Union (4 page)

“Did you?” Nykin snapped, ignoring the way Fimor was clearly irritated.

This wasn’t going at all how Ryneq had planned. Both Nykin and Fimor were getting agitated and worked up, and Ryneq needed to put a stop to it now. They had important things to discuss. He put his hands on Nykin’s shoulders. “No, Nykin, I didn’t know. But even if I did, that’s between you and your dragon.”

Fimor’s huge wings filled the cave mouth as he stretched.

“Even as King I would never come between a dragon and his rider, you know that.”

Nykin’s eyes fluttered shut, and Ryneq had no idea if he was talking to Fimor or just thinking about what Ryneq had said. He hated not knowing what was going on. It was the hardest thing to handle about being with a rider, and one aspect of Nykin’s life that Ryneq could never share. “Nykin?”

“Fimor says you’re right, and that I should apologize and listen to you more often.” Nykin rolled his eyes as Fimor huffed and flicked Nykin’s legs with the end of his tail. “And that I’m lucky I have a dragon that cares so much, otherwise I would still be lying in my sickbed instead of being up here.”

Ryneq grinned, relaxing his grip on Nykin’s shoulders as the tension in the cave melted away. “Fimor is old and wise, and you should listen to him too.”

Fimor let out a long plume of fire, lighting up the cave, and making Nykin startle and laugh.

“Fine, you’ve made your point.” He wrapped his arms around Ryneq’s waist and buried his face in Ryneq’s shoulder. “You too,” he muttered.

They stayed like that for a moment longer until Fimor started to fidget, restless in the confines of the cave.

“Are you done here?” Ryneq asked, stroking a hand down Nykin’s back and relishing the little shiver it produced. “We need to talk.”

Nykin groaned. “Nothing good ever comes from those four words. But yes, I think Fimor is eager to escape to the open sky.” He placed a kiss on the side of Ryneq’s throat and then pulled away from him to say goodbye to Fimor.

Ryneq watched them both. The black leather of Nykin’s uniform a stark contrast to the red of Fimor’s scales. His eyes tracked down Nykin’s body, following the soft lines of his jacket as it clung to Nykin’s broad shoulders and tapered in to fit around his narrow waist. Nykin was well muscled but lean, and even after lying in bed for the past two weeks, he still looked in good shape. Ryneq was busy admiring the fit of Nykin’s leather pants around the curve of his ass, when Nykin called his name and made him look up.

He smirked at Nykin’s raised eyebrow and shrugged, but didn’t apologize. Nykin was his, and as far as Ryneq was concerned he could look as much as he wanted. “Ready?” he asked instead, and Nykin nodded, matching Ryneq’s grin and letting his gaze wander over Ryneq’s body in a slow sweep of open appreciation.

“Now I am.”

Ryneq’s stomach tightened with need at the look in Nykin’s eyes. It had been too long since he’d felt Nykin’s body next to his, and he decided there and then that talking could wait. They stood together and watched Fimor launch himself out into the early evening sky and head back up the mountain.

“Come on,” he whispered into Nykin’s ear, loving the way Nykin inhaled sharply at the close contact. “I want you in my bed.”

Nykin turned and faced him, one hand catching hold of Ryneq’s and the other gripping the back of his neck. Ryneq allowed himself to be tugged forward, settling his free hand on Nykin’s hip for balance as Nykin drew him in for a kiss.

“Yes.” His lips brushed against Ryneq’s as he spoke. “Let’s go.”

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as they entered Ryneq’s quarters, Nykin found himself backed up against the door with Ryneq’s hands on his waist, pinning him there. Ryneq licked and nibbled the side of Nykin’s neck, his warm breath ghosting over the damp skin, and Nykin let his head fall back onto the wooden panels behind him.

“Gods, Nykin.” Ryneq kissed the words along Nykin’s jaw. He sounded so desperate and needy, his fingers digging in at Nykin’s side, and Nykin had never been more thankful for the healing power of his bond with Fimor.

Ryneq’s hand splayed right over Nykin’s stab wound, but his body was fully healed now, and all he felt was insistent pressure as Ryneq gripped him tight.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” Ryneq muttered, his face buried in the spot behind Nykin’s ear that made Nykin shiver.

