The Alpha King (Kingdom of Askara #1)(29)

Made for me.

Kit raised his eyes and looked at Luca in astonishment. They couldn’t read each other’s minds. They could just talk to each other without words, but Kit sometimes thought he could get a sense of what Luca was thinking, an awareness. But this time Luca seemed to know what he was thinking.

Luca turned and laid Kit down flat on his back, propped himself up on his elbow, and smiled. “I would guess that’s what you were thinking,” he said seductively.

“I was.” Kit blew a small breath out in relief. He had guessed, he didn’t know. Kit just had time to inhale sharply as Luca bent his head and his hot tongue swirled around his nipple. The delicious, nerve-tingling sudden heat nearly had Kit bucking off the bed. He let out a soft, pleading whine. Luca grunted in response. It was an of course kind of a grunt. As if Luca were saying, “Of course, it was good, what were you expecting?”

His large hands roamed Kit’s body. Every touch inflaming his skin until Kit was writhing for Luca to touch the one place he hadn’t. Luca’s head was getting lower. He kissed Kit’s belly, mouthed his groin, and licked his balls. Kit panted. He needed. “Please,” he gasped as Luca’s tongue veered off in another direction. If he didn’t take him in his mouth he would explode.

“I want to be inside you,” Luca said solemnly and nuzzled into the few hairs in Kit’s groin. Kit could have cried with frustration. His hands were on Luca’s shoulders, nails digging in, desperately trying to direct Luca’s head where he wanted it to go. “I want you ready for me,” Luca said.

“I am. I am, please,” Kit begged, head thrashing from side to side, hands fisting. His cock was so hard, so wanting, but at the same time he was so empty. Luca lifted up and flipped Kit onto his front, knees bunched under him, but the rest of him flat to the bed. His arms wouldn’t have held him up anyway.

“You are so wet,” Luca groaned, his hands parting Kit’s ass cheeks and his thumbs tracing his crack, swirling the fluid that leaked from his hole. “I want you so badly.”

“Please,” Kit begged, over and over. He didn’t care what Luca thought. There was nothing in his world that he needed more. At that very second Kit was convinced he would die if Luca didn’t fill him up. Luca grunted once more and Kit felt the wide head of Luca’s cock graze his entrance. Fierce heat seemed to roll over him.

“Push out,” Luca instructed, but it wasn’t necessary. Luca pushed and gasped as Kit seemed to suck him right in. It was perfect. “I—” Luca couldn’t seem to find the words. “How do you?”

“Move,” Kit pleaded. He wasn’t ready to be questioned. Why couldn’t Luca just accept they were made for each other? Why did he— “Oh,” Kit gasped as Luca pulled back and then pushed in harder. “Again,” he begged. Luca grabbed his hips to anchor Kit and rammed himself into Kit hard, over and over. He wasn’t stopping to ask if it hurt. He wasn’t being gentle. It was hard. It was furious, and it was absolutely perfect. Luca shuddered, stiffened, and Kit felt him swell even more until Luca could barely move in his tight channel, Luca’s cock scraping his prostate over and over.

Luca reached under Kit but just as he clasped Kit’s cock firmly Kit saw stars as his world exploded. Wave after wave of pure bliss carried him, and if Luca hadn’t kept firm hold he was sure he would have flown apart. Luca sagged over Kit’s back and groaned weakly. “Baby,” he whispered, and tried to pull back a little.

“Mmmf,” Kit mumbled as a shower of sparks lit his insides again when Luca tried to move his giant cock.

Luca stilled, and then took a breath and tried to move back again. Kit cried out as another orgasmic wave threatened. “D-don’t move,” he stammered. Luca’s cock had swollen and he almost seemed stuck. He felt Luca pause and grow still behind him, but Luca made no move to get free. Kit groaned and wriggled his hips and another delicious tremor shot though him. “Luca,” he gasped. “What—oh!” His cock, swollen and already hard once again, erupted suddenly as another orgasm stole his breath.

Kit panted, his eyes closed, but even on his tiny inhales he could feel the pressure building in his groin again. “What is it?” Kit was barely able to form words. Never in his wildest dreams could he ever put a name to the feelings rushing through him. Another climatic wave built up and he whimpered in confusion.

“Shush, baby,” Luca soothed. He almost sounded apologetic, but his hands roamed, comforting but almost too much on Kit’s sensitive skin. Kit whined helplessly as the pressure in him built up, Luca still swollen and plunged deep in his ass. Another second and his body tensed as rapture seemed to fill his mind. Pure bliss exploded in him and his vision finally darkened, Kit, convinced he would fly apart, just sank into a welcoming darkness safely tethered in Luca’s arms.

He wasn’t sure how long he lay senseless, but he became aware of himself slowly. Tears pricked weakly behind his still closed eyes as he realized he was still held. He didn’t think he could have survived waking up alone.

“Kit?” The worried rumble in Luca’s voice had him stirring. His ass throbbed but it was empty.

He licked his dry lips. Luca had moved him at some point so that now Luca lay on his back and Kit was tucked into his side. The steady thump thump of Luca’s heart soothed him. He felt a kiss on his head and as Luca moved slightly something cool pressed against his lips. Kit opened his lips and gratefully slurped the water, some escaping as Luca laid him on his side.