Sky and Storm ( Warriors of Vis #1)(25)

He forced his mind out of the trap it had fallen into and focused on the fast-approaching walls of the castle. Soon he’d be home, in Sky’s arms, and forget all this mess for a while. Forget about the blood and gore and worries about his kingdom’s future.

Storm flew through the gates, being forced to squeeze through a small opening. Those manning the castle gates weren’t quick enough to open them. Had they been asleep? Or had they misjudged how fast he’d make his way there. No matter, Storm was in too much of a hurry to stop and scold them for their negligence.

The closer Storm got to the castle, the harder his heart beat. Would Sky be happy to see him? Would the heaven they’d discovered only recently still be there, waiting for Storm and engulfing him in its intoxicating embrace? Or would Sky have reverted to his old self, the one that hated Storm? He shook his head, grumbling at his own lack of confidence and pushed his horse even harder.

In his rush to make it back to Sky, he almost missed the familiar clang of swords. On the battlefield, they were a constant part of his environment, almost a background noise. Here, they were rare when he was not around. The only soldiers in the castle in the middle of the day were guards or the sick and wounded. The rest were either out with Storm, or training outside Vis’s gates.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

The taunt hit Storm like an arrow to the heart. He forced his steed to stop and jumped off it. The moment his feet touched the ground he was running, guided by the clash of swords to the inner yard where he’d executed the rebels.

It can’t be. There is no reason for Sky to be fighting anyone. Although it had been many years since they’d trained together, the tone of the taunt was so familiar to Storm, he could almost picture the smirk on Sky’s face, the confident walk around his opponent, the decisive hold on the longsword. God, he’d missed seeing Sky like that!

The sudden flood of memories almost distracted Storm from his purpose: getting to Sky as fast as possible, then kill whoever dared raise a finger against him. Didn’t they know who Sky belonged to? Who belonged to Sky? They must have lost their minds to think they’d survive such an affront to the Dragon.

Storm reached the yard, out of breath but powered by the rushing blood flowing through his strained veins. Sky was on the ground, his sword up, crossed in a parry with another weapon. A man was on top of him, pressing his own sword down.

“Yield, pretty boy.”

It couldn’t be. Eagle? Storm took a closer look at Sky’s assailant. Why was his trusted swordsman attacking his husband?

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Storm yelled, his fists so tight it hurt.

Eagle looked at Storm over his shoulders, his eye bulging out. He tried to scramble away, but Sky’s sudden grip on Eagle’s arm stopped his retreat. “Don’t you fucking dare, kid! You won’t pretend you won this fight just because Storm interrupted us.”

“Sky, let him go. I’ll deal with him.”

“Stand back, Storm. You’re not getting in the middle of our training.”

Training? What the hell was Sky on about?

“Storm. Back. Off!” The strangled sound of Sky’s voice hit Storm full on and had him retreating for a couple of steps. To his utter dismay, his cock responded just as fast. Storm would have never guessed Sky’s angry, growl-like order would turn him on this badly. No time for that now, you idiot.

“Maybe we should stop,” Eagle said meekly.

“Admit defeat and we will,” Sky said, kicking Eagle off and jumping to his feet.

“Not on your life!” Eagle charged, his moves swift and precise. Sky parried, side-stepped, and pushed Eagle backward, making his opponent lose his balance. Sky had always been great at taking advantage of the smallest opening. In the blink of an eye, he had Eagle pinned against the stone wall, his sword kept safely away, and Sky’s own weapon pressing into Eagle’s nape.

“Yield, child,” Sky urged, his tone light with amusement.

“Fine, I yield.” Eagle dropped his sword and shrugged off a gloating Sky. His eyes darted to Storm, and he froze. Sky followed.

“Forget about him, I’ll keep him busy. Same time tomorrow morning?”

They did this on a regular basis? He’d have a word with Eagle and stop this nonsense. Maybe he should do it now.

Sky’s body encompassing his and closing around him cutting his air and movement interrupted Storm’s train of though. “Welcome home, beautiful,” Sky whispered and planted a loud, wet kiss on Storm’s lips. He smelled of fresh sweat, of combat and armor, and Storm’s cock stirred once more.

Storm’s body responded before his brain caught up. In a second, he had Sky pinned under him and Storm was kissing him frantically. Like he couldn’t breathe unless their tongues were dancing together and their lips and whole bodies were touching.

“I missed you,” Storm whispered, pushing his hips forward, in search for that exquisite friction that drove him wild and set him free at the same time. “So much. It’s torture to be without you.”

Sky wrapped his legs around Storm’s waist, chuckling in between kisses. “I thought I’d go insane without you. I’m glad you’re back.”

Storm growled and held Sky even closer. “You’ve found your entertainment. Playing with swords with my wounded warrior, running around the yard, pretending you’re fighting.” He only intended it as a joke, but he certainly hadn’t been too fond of Eagle and his swift blade being so close to Sky.