The Alpha King (Kingdom of Askara #1)(24)
Luca groaned at the first touch of Kit’s fingers on his shoulders and Kit smiled. He purposely dug in, feeling the tight muscles hard against his hands, and concentrated on the knots he could feel in the back of Luca’s neck. For a while Kit had been a body servant to an old lady. He had been lucky as she had treated him fairly, and he had learned all sorts of tricks. She-wolves were never allowed to shift without the permission of an Alpha and there were a lot of older females who could no longer shift when they needed to. Consequently, many were suffering diseases associated with human old age, and this lady had bad arthritis. Kit learned how to treat her sore and twisted limbs with certain creams to bring her relief. He had been happy there for eight months before the old lady had died, then her son had sold him to a beta-wolf.
The beta-wolf was cruel, like so many other masters he had, but Kit had known he must travel so he had run away and set off to reach Caedra. He had spent five years moving around Caedra and the last two working for Hendrick before the choosing and was beginning to despair he wouldn’t survive long enough to meet Luca again.
“Where did you learn to do that?” Luca groaned again in appreciation as Kit’s fingers reached the base of his spine. Kit smiled. He had no intention of discussing his life up to this point. Not yet, anyway. He was sure Luca was asleep by the time he had reached his feet. His large body was completely sprawled out. Slow deep breaths exhaled rhythmically from soft lips. His head was turned to one side, and his beautiful, gray eyes were closed, the dark lashes fanning his cheeks.
Kit paused and drank him in. Luca’s skin was a shade lighter than his own light brown. But he was tanned. Most of the wolves were indicating the amount of time they spent outside, but Luca’s body was a sight to behold. His arms were easily the width of Kit’s legs. Powerful muscles shaped and curved, and even at rest Kit could see how strong he was.
Kit felt a fluttering in his belly and watched as Luca rolled over onto his back, his breaths slowed and even. The bed looked so tempting with Luca stretched out on it, so Kit lay down quietly so as not to disturb him. Lay and closed his eyes. He wasn’t asleep. He was just content to be close.
Luca was like a furnace, but Kit’s skin burned just as hot. The heat radiating off the man was incredible and he smelled so damn good. He knew wolves used no scent because their noses were so sensitive. Kit inhaled and closed his eyes, his mind drifting. It was like when he had first become a kitchen slave. He had been clumsy and dropped a tray with some knives on, and one of them had sliced his foot. He had been in agony, but the old cook had given him some leaves to chew. In minutes he had been pain free but still unable to stand. Whatever had been in the leaves sent him flying higher than a bird. He vaguely remembered the cook chuckling and laying him on a pallet to sleep it off.
This was similar but as he took another deep breath in, Kit wasn’t floating, he was completely focused. Luca’s broad chest. The dark hairs that his fingers ached to twist themselves in. The deep rise and fall, and the smooth skin begging to be touched. Without conscious thought, Kit’s breaths were soon timed to Luca’s. Each inhale sent a warm, tingling feeling through his body that started in his chest and spread everywhere. Sounds faded away as an awareness took hold, each breath in and out deeper until he felt like they were touching, and yet Kit still hadn’t dared reach out.
Kit’s mouth dried as awareness crept into his groin. He could feel the pull of... something—desire? Or was it more? His cock lengthened and he pressed his lips together firmly to stop the breathy moan escaping. He almost shook on the next inhale. Luca’s scent swamped him. Need ramped up inside his body, and he was helpless to control it. His hand snaked out to feather the soft nipple nearest to him. Luca’s skin puckered immediately.
“You have magic fingers,” Luca drawled, not opening his eyes. Kit moaned. Luca’s eyes shot open at the noise.
“Turn over.” Kit managed to gasp out, gratification washing over him at the speed at which Luca moved, all eager. Luca sighed slowly and relaxed. Kit threaded his fingers through Luca’s hair and gently massaged his scalp. He had to get himself under control. He was fast losing the ability to reason.
“How’s your headache?”
“What headache?” Luca said dreamily and he rolled lazily onto his back.
Kit’s fingers grazed Luca’s arms and he took each hand in his own to press his thumbs into Luca’s palms. Luca groaned again. The sound vibrated through Kit, fluttering where it settled in his belly. Kit closed his eyes and trailed his hands up and over Luca’s chest, letting his fingers tangle through the dark hairs and reaching his nipples—
A strong hand clamped into his and Kit’s eyes flew open. Luca’s deep gray eyes were wide open and fixed on him. His full lips lifted teasingly in an enquiring smile. Suddenly Kit’s mouth was too dry to even swallow. “You are, I think, overdressed my little omega.”
The words trickled down Kit’s spine and his cock twitched and hardened. Without waiting for a response, Luca sat up, immediately towering over Kit. Kit’s hands rose to his shirt but Luca batted them away impatiently and grabbed the hem. Kit lifted his arms quickly, or else it would tear as Luca pulled it up and threw it on the floor. He pressed a hand into Kit’s chest and Kit lay down obediently. It took Luca barely seconds before Kit was completely naked and he flushed as Luca looked admiringly at him. Luca lay down on his elbow next to him, and gently cupped Kit’s throat with his big hand. No pressure, no threat, but it was clear Kit was completely at Luca’s mercy. His breath caught and Kit could feel the desperate need to be touched flow through his body.