Sky and Storm ( Warriors of Vis #1)(20)
All their conversations on war and military strategy came back to him. Storm had been great at fighting, but his purpose was always defense, not to become the conqueror he was today. Storm had sacrificed so much of himself for Sky. Sky hoped it had been worth it. As he kissed his husband with all the pent-up passion he had, Sky silently swore to do everything he could to make it worthwhile from then on.
CHAPTER IX
The Paradise
DESPITE HIS BEST EFFORTS, Storm still failed to do what he wanted the most. Take his husband to bed and rediscover his body, this time without Sky being inebriated. He wanted Sky to choose him, as he had that night, but without the excuse of alcohol. He had struck out, however. Their deep conversation had been interrupted by a loud, incessant knock that Storm could not ignore. He had followed one of his warriors to his father’s quarters. The king demanded a full report on the state of the fighting, on why Storm had not come straight to him.
The king was a pompous idiot, Storm knew that now. He had been piss-poor as a warrior, so he had married twice to secure lands and alliances. Later, the king had wanted to use his son for the same purpose and when Storm had refused, he’d nudged him just enough to turn him into a fierce conqueror, completely untouched by the idea of shedding the blood of hordes of enemy warriors. Storm had to recognize his father’s qualities. The man always knew what weaknesses to put pressure on, how to manipulate, how to turn everything in his favor.
The king’s second wife was also great at whispering in his ear, chanting him songs of praise and making him feel as if he ruled the entire world. She was so good at stroking his ego, the king had forgotten who had won him his many lands, who the soldiers were loyal to and who his subjects really feared. That made for an advantage Storm did not want to draw attention to, not yet.
Storm sat in the uncomfortable chair in front of the large desk his father was sitting behind and indulged him as best as he could.
When he was finally dismissed, he stormed out the door and broke into a run up the stairs to his and Sky’s floor. His husband was just coming out of their bedchamber and Storm nearly crashed into him. He somehow managed to pin Sky against the door, a low growl of lust and possessiveness erupting from his throat.
“I thought I was never getting back to you,” Storm said in what he intended as whispers and turned out to be a low, need-laced, husky voice. Sky’s pupils dilated, his own lust responding to Storm’s.
Smiling so widely his cheeks hurt, Storm picked his husband up and walked him back into the bedroom, making a sinuous line to his destination – their bed. They both fell on it, rolling around and laughing.
“I thought I’d go crazy waiting for you,” Sky said, his eyes dancing with excitement. “I was thinking of barging in, mention some made-up emergency. Then I thought I’d might just cause trouble for you and relented.”
Storm rolled on top of him and crushed his lips to Sky’s, tasting him and moaning at the sweet aroma he had so easily gotten addicted to. “I probably would have run off with you before you had a chance to talk. You’re so gorgeous, I can barely see straight.” Storm pinned his husband down, holding his hands above his head, and straddling him. Sky’s hips snapped up in response, rubbing his hardened cock against Storm’s. Groaning deeply, Storm forgot all about talking and playing around. He needed Sky, he needed him so badly, he tore Sky’s shirt off, getting a startled yelp in return. Storm shed his own silk shirt off and moved lower on Sky’s body, just enough to be able to completely undress his husband.
The glistening head of Sky’s cock made Storm gulp. His eyes fluttered closed as Storm tried to regain some level of control over his body and his reactions. He felt Sky fumbling to unfasten Storm’s trousers and helped him by wiggling out of them. They got stuck on Storm’s boots which he’d forgotten to take off and he hissed in frustration, struggling to free his legs.
Sky’s laughter and Storm’s final attempt to release himself brought forward his own chuckle. One leg to go and he was done. He heard a tearing sound and held up what used to be one of his favorite pairs of trousers. He turned to see a red-faced Sky rolling around the bed, both his hands clutching at his belly. Sky was laughing so hard, Storm thought he might suffocate.
“Oh, well, so much for you,” Storm said with a shrug and threw the rags away. He reached for Sky and pulled him closer, silencing his laughter with small kisses peppered on his neck and down the golden skin of his chest. The last shred of laughter turned into a long moan when Storm’s lips closed around Sky’s nipple, sucking it harshly. Sky arched off the bed, forgetting all amusement and squirming to get closer. He did not let up until every inch of their bodies was touching.
“I need you, Sky. I want to be inside you so badly,” Storm whispered between more open-mouthed kisses all over Sky’s torso. Sky’s arms snaked around him and pulled him on top. Sky spread his legs and then locked them around Storm’s waist.
“What are you waiting for? I need it just as much,” Sky whispered, thrusting forward and moaning.
Storm pressed a long, wet kiss on his husband’s lips. “You are really new at this. I need to get you ready, otherwise it will hurt.”
Sky frowned and stared at him. “It did not hurt last time.”
“Oh, gods.” Storm let his head fall and rested his forehead on Sky’s chest, right over his heart. For a moment, Storm got lost in the rhythmic thuds, listening to them as they joined his own heartbeats. “Last time, my love… Last time you were drunk. I had also spent some time getting you relaxed and ready. Should I remind you, you’d already spilled your seed twice?”