalation. “I want to forget all the others. Make me think only of you. Of us.”

Riodan could have wept from being blessed with so precious a gift as Dylen’s utter trust and complete surrender. Almost holding his breath, he moved between Dylen’s thighs. Dylen lifted his legs and wrapped them around his waist. Swallowing hard at the thought of berthing himself inside Dylen once more, Riodan carefully pressed his aching shaft home.

He barely stifled a cry as he was sheathed to the hilt. He stared at Dylen in joyous disbelief. He had ceased to entertain the thought of taking Dylen thusly long ago and after

their last union before their rift he had expected to never again have Dylen at all. But now, here he was buried deep in Dylen’s heated sweetness after so very long. He had not thought such bliss possible.

“Saints above,” he whispered as rapture coursed through him like a molten river.

“Veres preserve me.”

He waited for his lover to adjust to his embedded shaft. Dylen was as tight as an untried innocent, evidence of his many years abstention from playing the mare. Riodan watched him will himself to relax his muscles further. He knew Dylen was ready when he curled a leg behind Riodan’s thighs and pulled him closer.

Riodan experienced a sharp surge of possessiveness. An urge to stake his claim on his beloved overcame him, and he began to drive into Dylen, thrusting into him as deeply as he could. Dylen’s moans and gasps sent prickles of delight simmering along his skin, and he applied himself to delivering them both into ecstasy.

It was as glorious as it had been that one time more than two score years ago when he’d had the pleasure and the honor of taking Dylen in genital intercourse. With none of his subsequent partners had it ever felt like that or as it did now. None had looked as exquisite as Dylen did as he lay beneath him, lips parted invitingly, eyes gazing up at him in open love and lust. And for all the others’ willingness to submit, only Dylen’s surrender meant the world to him.

For in yielding all that he was and had, Dylen had given him the greatest gift of all.

His hard-won devotion and trust.

This knowledge sent Riodan’s lust soaring. Rough cries escaped him with every lunge of his hips, the feel of wonderfully snug satin softness making him near giddy with joy. Desiring to see Dylen lose himself just as completely to pleasure, he grasped the shaft that pressed against his belly and stroked it hardily.

Dylen cried then shuddered helplessly, the sensations of being caressed from within and without conspiring to unravel him. Coming completely undone, he called out Riodan’s name and spent himself copiously into his hand. So stunning were his features in rapture, the sight finished Riodan as well.

Breathing harshly with the force of his release, Riodan buried himself as deeply as he could, his entire existence in that instant reduced to the ecstasy of at last wholly claiming Dylen. As the last of his seed filled his lover, he felt his limbs give way, and he collapsed onto Dylen. Strong arms enclosed him, and with a happy sigh, Riodan nestled his head on Dylen’s chest. He smiled broadly upon marking the unsteady up and down of Dylen’s breast as he breathed, evidence that his lover’s climax had been as powerful as his.

*

Riodan waited for them both to calm down before he carefully pulled out of Dylen.

Snatching up a discarded shirt from the floor, he used it to wipe their seed-stippled torsos.

Tossing the shirt aside, he slipped out of the bed.

Dylen watched him head for the small liquor cabinet by his wardrobe. His eyebrows rose when Riodan took out a bottle of
mirash
. Riodan looked almost shyly at Dylen as he poured himself a glass of the conception suppressor.

Seating himself on the edge of the bed, Dylen grinned and said, “Curious that you have
mirash
on hand. Methinks you expected more than a simple visit from me.”

Riodan chuckled with some embarrassment. “I didn’t expect anything,” he corrected.

“I only hoped.”

Holding Dylen’s gaze, he downed the
mirash
then returned to the bed and climbed onto Dylen’s lap, straddling him. Dylen held his warm body close, kissing his throat and reaching for his buttocks to knead the firm mounds suggestively. Riodan moaned as an enterprising finger slipped into the crease of his arse and nudged the tight entrance within. He wiggled his hips, caressing Dylen’s slowly rousing shaft in turn.

Dylen groaned then softly laughed. “You’ve learned much,
ariad
,” he remarked, pulling Riodan into a plundering kiss.

“I had a good teacher,” Riodan murmured against his lips. “The very best in fact.”

“Is that so?” Dylen chuckled. “Well then, what say you demonstrate how well I’ve taught you?”

