by Sunny Day
Lan closed his eyes, letting his head drop against the chair’s back.
His muscles still ached from the fight with Arin. The king was very good, no question about that. But the fight proved to be more problematic for his mind.
Was Arin flirting with him?
He had been aroused. There was no doubt about that. Lan’s skin heated as he remembered. But it could have only been the excitement from the fight. He wouldn’t be the first man to have something like that happen. Hell, Lan had more than once become half-hard during an especially challenging battle. It was nothing new.
But Arin couldn’t have missed Lan’s blatant ogling when Lan first joined him, and he went forth with the battle. A lesser man could have thrown him out of the castle right away for something like that.
No doubt about it, he was imagining things, and he could have cursed his foolishness in letting his dick dictate his behavior.
It didn’t stop him from jerking off while bathing after the fight, and try as he might, he couldn’t get rid of the vision of golden eyes staring at him and long, beringed fingers on his body.
Unconsciously, Lan touched his shoulder, where the scraping of Arin’s beard left the skin sensitive.
No. He shook his head to clear it. What was plaguing him was easily cured by a visit to one of the town’s brothels. Lan resolved to take care of it as soon as the next day. Maybe he would be able to find someone that looked a little like Arin. Oh, yes, definitely one that big, one that could easily hold him down with only his brute strength. He could learn to quite enjoy that.
He was jarred out of his musings by the knock at the door.
“Come in,” he called, belting his robe.
The page in the doorway respectfully bowed. “The king requests your presence, Lord Lan.”
Lan blinked. That was surprise. “I see. I’ll be there first thing in the morning.”
The page didn’t budge. “The king meant now.”
“Now? As in right now?” Lan glanced at lit torches in the hall behind them. It was late. He would have guessed that, even here, most people were asleep or preparing to retire.
The boy nodded. Lan found himself guessing what could be Arin’s reason for such a summons. Was something wrong?
His gaze fell on the chest filled with his clothes.
“I need to get dressed then.”
“The king said now.”
Speechless, Lan stared at the page, but it seemed like he was being offered no choice. He tightened his robe and crossed toward the door. “Lead the way then,” he said, hoping he sounded normal.
The page seemed to know where he was going, and the corridors, long as they were, were well-lit with numerous torches and candles. They weren’t empty, but no one said anything to Lan about the way he was dressed. He shrugged. He wouldn’t have tolerated it anyway, but this unnerved him. He wondered what those summons were about.
The page finally stopped in front of huge oak doors with Arin’s coat of arms emblazoned upon them. The dragon glared at them. The page reached for a brass rung that hung from one of the dragon’s claws and pulled. The door opened.
“The king is waiting for you, sir,” the page said.
Lan blinked but obediently went inside. The door swished closed behind him. He was now in Arin’s quarters.
“There you are,” said Arin’s voice. “What took you so long? I was tempted to go looking for you myself. ”
He didn’t sound angry, though, just amused. Lan squinted in darkness to find Arin kneeling in front of the fireplace, putting more logs in the hearth.
For a moment, Lan just stared. “My lord? Should I call someone?”
Arin snorted. “Of course not.” Arin stood up and brushed his palms on his knees. “What kind of king would I be if I didn’t know how to light a fire?”
As on cue, the bright flame flared up in the fireplace, lightening the whole room. Arin grunted in satisfaction. He swung around, and his eyes lit up when he saw Lan. His gaze heated.
“I’m sorry. Did I drag you out of bed?”
Lan colored.
“No, sire. I just—” He made a helpless gesture. “The boy said it was urgent.” His words trailed off. He was tired and confused, and now he felt foolish, too. It was not a feeling he relished.
“Mmm.” Arin boldly stepped closer until he was invading Lan’s personal space, their faces inches apart. Reminded of the way Arin’s body blended against his, Lan swallowed and turned his head. He gulped when he noticed the huge four-poster bed with dark green draperies, which occupied half of the room. The covers were turned down, so it looked inviting. There was a wooden chest with clothes sticking out of it and a sword in its sheath leaning on it. It was a man’s room, for a man and not a king. It was intimate, simple, and warm. Lan realized those must be Arin’s private chambers. Panic flooded him.
