Winter's Knight (11 page)

Sliding closer to Lucian, Shea nodded. “Fair enough. I’m good with being close to you.” One arm went under Lucian’s pillows, the other over his waist, and Shea pressed gently against Lucian’s back, ass, and legs. It was more than enough to send blood south and revLucian’s arousalto dangerous RPMs.
“Bad time to start being so literal, Shea,” Lucian grumbled, moving against the other man in a subtle roll that highlighted heat and weight.
“Mm,” Shea hummed maddeningly, body moving with Lucian’s. “Oh. Yeah, I suspect that we’ll be all right so long as there are no demands for power. I’ve been fine with just sex, which Clark’s probably told you.” This time it was easy to read the inflection, dry as sand inthe desert.
“He may have mentioned it and your predilections,” Lucian said, squeezing Shea’s thigh and pressing his ass into Shea’s groin. “And I would never demand power, Shea.”
“Nnh.” The hot air of a groan accompanied a brush of lips against the back of Lucian’s neck, and Lucian reached to slide his fingers into thick curls.
“N-no, that’s true,” Shea stammered. “You’d just take it whenit’s lyingwithinyour grasp.”
“If it wishes to be taken and belongs to any part of you, then yes, it becomes difficult to resist.” Lucian urged Shea’s mouth against his skin and shuddered at the next kiss.
“You’ve made your point known, my prince,” Shea whispered, reverent and emphatic. Lucian’s eyes widened on nothing. The cadence of protocol speech stirred himto the point of dizzy, and he couldn’t for the life of him remember if he’d ever told Shea it was one of his weaknesses, though he suspected Shea could probably work out what sliced Lucian to the quick. Who knew indulging Shea’s geekdom with some tabletop gamingincollege would prove so beneficial?
“Should we then lie at arm’s length for the night?” Shea continued.
“It would not be my preference,” Lucian answered, tone imperial but kind. “Though I warn you that if I am to be your prince, then you will be reclaimed as my sweet Shea.”
“Aye,” Shea breathed. The edges of his teeth scraped against Lucian’s skin, dragging until Lucian hissed, and then closed in another smeared kiss. “Your warning is well received, and that particular phrasing reminds me ofexactlywho holds me inhis hand.”
“Very good, sweet Shea,” Lucian murmured, dropping his grip from Shea’s hair to hip and plunging his hand beneath Shea’s pants to grip Shea’s backside. Shea bucked with a gasp of surprise. “Then pay homage to your keeper and touch me ‘til I speak that you’ve had your fill.”
“As you wish.” With a low grunt, Shea shifted. A clever left hand moved to brush gently against Lucian’s cheek and chinand curled to grasp Lucian’s throat.
Lucian pushed his head into Shea’s shoulder, eyes closing and breath quickening. “Yes,” he whispered. “God, yes.”
Shea’s hand slowlyslid downward, brushingagainst nipples, swirling over abs, and finally dipping fingertip into navelbefore divingunder the waistband ofLucian’s silk pants. Lucian bit his lip and tilted his hips in invitation. Rough skin caught the delicate fabric of Lucian’s underwear with a low rasp, and Shea stroked alongLucian’s arousal.
“Mmph,” Lucian grunted, half sigh, and rocked into the pressure. “Enjoyingmywant ofyou, sweet Shea?”
“Very much so, Sire,” Shea breathed against Lucian’s ear.
Lucian’s groan cut through the air, startling in its volume. “Thenstroke mybare cock and feed it further.”
Rather than answer in words, Shea shoved aside the final layer of clothing and slid along the length of Lucian’s shaft, broad thumb caressing head and slit, before picking up speed and intent. Shea tightened his grip, twisting with each stroke, sending friction over everyone ofLucian’s inches.
“Fuck, Shea,” Lucian hissed between clenched teeth, shaking in Shea’s grasp. “Perfect, nnngod...” Shea’s hips flexed and rubbed a very evident arousal against Lucian’s ass, and Lucian scraped nails over Shea’s thigh, working to get the angle right until Lucian wrapped a fist around Shea and pumped.
“Hhnn... oh yes.” Shea’s moan vibrated against Lucian’s earlobe. “Nnh... please. God.” His warm fist stopped, tightened, and then resumed its assigned task. The rhythm, however, now reflected Lucian’s.
Possession surged and drowned all but a shred of Lucian’s sanityand a sliver ofhis control. He rotated his head until he spoke against Shea’s parted, dry lips. “Stop, sweet Shea,” he ordered, though his hand continued its explorationofShea’s fullcock.
Shea whimpered, bucked, and let go ofLucian, and Lucian kept the pace while intoning a low note of approval. “Very good. When I release you, lie on your back and strip out of your clothing, please, my Shea. I need more ofyou.”
“Y-yes, Sire.”
Lucian grinned when Shea’s body met Lucian’s hand with each slide. Lucian toyed with the head, palm through slickness, merely to hear Shea’s rasp and feel Shea’s clench, and thenLucianwithdrew.
