Sky and Storm ( Warriors of Vis #1)(33)

When they were both naked and writhing, their cocks sliding together and leaking, Sky sighed deeply. This was his ultimate pleasure, the thing he needed more than anything—to feel his husband near, to look into Storm’s eyes and see love, need, and a tinge of madness. Sky knew he looked the same, desperate for Storm, borderline insane with need.

He opened his legs wider, making room for Storm to slide between them. That was all it took to set off Storm. Sky watched his husband as he clumsily reached for the fresh oil Sera had left on their night stand. Sky should have felt embarrassed about how much they ran through when Storm was home, but he just couldn’t be bothered with it. He never knew when Storm would have to leave again, or for how long. He’d be left here, training, worrying, and being hunted by the queen for yet another heart-crushing conversation about concubines.

When Storm’s shaky fingers rubbed over his hole, Sky shuddered. He rolled his hips, encouraging Storm to go further. Soon enough he was rewarded by eager digits spreading him open. It didn’t take long for Sky to start begging. He needed Storm’s cock, so that they were linked everywhere it counted.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Storm whispered, pushing his thick, hard length inside Sky. They moaned together and stopped for the second, enjoying the simple act of Storm being balls deep in Sky’s ass. Despite Sky’s efforts to spur him on, Storm held out as long as he could before he started moving. He fucked Sky slowly, going in and out at a maddening pace. Sky moaned and rocked his hips, trying his best to get Storm to falter and move faster.

It didn’t happen. Storm took his time, moving inside Sky with a steadiness and precision which were unfathomable to Sky. He always lost his mind when he was making love to Storm. He needed it hard, fast, now, more. Sky enjoyed every form of love making he’d tried, yet he craved the rougher side of sex. It grounded him, it made him realize Storm was there, real. And Sky’s.

After what seemed like forever, Storm gave in. He shifted, resting on his knees and sitting up, then started moving with purpose. Sky cried out, grabbing the sheets, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“That’s it, Storm. Harder. Faster!”

Storm gave Sky everything he’d asked for and when Sky didn’t think he’d be able to take more, Storm went even faster and deeper. Sky came on a strangled cry, his eyes open but unseeing. He felt Storm spilling his seed deep inside Sky, and pushed whatever energy he still had into pulling Storm close and holding him there.

They fell asleep like that, sweaty and sticky. Sky clinging to Storm, and Storm slumping on top of him. It should have been uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. Storm’s strong body covering his own always helped Sky sleep better. Like everything was right in the world and he could afford to let go of all worry and just be in that moment, resting in Storm’s arms.

Sky woke up during the night, too exhausted to do much else than snuggle closer to Storm. On a normal night, he wouldn’t have wasted the opportunity of enjoying his husband’s body, but the grueling training Eagle, and now Storm, put Sky through pushed him well beyond his limits.

Storm seemed to feel much the same, as he only slightly stirred, enough to wrap a strong arm around Sky, setting his entire world in proper order. Soon he drifted off again, only to awake every couple of hours. Sky couldn’t tell why he was jolted out of his slumber, a fierce need to reach out for Storm making his finger tingle.

Sky knew the monarchs weren’t that taken with him or Storm’s stubbornness to marry him. That was how things went, they tried to belittle him, he pretended not to be affected. Since finding his way back to Storm, he didn’t care what they thought. But before that, during that awful, dark year of loving Storm from afar, their words had cut deep.

He’d thought he’d moved past all that, but he’d obviously been wrong. Sky pushed himself closer to his husband, needing to feel Storm’s heat everywhere on his skin. He sighed and tried to clear his mind in hopes of falling back asleep.

“Why are you awake?” Storm’s words rumbled, thick with sleep and a little muffled.

Sky shivered and turned around, wrapping his arms around Storm. “Not awake by choice, my love.”

Storm moaned at the embrace, kissing Sky’s forehead. “What are you worried about?”

“Nothing in particular,” Sky said, not wanting to unburden his worries on Storm.

“Then it’s my parents, concubines, and a little worrying over the next time I have to leave?”

Sky chuckled and nodded. “Why can you read my mind?”

“Because you’ve loved me enough to show me who you are.”

Sky moaned and buried his face in the crook of Storm’s neck. “I do love you. That is why I worry.”

“It’s all going to be all right. I am going to make sure of it.”

Storm always made bold promises like that. Still, Sky believed him. To him, Storm was a god-like force. If the Dragon wanted something, he knew how to go about and obtain it. When Storm considered something important, he was ready to pay whatever price was needed to achieve his goals. His conquering the world just to be able to marry Sky was example enough of what Storm was capable of when he set his mind on something.

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By nightfall, Sky knew why he’d been on edge. Maybe he’d guessed it, that Storm would have to leave that soon. Sky’s instincts might have pushed him awake to spend whatever time he could with his husband. Annoyed as he might have been at first, he was grateful now. At least he’d managed a morning of lovemaking, followed by a hearty meal, and a brutal training with his husband.