“My lord, I...”
A smile stretched Arin’s lips. His fingers traced Lan’s lips. Lan’s mouth went dry at the touch. He found the man in front of him extremely arousing.
“You keep calling me that,” Arin said, his fingers still lightly caressing Lan’s lips. “I can’t say I don’t like it,” he continued, a wicked gleam in his eyes, “but I think…” He paused, his hand sliding to touch Lan’s throat. “That I would prefer if you called me by name in these situations. After all,” he whispered, his hand dipping lower to delve under the robe and pinch one nipple, “I can’t be getting a hard- on every time you call me ‘my lord.’ That could be...embarrassing.”
Arin’s thumb was now gently rubbing Lan’s abused nipple. A surge of desire followed each small circle.
“My lord, I don’t—”
“Haven’t we just talked about it? It’s Arin.”
The hand on his chest pushed him backward. Lan kept walking until his legs hit something. He yelped in surprise before landing on something soft. He twisted to see he was now lying upon the bed.
“There,” Arin practically purred, climbing on top of him. “Now I have you where I want you.”
Lan opened his mouth to protest, only to be silenced with a kiss.
Arin’s warm, full lips found his, Arin’s tongue licking gently at the seams of his mouth. Lan moaned, Arin’s hand rubbing suggestively his shoulders and arms. He felt his body go slack, the kiss making him dizzy, sensations spiraling inside him.
“That’s better,” Arin whispered, moving his head to mouth Lan’s ear. His beard rubbed against Lan’s skin, adding a thrill to the kissing.
Arin suddenly retreated, Lan moaning involuntary in protest. Smiling, Arin shook his head. “Shh. It’s all right.” Both men were breathing hard. Lan blinked, feeling like he just had woken from a dream. Arin’s pupils were dilated, and his lips were swollen and red. It was an unbelievably sexy look.
He straightened, straddling Lan, his strong thighs rubbing Lan’s hips and causing his breath to hitch. He grabbed the edges of his tunic and pulled it over his head, baring a strong, masculine chest. By that time, Lan’s brain had made an appearance.
“Wait,” he said, attempting to sit up. Arin’s eyes flashed. Moments later, he pushed Lan back on the bed, stretching on top of him.
“You aren’t going to decide it’s too much and escape me now, are you?” he asked, settling himself between Lan’s legs. Small movements were massaging Lan’s dick, making it harden and start to leak.
Lan shut his eyes. “I...my lord, I don’t know what you want from me.”
Arin laughed, his breath tickling Lan’s neck. His tongue followed the path along Lan’s collarbone.
“Come on, Lan. Why do you think I called you into my personal chambers at this time?” His tongue left a trail of fire.
At the same time, he worked Lan’s robe open. Lan’s pale nipples peaked under the bite of cold air.
Arin’s gaze sharpened. He swept one nipple with his thumb, making Lan shudder.
“So responsive,” Arin murmured then bent his head to fasten his mouth at Lan’s exposed collarbone, bit
ing into the soft flesh. Lan’s dick jumped. Arin continued to suck gently then pulled his mouth off, licking the quickly appearing bruise.
Lan gasped. His body arched, pressing insistently into Arin’s.
“Not so soon, darling,” Arin murmured, “but soon.”
Lan wanted to be offended, but it was hard when he was trying to rub against the muscular thigh wedged between his legs. He clenched his teeth.
Arin chuckled then pushed his robe out of the way, raising it slightly to completely bare Lan’s body. Lan bit back a protest when the delicious friction stopped. It morphed into a moan when a strong hand found his cock and wrapped around it, giving it a good squeeze. He gasped.