Panting, Shea rolled onto his back, lifted his hips, and slid out of the borrowed pants and his underwear. He tossed the clothing over the side of the bed, and then lay back on it, hands at his side, legs together. Shea turned toward Lucian, whites of his eyes bright in the murk. “May... oh, Lord... not sure if I should be askingthis, but mayI be as vocalas I wish?”
With a pained sound, Lucian rested atop Shea, lining up their hips and guiding one of Shea’s arm’s around Lucian’s middle while his lips found their mate in a sweet kiss. “You may ask anything you want or like,” Lucian answered, catching Shea’s chin when it dipped and making their gazes meet. “And there are few things that please me more than responsiveness, sweet Shea. I want every sound, every breath, everything you can give me.” Another light kiss, and Lucian kept his eyes onShea’s. “Understood?”
“Yes, Luke. I...” Shea let out a shaky breath and dampness gleamed under dark eyelashes. Hugging Lucianclose, Shea nodded. “I understand.”
Lucian watched Shea for a handful of seconds, aching at the need, wondering at the depth of the anguish, and determined to sate the first and vanquish the second. “Touchand do as youlike, youmayalways ask for actions, not only about them.” Lucian tasted Shea, tongue sliding in a wet lash with Shea’s big hands hesitantly roaming along Lucian’s back and flank. “Safe and wanted here, sweet Shea,” Lucian whispered into Shea’s mouth, and sucked the next breath that left Shea’s lungs. “And I wish to take my next piece of pleasure bysuckingyour cock, ifyou’llpermit me.”
“Please?”Shea gulped. “Please do.”
“Mm, gladly.” Lucian used his tongue to draw a line from Shea’s throat to the center of Shea’s chest. He paused to encourage Shea’s slow hands onto his shoulder and into his hair, and skimmed a wet trail down the gully between ridges of muscle. He stopped again at belly button, biting at the indentation, and Shea’s fingers tightened. Lucian petted Shea’s thighs to ease them wider and the pads of thumbs crossed thin, raised scars. Lucian swallowed and shoved aside that information to draw back and drink the sight of Shea like a parched man would partake of the last sip of liquid on earth. Planes of skin with a sweat-sheen. Soft hair, dark curls widening to thicken around the base of Shea’s dick and dip between Shea’s legs. A thick, heavyerectionbeggingto be tortured.
“Gorgeous, sweet Shea, truly,” Lucian praised, breathless. He bent to lick along the underside, the ring of his thumb and forefinger steadying and stroking while Luciansucked Shea into his mouth.
Shea cried out, and his hips twitched before he let out a slow sigh. Lucian lapped around the head, groaning at the silken feel and sweet taste, and Shea’s entire body rolled. Lucian propped on an elbow, caressed Shea’s leg. Lucianencouraged movement with a squeeze, hoping Shea would translate the praise. Shea’s breath filled Lucian’s ears, and carnality blotted out conscious thought. Lucian sucked with wet sounds, divinglower ina careless pace untillips met hand.
“Nnngh. Oh, Lord, Luke! Ahh.” Shea cupped Lucian’s head with one hand in a grip gentle enough to clasp a dandelion. The other hand fisted the blankets by them both, arm taut and trembling. Lucian gazed up at Shea’s face, the tight seal of lips and fingers never faltering. He could practically see the layers being stripped away from Shea: the rough facade, the genius underneath, the old friend worried for what Lucian would think given new knowledge and insight. In a terrifying second punctuated by a soft moan, Shea was not merely confidant, submissive, partner, lover, or victim. Shea was all and everything, and Lucian didn’t know what to do with the towering wall of need seeing Shea undone created. He came off Shea with a rattling pant. Lucian swamfor the surface of clarity and sucked at Shea’s balls, stillstrokingShea’s saliva-slicked cock.
Warm palm cradling Lucian’s jaw, Shea stroked Lucian’s cheek withhis thumb. “Mm... Y-youallright?”
Luciannodded, lickingup to press tongue to Shea’s tip, digat the slit, and Shea moaned and twisted. Lucian stared at the rise and fall of Shea’s chest, at Shea’s parted lips, and the demands of cock overthrew the flailing of mind. “Wondering if you want a taste of me?” he asked, the words dragging and heavy with the effort to keep themclear.
Agroan was his first answer, but Shea took a deep ragged breath and released the death grip on the blanket. “My esurience to savor your arousalknows no bounds, Sire.”
Lucian chuckled, equally amused, delighted, and irritated at Shea’s ability to speak thesaurus. “Then you shall,” he said, rising, turning, and straddling Shea’s upper body, stillstrokingShea.
“Oh. Yes.” Shea’s voice was lust-drenched, and Lucian shuddered. Shea wriggled further down on the bed, moaning when Lucian picked up speed on his dick. Shea brushed the side of Lucian’s cock, a deliberate, slow slide of calloused hand against warm skin, before Shea wrapped his fingers about Lucian.
