Sky and Storm ( Warriors of Vis #1)(12)
Time, space, surroundings, none of that was clear. Storm saw blinding lights when he came, roaring and thrusting up through his release. In the back of his mind he was aware of Sky’s hot seed coating their chests and bellies, and his own name leaving his husband’s lips. Storm whispered Sky’s name and kissed his neck, keeping him close and not letting him move. He just couldn’t let go. If he released Sky, the spell would be broken. So they both dozed off right where they were to awaken again, grinding against the other on instinct, till passion took over and they both chased their next climax.
It went on like that till they both fell into a deep slumber, both beyond exhaustion. Storm had never pushed his body so far, not outside battle, and even then the deep, dreamless sleep that followed had never been part of the deal. Although they had fallen asleep in a less than comfortable position and he guessed they hadn’t slept for that long, Storm woke up with a wide grin on his face. He breathed Sky in and squeezed him in a tight embrace. Storm knew he couldn’t move without waking him up, so he didn’t even try. Storm rolled to his side and brushed the long, silky strands away from Sky’s face, kissing his cheek, his nose and then his forehead.
Sky smiled before stretching and opening his eyes. When they locked gazes, Sky froze, his lips parting as he took in a long, steadying breath. Storm couldn’t help chuckling at the horror and shame painted on his face.
“Storm, I…” he started in a shaky voice. Storm’s hand darted out and he placed a finger on Sky’s lips.
“Don’t. Don’t apologize and don’t try to explain,” he said, his fingers moving from Sky’s lips to a wild strand of hair. His husband nodded and then tried a smile, the curving of his lips so subtle, so tentative, it looked as if Sky had never actually smiled before. Storm pulled Sky in his arms, sighing at the warm contact and kissing the top of his head. Sky froze first, but then relaxed in the embrace, nuzzling Storm as his breathing evened out.
Perfect. Storm allowed himself a few moments of daydreaming, imagining many more nights of passion and waking up with his husband in his arms. He looked out the window, feeling his frown coming before it twisted his forehead. Those were stupid dreams, it had been nothing but a fluke and Sky would probably go back to his lovers, leaving Storm with nothing but the thought of his next battle. He tightened his grip around Sky, determined to prolong the moment as long as he could.
“That was the best night of my life,” a half-asleep Sky mumbled, striking Storm like lightning. Heat and shivers raced through his body as he blinked feverishly, not sure he had heard him correctly. A soft kiss placed on Storm’s chest gave him hope it might have been more than his imagination. Storm closed his eyes, trying to keep his emotions at bay. He decided he should probably try to get some more rest and see if a fully-awake Sky would feel the same way.
CHAPTER VI
All Good Things
SKY HAD ALMOST DRIFTED back to sleep when a loud bang startled him. Both he and Storm jumped up, looking at each other and then to the door. The man on the other side smashed his fist into the door again, calling Storm’s name.
“What the fuck is it?” Storm yelled as he slid out of bed and walked naked to the door. Sky’s breath caught at the sight of Storm’s beautiful form, all bulging muscles and warrior stance. He tilted his head, taking it all in. It was quite puzzling how Storm could be so strong and well-defined without looking too bulky. There was a certain grace about him, probably something from his royal-blooded mother, because the king certainly lacked it. Storm moved like a wild cat on the prowl. Beautiful to watch, yet deadly.
Storm yanked the door open and exchanged a few whispered words with the man who had disturbed them. He swore.
“Go get my guard ready. We’ll ride the moment I’m dressed,” Storm muttered through clenched teeth and slammed the door shut. He turned to face Sky, his jaw set and his lips pressed tight.
Sky felt the need to run to his husband, to ease the strain and kiss that frown away. He thought better of it and just sat there on the bed, looking at Storm stalking closer and waiting to hear what had happened. It couldn’t be good.
Storm sat next to him on the bed and took Sky’s hand in his, kissing his knuckles. “I have to go, there’s been an incident.”
It was less of an explanation than Sky needed, but he found himself nodding and giving Storm a half smile.
“We’ll talk when I return,” Storm said and then hurried to wash up and get dressed in his combat gear. When he was ready to leave, he came to Sky, placed two fingers under his chin and raised his face, kissing him thoroughly. Sky was still dizzy long after the loud bang of the door to their bedchamber announced Storm’s departure. He sighed and decided it was time to get out from between the sheets. It was impossible to get any more sleep right now, his mind a messy fuzz, his body on fire, he could have never calmed down.
Sky made quick work of getting ready for the new day, not bothering to call for Sera. He was quite sure Storm had seen everything, there was no point anymore. He felt famished and thirsty and needed breakfast.
Sky went downstairs to be greeted by a lively breakfast table. The king and queen were there, so was Cloud, and… yes, the fucking princess from Estas. Of course! He expected his hunger to disappear, but a low rumble in his stomach told him otherwise. He greeted everyone and gave in to Cloud’s demands to sit next to her. She leaned in close and whispered who everyone else was. Apparently, Estas had not been the only one sending its women and envoys. Sky nodded to everything his sister-in-law explained but he really couldn’t care less. The previous evening had been a failure for them, but they were still here and he was sure they’d poke each other’s eyes out for a chance to be Storm’s concubine.