“You like this, don’t you?” Arin asked. Without waiting for an answer, he continued stroking him, his thumb sweeping over the flushed, leaking tip and smearing pearly liquid all over its length. It made it easier for Lan to push into his fist, so that was what he did. Exquisite pleasure flooded his body. He let his head fall onto the bed. Then something penetrated his lust-filled brain. He blinked, turning his head. His eyes widened. The sword leaning on Arin’s dresser was glowing. The light was soft and pale blue, its intensity wavering, but there was no doubting its glow. The faint taste of magic emanated from it. It zeroed on Lan and pushed into him, heightening his arousal. Too late, Lan tried to fight it. His blood heated.
“Arin, your sword—” he said.
The hand on his dick slid down to tease his balls. Arin turned his head toward the sword. “Never mind it.”
Raising on his elbows, Lan frowned at him.
“But it’s not...”
Giving him a smile, Arin slid down his body. His dark head bent over Lan’s belly.
He licked Lan’s cock.
“Mm. Nice,” he commented, licking his lips.
“Wait.” Lan’s hand landed on his shoulder. “You shouldn’t—you wouldn’t—”
Arin threw him a wicked glance. “Giving me orders now?”
“No, I just—”
“Good,” Arin purred. He spread Lan’s thighs, the cool surface of his rings pressing against Lan’s heated skin.
He opened his mouth and swallowed Lan’s prick, all the while staring into Lan’s eyes.
Lan’s head fell back, his fists clenching in the bedsheets. He wasn’t used to someone doing this. And even when it’d happened before, he didn’t remember it being this exciting. His thighs trembled. Tingles of pleasure raced up his skin as Arin’s tongue teased his slit.
A whoosh of air left Lan’s mouth. He watched Arin suck him, watched as his dark head bent further to take more of his length in. He cried out when Arin swallowed.
Arin instantly released him. Cold air tickled the damp skin of his cock.
“Don’t come yet,” he warned before he went back to sucking.
Lan bit into his lip.
Recognizing how close his lover was to the edge, Arin satisfied himself with just sucking on his tip, one hand reaching up to play with and fondle Lan’s balls. Lan felt like he was going to explode.
Arin had warned him not to come yet, and Lan found himself yearning to obey. It wasn’t easy, though.
Arin paused for a moment, putting two fingers into his mouth alongside Lan’s dick. Lan’s heart skipped a beat. Surely he wasn’t going to…
Yes, he was, he thought as two fingers found their way to his hole. He yelped, disliking the feeling, but his ass opened, swallowing the teasing digits greedily. It might have been helped by his complete concentration on his dick, which was still being expertly worked by Arin’s mouth.
“Please, I can’t—” he begged, only to gasp when those fingers found and rubbed something inside him. An electric jolt of pleasure surged through him, burning away any remaining resistance. His muscles clenched, his balls drawing up high. He yelled, his ass clamping on Arin’s fingers, his cock starting to spurt madly.
Arin didn’t release him, though, continuing to suck until he swallowed the last drop. It only served to prolong Lan’s orgasm.
Exhausted and sweaty, he collapsed on the bed.
“Damn,” he said, his voice hoarse. That surprised him.
Chuckling, Arin crawled up to drop a kiss on his shoulder. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he asked. “Hadn’t expected you to yell.”
“I did not!” Lan protested, then winced, realizing that was why his voice was breaking.
“Oh, hell,” he muttered, closing his eyes in mortification.
“It’s all right,” Arin said soothingly. “I’ll take it as a compliment to my skills.” He patted Lan’s belly.
Lan refused to answer.
“Turn around,” Arin said.
Glancing at the not insignificant bulge in Arin’s pants, Lan did as he was told.
He hated this position. Truth be told, he disliked the part that was to come in general, preferring to avoid it. It always hurt and left him wanting for something. He tended to avoid penetration when he was with his lovers, preferring to give and take pleasure with hands and mouth. However, he didn’t think Arin would listen to him, so he did as he was told.
And there was that sudden wave of pleasure that Arin’s fingers coaxed, his treacherous body reminded him. His face heated, but there was no denying that he had enjoyed Arin fingering his ass.
He got rid of his robe and positioned himself on his hands and knees, letting his forehead drop onto his arms.
“Very nice,” Arin commented, the bed dipping under his weight. His leather pants brushed against Lan’s ass.