Nykin laughed softly as he placed his hands on either side of Ryneq’s face. He pulled him back up until he could see his eyes. “Believe me—” Nykin leaned closer and flicked his tongue across Ryneq’s bottom lip. “—I know.”

Ryneq grinned, his eyes darker than usual, and Nykin’s belly tightened with sweet anticipation as he pressed his hips against Ryneq’s.

“We have all night, Nykin.” Ryneq was so close their lips brushed every time he spoke. “I’m going to take my time and taste every inch of you.”

“Oh,” Nykin whispered. The thought of Ryneq’s mouth all over his body made his breath quicken and heat flood through him. “I—”

Ryneq’s mouth covered his, swallowing his words, and his hard, muscled body kept Nykin firmly in place against the door.

Ryneq rolled his hips, and Nykin felt the press of Ryneq’s cock against his stomach. Ryneq was getting harder the longer they kissed, and Nykin moaned in response.

“Want you naked,” Nykin murmured.

He broke the kiss, and slid his hands down to Ryneq’s chest. Ryneq’s shirt felt soft and silky, the material sliding through Nykin’s fingers as he undid each button, all the way down to the waistband of Ryneq’s pants.

The skin underneath was a natural olive color, and a smattering of dark hair covered Ryneq’s chest and trailed down the middle of his taut abdomen to disappear from view. Nykin pushed the shirt off Ryneq’s shoulders, and let his hands linger on the top of Ryneq’s arms, feeling the hard muscles move under his touch.

Ryneq reached for Nykin’s jacket, and Nykin let his arms drop to his sides as Ryneq slowly undressed him. His jacket fell in a heap on the floor beside them, with his shirt following after. The soft leather pants sat low on Nykin’s hips, and Ryneq paused, hands sliding down Nykin’s body to where the scars from Hatak’s sword marred his skin. Nykin knew what he’d see—a jagged white line about the length of Nykin’s thumb stood out in stark relief against the golden brown of Nykin’s back just above his hipbone.

The sword had gone all the way through him, and Ryneq traced his thumb gently over the raised line on his front. “Does it hurt?” he asked, eyes cast downward as he watched the movement.

“Not anymore.” Nykin looked down between them. The area around the scar itself was numb due to damaged nerves, and he couldn’t really feel Ryneq’s touch. But apart from that, he felt as good as new.

“And these?” Ryneq’s hands found the scars on Nykin’s arms where Hatak had tortured him, and he smoothed his fingers over the marks.

“All healed.”

“Good.” Ryneq moved his hands down, linking their fingers, and tugged Nykin over to the large four-poster bed by the far wall. Nykin followed, his eyes on Ryneq’s the whole time. He’d been in Ryneq’s quarters once before, and the image from that encounter was burned into his brain. The first time he’d seen Ryneq naked wasn’t something he was likely to forget. Nykin had just been a messenger then, and Ryneq had teased him wickedly. He’d gotten out of his bath, not bothering to cover himself up, and casually dressed while all Nykin could do was blush and try not to look.

But things were different now.

They reached the foot of the bed, and Ryneq pulled at the ties on Nykin’s pants. He slid his fingers under the waistband and brushed against the flat plane of Nykin’s belly.

It sent goose bumps along Nykin’s skin, and Ryneq grinned. “Ticklish?”

Any answer Nykin might have had died on his tongue when Ryneq teased the laces undone, exposing the head of Nykin’s cock. He looked down to watch Ryneq tug the material farther apart and then wrap his hand around Nykin’s length. A drop of precome beaded at the tip, and Nykin hissed as Ryneq swiped his thumb through it and spread it around.

Ryneq slowly raised his thumb and drew it into his mouth. He hummed as he sucked it clean, and Nykin’s breath caught.

Ryneq smirked, a wicked gleam in his eye as he pulled his thumb out with a loud pop. He ignored Nykin’s straining cock, peeling Nykin’s pants off instead and letting them fall onto the floor. Leaving him naked. “Lie facedown on the bed.”

Nykin gave him a curious look, but crawled up the bed, and lay down with his head resting on the pillows at the top. “What are you going to do?”

Nykin watched out of the corner of his eye as Ryneq bent down and opened the small cabinet beside the bed.