“Nn-good,” Lucian said, tucking chin to watch in delirious anticipation. Shea licked his lips, sighed in delight, and breathed against Lucian’s head before gripping and tugging Lucian down a fraction of an inch closer so that his lips could close over Lucian’s crown.
Lucian didn’t pay any attention to the noise he made, though it rattled off the walls. Shea’s name filled his brain, throbbed intime to the pulse he felt against the damp tongue teasing him. The sight and sensation forced his legs wider and cock further into Shea’s awaiting mouth. He licked at Shea, engulfing head and upper half in a harsh suck, cupping Shea’s balls with a calculated squeeze.
The hot walls enclosing Lucian vibrated in a garbled cry, and Lucian mimicked the sound. Shea shuddered and gripped one of Lucian’s ass cheeks with his free hand. Lucian gulped for air, working Shea faster, and Shea pumped along Lucian’s wet length. He swallowed, taking Lucian past the back of Shea’s mouthand into his throat.
Body helplessly seeking more, Lucian managed to stop himself from outright fucking the mobile, velvet tunneldriving himmad with greed. He slid too far down Shea, gagged, and growled in irritation. He let Shea loose long enough to spit and soak his fingers, two of them seeking and circling Shea’s asshole while Lucian resumed the suction on Shea’s cock. A desperate rumble accompanied the tight ring of muscle flexing against Lucian’s fingertips, and Shea convulsed. The hand on Lucian’s length spread to cradle his pelvis before lifting Lucian’s lower body. Shea coughed, chest heavingagainst Lucian.
“S-sorry,” Shea stuttered, and apologetically licked at Lucian before sucking him in again. Lucian’s vision tinged gray behind his squeezed lids, the pleasure he held caged in his balls, belly, and base of his spine threatening to break free. He got completely overloaded by sound, smell, and slippery slide, and had to do, else he succumb.
Tossing hair and shoving an elbow into the back of Shea’s knee, Lucian bent Shea further and wider. He traced a line over the side of Shea’s swelling dick, stroking firmer and using the weep of pre-come to mix withspittle and quickenthe motion. Shea made the kind of helpless sounds that were only possible with a filled mouth and that only added more fuel to the fire frying Lucian’s nerves. Lucian bypassed Shea’s nuts and used the flat of his tongue to explore Shea’s fluttering entrance, fingertips assistingthe quest byexposingmore pink for Lucianto relish.
The body under Lucian’s drew taut, a startled warning rose fromShea’s chest, and as Lucian stroked and licked again, Shea came. Lips and hands clamped down on Lucian’s cock and body, but no edge of teeth touched him. Come splashed against Lucian’s shoulder and dripped to Shea’s belly, and Shea gasped for air throughhis nose.
“Oooh, Christ, Shea.” Lucian’s whisper was threaded with a moan. He milked every last drop from Shea, and pulled out of Shea’s mouth. Turning, Lucian caught a running line of fluid fromShea’s abs, humming in delight at the taste. Shea’s hands opened and closed, eyes unfocused, and Lucian straddled Shea’s head and shoulders. He petted hair and cheek, set his cock to Shea’s lower lip. “MyShea,”he muttered.
Shea’s hazy gaze lifted to Lucian’s face. “Yours, my prince,” Shea whispered against Lucian’s tip and licked witha breathygroanbefore openingfor Lucian.
Strangling on a noise of possessiveness and relief, Luciancupped Shea’s head, let the other manadjust for angles, and plunged, shallow and quick, into Shea’s mouth. Palms smoothed over his ass and legs, his hair swayed to trail on pillows, and Lucian hissed through teethwhenhe sought depthand it was granted to him.
“Oh,” Lucian managed on a hitching breath. “Oh, God, Shea--!” He stared at his cock vanishing between Shea’s lips, memorized the lax line of eyelashes on Shea’s flushed cheeks, and it was over far too soon. The orgasm ripped from balls to crown, tightening ass and leg and lower body in a vicious clench. Lucian’s hand slammed against the top of the headboard, rattling it, and he spilled down Shea’s throat with a garbled shout. Shea sucked eagerly at him until Lucian withdrew, thighs trembling and giving way. Lucian caught himself on the pillows on either side of Shea’s head. He managed to shift lower and then sprawl on top of Shea, pleasure still uncoiling in his groin in tiny tremors.
Shea petted up and down Lucian’s back, one wrapped about his waist, the other his shoulders, and Shea hugged him while still panting for breath. As heartbeats slowed, Shea finally shifted, turning to rub chinlightlyagainst Lucian’s hair.
“That was really good,” Shea said with relief and wonder woveninto his soft mutter. “Thank you.”
“It was a pleasure to conduct this experiment in our compatibility in the bedroom,” Lucian mumbled against Shea’s chest, not bothering to move. “Delighted it was a success.”