“You should be ready for me,” he added, then grunted, no doubt as he freed his cock. Seconds later, the broad head pressed at Lan’s anus.
It hurt, just as he had expected. Arin gripped his hips and pushed.
The big dick slid inside like it was home. A twinge of pleasure followed Arin’s movements, making Lan blink in surprise. He had not expected that.
Arin retreated.
This time there was no denying it as the resulting surge of pleasure made Lan yell. The broad head passed just over the small gland inside him, sending an electric bolt of pleasure down his body.
His dick twitched.
A growl emerged from Arin’s chest. His fingers dug painfully into Lan’s hips. He slammed back.
“Wanted to do this since I had you pinned down in the practice room,” he growled.
Lan shuddered at the thought. He hadn’t quite disliked it.
Arin started fucking him in earnest, and soon Lan was writhing under him in a torrent of delicious feelings. He was gasping, pushing back at Arin and spurring him on with cries of delight. He couldn’t believe he was acting this wanton, but it was hard to think with that big dick lodged inside his body, sending waves of pleasure through him.
Arin’s grip on his hips tightened, and he pushed deep inside one last time. Surprised, Lan tried to twist away. He hadn’t let anyone spend inside him, but the position was awkward, and Arin’s greater strength prevailed. He held Lan still while he emptied into his ass. Startled, Lan realized he was coming, too, his cock spilling his release on the sheets under him and his chest.
Arin sighed, his weight coming to rest on Lan once again. He kissed Lan’s shoulder then gently extracted himself, rolling on his back onto the bed. He tugged at Lan, forcing him to come down and lie next to him.
Lan let himself rest for a moment, the strong body next to his luring him to sleep. He extracted himself reluctantly.
“I should go,” he said.
Arin snorted. He raised his arm, and Lan felt magic brush over both of them. He tensed, then relaxed as he recognized the cleaning spell. Well. That was handy, he thought drowsily. Another thought rose in his mind. Is he a mage then?
Arin’s arm tightened on him.
“Stay.”
Chapter 3
“You should come back,” Moira said almost as soon as her face appeared in a magic mirror hanging on the wall. Galena stared at her in disbelief. Moira’s face was calm and collected as always, as if she ha
dn’t just asked Galena to do something profoundly stupid. For a moment, she was tempted to break down the mirror. Since that wouldn’t deter Moira if the sorceress really wanted to talk to her, she refrained.
“Are you nuts? I’m not coming back. I just escaped.” She added as an afterthought, “And it’s getting harder to get away, you know. Arin is getting better at predicting what I’m going to do.”
“Well, he is not stupid,” Moira replied, “and you do know that you just irritate him when you leave without his permission.”
Galena grinned. “True. But I so enjoy myself when I come back.” She shivered as her pussy dampened at the delicious memories. Mmm. Arin was a magnificent lover, especially when he was angry. That unbridled passion...
Moira wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Please. I did not need to know that.”
Galena rolled her eyes. Like the whole palace didn’t know what the king and his promised queen were doing behind closed doors. Then again, maybe not.
“The thing is, Arin has a new toy.”
“And?” Galena snorted, sitting down in her armchair and crossing her legs. She suddenly wished this conversation was over. Her body was humming in anticipation.
“I think you are going to like him.”
Galena raised her brows. She was intrigued against her will. Moira never said this about any of Arin’s previous toys.
When Galena accompanied her father, a minor baron whose land’s lay high in the mountains, to Hearthstone to swear his fealty to the new king, she hadn’t expected to have a one-night stand turn into a marriage contract. She enjoyed big, strong men in her bed, and Arin fit the bill. He was also the king, and no two ways about it, an arrogant jerk who thought she was supposed to flutter her eyelashes in luxurious rooms in his castle all day long. As the only child of her father, Galena was trained as any of his men. She could track and shoot arrows with the best of them. It irritated her to be treated like some fragile flower, good for nothing—outside of bed, that is. Arin had no compunction being a wild and passionate lover. It hadn’t occurred to him that flowery-type women rarely were that interested in sex.