Sky and Storm ( Warriors of Vis #1)(28)

Storm shifted his hips, rubbing his cock against Sky’s prostate and that was enough to break him out of his train of thought. The only thing that mattered now was the way Storm moved inside of Sky, how that connection made him feel like he belonged, like he was home here, in Vis, with this amazing man writhing beneath him.

Sky didn’t fight it, there would be time for more later. This time, when his and Storm’s pleasure mounted, aiming for the highs of release, Sky embraced it, moving faster, riding his husband to completion. They came one after the other, Sky’s orgasm triggering Storm’s, both grabbing at each other, as if the explosive pleasure was about to blow them apart.

Breathless and sated, they slumped in each other’s arms, not ready to move any further and break their connection.

“Welcome home, my love,” Sky whispered at the end of a contented smile. He felt like a lazy cat, warm and safe, and unwilling to move.

Storm kissed his forehead. “It’s good to be home. I always feel… empty without you.”

“I love you, Storm. I don’t know that I said it enough. Being without you… it messes with my mind.”

“So you asked Eagle to keep you busy?”

Sky lifted his head to face Storm. There was amusement in his look, but Sky could see the fear hidden behind it. “He’s a nice boy, and an excellent warrior. Even better teacher. But I’m not interested in him.” Sky placed his head back on Storm’s chest, needing to hear the reassuring, steady thump of his heart. “You know I’ve never been with anyone else.”

“Sky, did you want anyone else?”

Sky pushed himself up, anger flaring in his heart. “What kind of question is that?”

Storm gave him a sheepish smile and shrugged. “I never asked you. I just dragged you here and married you. You never had a choice.”

“I always had a choice, Storm. I could have refused. Or run away before the wedding. Or threaten to kill myself before the ceremony, not after.”

“Why didn’t you?” Storm asked, looking at Sky expectantly.

“Because no matter how upset I was over being sent away, or how heartbroken over losing you, or over what you’d become… I never truly wanted to break free. Those feelings never left me, I never grew out of loving you. Maybe, deep down, so deep I didn’t even know it myself, I was hoping we’d somehow get to what we have now.”

Storm grabbed Sky’s neck and pulled him closer, kissing him with desperate need. Sky gave in, opening up and letting Storm take possession of his mouth. He’d give Storm anything he needed if it shattered all that doubt and fear from his love’s heart. Sky had never stopped to ask himself why he’d not fought the marriage. Those thoughts had stayed away for him and with good reason. It would have meant facing his love for Storm sooner. And maybe he hadn’t been ready then.

Looking back now, maybe he’d been better off manning up and jumping head first into his marriage. They wouldn’t have spent a year of mutual torture that way. To be young and foolish, whoever thought that was appealing was an idiot!

They spent the rest of the night fucking in every position imaginable, just as Sky had planned. Sated and exhausted, he finally stopped trying to arouse his husband in the early hours of the morning.

“You’re giving up?” Storm teased, playing with Sky’s messy locks.

“Yes, I most certainly am. I don’t want to, but I have nothing left in me. You’ve drained every last drop of energy.” Sky pouted, but scooted closer to Storm, resting on his chest. He could barely keep his eyes open. He tried his best though. Sky could admit defeat and give up on making love to his husband for now, but he’d be damned if he wasted more than it was absolutely necessary on sleep.

“Thank the gods for that. I can’t muster the strength or will to carry on. You drained me, you fiend, it was not me who sucked the life out of you.”

Sky chuckled and pinched Storm’s side. “You very much sucked the life out of me, Storm. Twice. But I did plenty of sucking of my own, husband mine.”

Storm snorted and pulled Sky closer. He’d moved away to dodge further pinches and Sky was tempted to do it again. The warmth of Storm’s embrace made him reconsider. He was safe and so tired. He lost another battle and gave up on trying to keep his eyes open. He could talk with them closed anyway.

“Why were you training with Eagle?” Storm asked, the words jolting Sky awake. He cursed himself for almost drifting off.

“Isn’t it obvious? To keep my mind busy. And to get back to what I used to be, before I stopped caring for my own wellbeing.”

Storm dropped a kiss on his forehead. “Is that all?”

Sky wanted to tell him, but not like this. Not when he was dozing off, his brain fuzzy and his attention fickle. Storm would need convincing, plenty of it, yet he couldn’t bring himself to lie to his husband.

With a deep breath, Sky tried to steady himself, his stomach in knots. “I want to be good enough to come with you the next time you leave.” He’d said it all on one breath, the words stumbling out of his mouth in a hurried mess. Sky wanted to prop himself on his elbow and look at Storm, to gauge his reaction, but he was too afraid of what he’d see, so he stayed put, his fingers digging into Storm’s flesh.

“Why would you ever want that? Did I not tell you how ugly war is? Why would you want to be exposed to that, put yourself in harm’s way?”