He plucked the bottle of oil from its nest among the pillows. Keeping his eyes on Riodan, he deftly eased some of the lubricant up his backside, caressing him within until Riodan was arching sensuously against him even as he bore down on Dylen’s embedded fingers. Dylen latched onto a nipple, sucking it to a hard peak, which elicited a litany of soft cries from Riodan.

“Dy, please…” Riodan pleaded.

Dylen cast the bottle aside and lazily coated his shaft with oil. “Do you want me inside you so badly?” he huskily asked.

“Yes!”

“Then ride me, my love. Let me in.”

He lowered Riodan onto his shaft. The stretch and burn of his entry fetched a slight wince from his lover. But it did not take long for lingering groans and ecstatic whimpers to supplant it as discomfort gave way to pleasure. Riodan began to move as bidden, riding the flesh that cleaved him so fulsomely. Dylen gazed at him, completely enraptured and consumed with love. He wrapped his hand around the proud member that jutted up between them and stroked it with every slide of his shaft into Riodan’s core.

For several heartbeats, all that could be heard was the symphony of their ragged breathing and drawn out moans.

They climaxed nigh simultaneously. Semen dappled their chests and bellies and flowed from one to fill the other. Sobbing his bliss against Dylen’s mouth, Riodan wrapped his arms tightly around his lover’s shoulders and held fast to him, yearning for emotional intimacy as much as his body had been in need of sexual satiation. Dylen embraced him tightly, lifting a gentle hand to smooth his tousled locks. With the other he stroked Riodan’s back soothingly, tenderly rubbing his fingers over the uneven flesh that was palpable testament to Riodan’s great love for him.

They bathed together afterward, washing semen and saliva from their bodies. But Riodan did not expect to be tumbled back into bed as soon as they came out of the bathing chamber.

“You-you’re indefatigable!” he half stuttered, half laughed when Dylen promptly reached down between his legs to begin the process of turning.

“What can you expect when so splendid a feast has been spread before me?” Dylen quipped as he fingered the tiny orifice hidden behind Riodan’s seed pouch.

He grinned salaciously when Riodan could only writhe in speechless rapture. A glance down told him his lover’s body had turned

Dylen pushed Riodan’s thighs up and spread them wide. His eyes homed in purposefully on the glistening entrance that was Riodan’s sheath. He locked his lips onto

the sensitive flesh, laving Riodan with his tongue before penetrating him in mimicry of what was to come. As soon as Riodan started to lift his hips to press up against him, Dylen shifted above him and entered him in one smooth thrust. Moaning wantonly, Riodan threw his head back, enraptured by the sensation of thick, firm flesh sliding into him.

The sight of Riodan abandoning himself to pleasure aroused Dylen even further. But he restrained himself and initially delivered only slow, shallow thrusts, refusing to let their rutting end too soon. Holding Riodan’s hips steady, he bent low to kiss his lover’s throat, occasionally teasing the hollow at its base with tantalizing dips of his tongue. He moved lower to gently maraud Riodan’s dusky nipples to hard nubs. Riodan pressed up, arching his body in willing complicity in his ravishment. Dylen abandoned restraint and gave himself over to mounting ecstasy.

It was never less than wondrous whenever their bodies joined, a feeling alien to Dylen for all his experience. It was not in any way like this with all the Deira who had passed through his life, not even those for whom he had held some affection. He could not think of a logical explanation except that they had been made for each other.

*

Riodan clutched at the beddings as Dylen steadily speared him. Everything seemed reduced to the singular sensation of hard flesh repeatedly plunging deep inside him.

He pulled Dylen down to him to seal their mouths in scorching union. A moment later, he was shuddering uncontrollably as rapture swept through him in a nigh endless torrent of sensation. His sheath contracted around the flesh that breached him, triggering Dylen’s climax in turn. Riodan moaned joyfully when he felt Dylen’s semen fill him to overflowing followed by the swift rush of heat in his belly—Dylen’s love made tangible.

Neither spoke for some time afterward. They were content to simply lie close together, Dylen resting his head on Riodan’s shoulder. Riodan gently wove his fingers through Dylen’s hair. When Dylen pressed kisses to the shoulder beneath his cheek, Riodan’s body responded with a faint tremor of delight.

Their post-coital reverie was rudely interrupted when the door opened suddenly, banging sharply against the wall as it did. Quickly pulling the covers up higher over both of them, Riodan stared incredulously as Guyon Barath barged in over the protestations of his butler. The butler on the other hand gaped in horror when he realized what he and the uninvited visitor had stumbled upon.