Chapter 4 #3
“I know,” Petur agreed, startling Deyvid with his easy acquiescence.
“The task that we embarked on here has been as much about learning what doesn’t work in our training regime as what does.
As shifters, we emphasize the individual.
Each person has their own particular strengths and weaknesses, given whatever form they happen to be in.
We don’t often work in groups and are unaccustomed to fighting alongside each other.
” He shrugged. “That’s something I can change, though, as long as we all survive.
Which, thanks to you, we may very well do. ”
That reminded Deyvid. “How’s your arm?” he asked.
“Fine, and stop changing the subject.”
“I didn’t realize I—”
Petur closed the last of the distance between them and slowly, carefully slid his arms around Deyvid’s waist. Deyvid could have tried to fight him off, could even simply have said, “Stop,” and despite himself, he had faith that Petur would listen to him.
And yet … he closed his eyes as the heat of Petur’s body transferred into his own, the press of their chests and groins against each other warming him like no amount of fire ever could.
It had been so long since he’d been touched, so very, very long.
And here was this man, young, handsome, and powerful, who wanted him.
This had been building between them for a week now, Deyvid reasoned, and their time together was coming to an end.
Of course, such a spoiled princeling would want to push the boundaries and see what he could get, see if he could satisfy his curiosity so close to the end.
And Deyvid—well, for once, just once, he decided to give in to what he wanted too.
“Will you let me touch you?” Petur murmured, staring into Deyvid’s eyes.
“Yes,” Deyvid whispered back, wrapping his arms around Petur’s neck.
“Touch me.” He expected something straightforward—a hand jammed inside his pants or being pulled to the forest floor in a frenzy of lost clothes, but what he got was a kiss, a tender, warm kiss, so gentle Deyvid didn’t understand what to do with it.
He didn’t know how to respond, so he just accepted as Petur moved his mouth, pressing forward, then retreating slightly.
When his tongue peeked out between his lips and touched Deyvid’s, Deyvid actually startled.
Petur pulled back with a smile, but it wasn’t a mean expression. “You haven’t done this much, have you?” he asked.
“No,” Deyvid confessed. “Almost never and not for a very long time.”
“That’s all right. You’ll enjoy it,” Petur promised, and Deyvid had to laugh at his arrogant certainty.
But as the kiss continued, as it deepened, and as Deyvid finally started to respond, he had to admit that Petur was right.
When Petur walked them so that Deyvid’s back touched the bark of a nearby tree, he let it happen, welcoming the stability when his own legs were feeling so unexpectedly wobbly.
They kissed and kissed, the heat between them growing, and when Petur finally ground their groins together, thick lengths rubbing against each other, Deyvid broke the kiss and moaned needily.
“That’s it,” Petur said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Fuck, that’s it, that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes, just like that,” Deyvid breathed.
“I think I can do even better,” Petur said.
He reached down, and Deyvid tensed, but there was nothing rough, not yet, at least. He was careful as he opened Deyvid’s pants, as he reached inside, as those long, thick fingers closed around his shaft.
Deyvid had to shut his eyes against the shudder of pure lust and fear that went through him.
This man was a shifter, so much stronger than Deyvid. If he wanted to, he could kill him right now—he could take him apart. Instead, although his hand wasn’t as gentle as his lips, Deyvid felt infinitely cared for.
“Do you like that?” Petur asked him greedily.
“Yes,” he groaned, “yes, I do.”
“Are you going to come?”
Deyvid opened his eyes and glared at him. “Not until you,” he said, then daringly lowered his own hand and pressed it against the front of Petur’s trousers. Gods, how much longer had he gotten? “You seem like you need the release,” he added.
“I do,” Petur replied with a purr. “Are you going to help me with that?”
“Are you going to ask nicely?”
“Ooh, sassy. Where have you been hiding the sassy side?” Petur’s grin faltered as Deyvid freed his enormous cock and took it in hand.
It was too big for Deyvid to get his fingers all the way around the shaft, so he canted his hips forward and rubbed their cocks together.
With Petur’s hand helping, they were able to get a rhythm going.
Their slick, warm members rutted against each other, and it felt so intensely good that Deyvid hadn’t even come, and he was already seeing stars.
He bit his lower lip, only to find it pulled from between his teeth by Petur, who looked at him with a bit of a frenzied expression on his face.
“I want your noises,” Petur insisted. “I want to hear you. I want to hear the sounds you make when you come. I want you to come for me right now. Fuck, do it now. Now, Deyvid.”
Deyvid listened. His body responded, and he arched his back and pressed his hips forward and came in a delirious burst of pleasure so intense he went blind for a moment.
His hands were next to useless, but Petur didn’t seem to require a lot of his participation at that point.
The prince stiffened and came right after him, coating Deyvid’s cock in his release.
Coming down was slow and steady and delicious. Deyvid felt cradled in a bubble of warmth. He felt safe, welcome in a way he couldn’t ever remember feeling before in his life.
“There now.” Petur pressed another kiss to his lips, this time one with teeth, and Deyvid responded in kind. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Petur asked with a gasp as he pulled back at last.
“Certainly something to remember you by,” Deyvid murmured.
Petur’s eyes sharpened somehow as he said, “Hmm, we’ll see about that.”