“You’ll see.” He emerged a moment later with a small bottle in his hand. “Just relax, Nykin.”

Nykin settled into the thick covers and closed his eyes. He heard a rustle of clothing and hoped Ryneq was taking off the rest of his clothes. A moment later he felt the bed dip as Ryneq straddled his thighs and sat back on them. He smiled into the pillows, pretty sure what was coming when he felt the first drops of oil across the top of his back. Ryneq dug his fingers into the hard muscle and worked his way in toward the top of Nykin’s spine. He then massaged the back of Nykin’s neck, and Nykin groaned, his body going pliant and loose under Ryneq’s hands.

“You like that?” Ryneq laughed softly, as he dragged his thumbs down the length of Nykin’s spine, eliciting another moan.

“Hmm… don’t stop.”

Nykin couldn’t remember feeling this good. Each press and sweep of Ryneq’s hands had him sinking further into the bed, and his cock rubbed against the sheets, creating a delicious friction. He didn’t even care about the noises he was making.

Ryneq moved his hands up and down Nykin’s back, getting closer and closer to his ass, but never quite close enough. Nykin shifted his hips and curled his hands into fists as he felt the heavy weight of Ryneq’s dick, hard and leaking on the back of his thighs.

“Ryneq, please….”

Nykin bit his lip, and then Ryneq finally let his oil-slick fingers slide farther down until they were kneading the top of Nykin’s ass, and the tips of his thumbs slipped down between Nykin’s cheeks and teased over his hole with barely there touches.

“Can I fuck you?” Ryneq asked and pressed a little harder.

Nykin groaned as Ryneq pushed a thumb inside, and it took him a few more moments to find his voice. “Yeah… yes.”

He moved his hips back, wanting to feel more, but Ryneq pulled his hands away, and Nykin almost whimpered at the loss.

He didn’t have a chance to beg for them back, because then Ryneq was pushing two fingers inside him, and Nykin’s fists unclenched to grab handfuls of the sheets beneath him. He rocked in time with the slide and thrust of Ryneq’s hand as Ryneq slowly worked him open. Nykin was achingly hard, and the bed was now damp under his belly where he’d been steadily leaking precome. He was desperate to touch himself, but Ryneq’s weight made it impossible.

“Do it now,” Nykin gasped, trying to spread his legs farther apart.

Ryneq shuffled back to let him, slowly withdrawing his fingers and settling himself between Nykin’s thighs.

“I need you inside me.”

With Ryneq no longer pinning him to the bed, Nykin pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. Ryneq grabbed his hips, and Nykin shivered when he felt the head of Ryneq’s cock brush up against him.

“Nykin
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”

Ryneq smoothed one hand down Nykin’s back, and let it settle at the base of his spine. The heat of his palm reassuring against Nykin’s skin.

Nykin grunted as he felt Ryneq press forward, his cock slick with oil, and Ryneq eased himself in slowly until his hips were flush against Nykin’s ass.

Nykin let his head drop down as Ryneq started to thrust. The room was quiet except for the soft sounds of skin against skin, and every moan Ryneq forced out of him echoed loudly around them. Ryneq held him tight, fucking into him with long measured strokes, and it was all Nykin could do to stop himself from coming. He’d been on the edge for too long, and he could already feel the pressure building low in his belly.

Nykin reached down and wrapped his hand around himself, and all it took was three hard pulls before he spilled messily over the sheets and his hand.

“Gods, Nykin.”

Ryneq’s rhythm faltered. He dug his fingers into Nykin’s skin, hard enough to bruise, and pushed deep inside him. Nykin felt the tremors roll through Ryneq’s body as he groaned out his release.

Nykin’s arms finally gave out, and he collapsed onto the bed with Ryneq landing on top of him. He grunted under the weight, and Ryneq laughed as he rolled off him and onto his back.

“Sorry.”

Nykin turned to face him. “I think you broke me.”

Ryneq arched an eyebrow and ran his hand over the curve of Nykin’s ass. “I hope not, because I’m not finished with you yet.”

Nykin would have found that incredibly hot if he wasn’t so thoroughly exhausted. “I might need a while to recover first.”

He let his eyes close for just a moment, lulled into semiconsciousness by the gentle sweep of Ryneq’s hand over his skin.