Chapter 2
Two
SANETH
It thrilled me that Tavik was still the same tease I knew and loved.
I was so scared that admitting my feelings would change things between us, making it awkward or forced.
But despite his insistence on lying to me about his feelings, which I hoped would come with time, things were much the same as before.
Except now, I could touch him as I pleased.
Pulling off his tunic, I hummed an appreciative sound as I ran my hands over his muscles.
He’d always been sexy to me, even before he became so muscled, but I could admit that the thick muscular tone of his body added to the appeal.
He was broad-chested, and his arms and legs were as thick as tree trunks.
And I knew from river baths that his cock was something to envy.
His long brown hair was only partially pulled back today, strands escaping the band and framing his face.
He had a small braid, no doubt done by his blood brother’s bondmate, who was fond of him.
He had gone out of his way to be kind to her when she first arrived, wanting his brother’s happiness when he expressed a wish to claim the woman. She’d spoiled him ever since.
There was a small scar on his chin, cutting through his beard, from an injury he’d gotten while protecting me from an enemy attack.
I pressed my lips against it like I had wished to since the day he got it, before leaning back to look at him.
His dark green eyes were hooded, lust burning in them.
Seeing that look directed at me made me breathless, and I had to lean in to kiss him to distract myself from getting overexcited.
His arms moved like he was going to grab me, but I pulled out of range, shaking my head at him.
“Stay still until I say you can move.”
It looked as though he was fighting a laugh when he raised an eyebrow at me. “Are you always this bossy in bed?”
“Always,” I snarked back. “Is that a problem?”
Lacing his fingers behind his head again, he shook his head with a grin. “No. Not unless you don’t give me a chance to touch you as well.”
Humming noncommittally, I returned to my touching. It pleased me to no end that he seemed as eager as I felt, but he’d only felt this way for a short time. After how long I’d waited for this, I figured I was owed a little exploration. He could wait.
I was there when they carved the tattoos on his skin, teasing him every time he flinched to keep him distracted.
He did the same for me when it was my turn.
I admired them up close, running my tongue along the designs until I reached his nipples.
When I flicked my tongue over one, Tavik’s sharp intake of breath surprised me.
I lifted my gaze to look at him. I drew him into my mouth, taking in his slack-jawed expression, and felt a grin tug at my lips. Oh, I was going to enjoy this.
It didn’t take much of that kind of attention before Tavik was squirming and moaning, the muscles of his arms bulging to keep his hands in place like he’d promised.
I hadn’t even touched his cock yet, and he was panting with need.
It was sexy to watch him fall apart, and my cock throbbed from the sounds he was making.
A part of me wanted to rush, to get some relief, but I’d waited so long, hoped for this, wished for it.
I didn't want it to end quickly. Then again, if I had my way, we wouldn’t be leaving this tent for the rest of the night.
“Saneth…” Tavik’s growl turned into a groan as I moved farther down his chest, dipping my tongue into his belly button before continuing toward his legwear.
He lifted his hips to help me pull them off, and his cock twitched under my hungry gaze as I took in all of his glory.
My mouth watered to taste him, but before I could, he cupped his hand over his erection, giving me a dirty look.
“I can see it in your eyes that you want to torment me. Do so, and I will get back at you threefold. I want inside you before I come,” he demanded.
Pursing my lips, I made a thoughtful sound.
“Considering everything I plan to do to you will bring you pleasure, I’m failing to see your words as a threat.
” I jerked my chin at his hand in a silent demand, smirking when he reluctantly withdrew it.
He wasn’t wrong. I did plan to torment him just a little.
It was just how we played. Adding sex didn’t change that.
Wrapping my hand around his thick girth, I took my time admiring him, feeling my hole clench as I thought about taking him inside me. I wanted a turn with him as well, but I couldn’t deny the need for him to fuck me. We could discuss more options after we were both sated.
I ran my lips along his length, sneaking in little licks just to hear him gasp. He was throbbing in my hand, leaking steadily from the tip, and I’d barely done more than touch him.
“Are you always this sensitive?” I queried, spreading the precum around with my thumb.
With a groan, Tavik countered with a question of his own. “Are you always this evil?”
Grinning, I answered by wrapping my lips around just the tip of his cock, flicking my tongue over the slit.
His groan was so loud, no doubt the rest of the clan heard him as he curled in on himself in pleasure.
His whimpered pleas were like music to my ears, and I swallowed him down a little more with each bob of my head, squeezing the base of his cock when I noticed his thighs beginning to tremble.
It was a good thing I hadn’t known he was this sensitive before now.
If I’d known and was still forced to rely on my right hand to get me off most nights, there would have been chafing from the number of times I got off just from that knowledge.
“Saneth… please…” Tavik whined.
Bringing such a strong warrior to that level of desperation made me feel wild. I ignored him for a few moments, just enjoying the feel of him on my tongue, but when a spurt of salty liquid escaped him despite my grip, I knew I couldn’t keep going. Not if I wanted to give him what he asked for.
Popping off his cock, I smirked at him. “Okay, Tavik. Your turn to—mmph!”
TAVIK
The moment Saneth permitted me to move, I launched myself at him, tackling him to the furs and kissing him roughly before flipping him onto his belly.
I’d told him I wanted a chance to explore, but he went ahead and drove me to the point I couldn’t focus on anything but getting inside him.
I’d have to take my turn exploring him when I wasn’t so feral.
Diving for the oil, I snatched it from my chest, fumbling with it as I ripped the stopper out and dumped too much onto my hand.
It spilled on his ass and he made a disgruntled sound and glared at me over his shoulder.
I glared right back. It was his fault I was like this.
I was usually better at taking my time with my partners.
Saneth was the one who’d brought me to this point.
Forcing myself to slow down so I wouldn’t hurt him, I ran my fingers over his hole, softening him to my touch.
His glare faded, and pleasure took its place, his groan music to my ears.
He rocked his hips, encouraging me, and when my finger pushed inside, he didn’t tense.
He let out a breath and relaxed into it, making little encouraging sounds as I stretched him for my cock.
“More,” he demanded when I wasn’t quick enough to add another finger.
He was more dominant than I expected in bed.
Not that I was complaining. I liked that he told me what he wanted.
I could bring him more pleasure if he were open about his needs.
And I wanted to bring him as much pleasure as possible.
After slipping in another finger, I crooked them, finding the key to his pleasure and pressing against it.
Saneth cried out, bucking his hips against the furs, and when I did it again, he squeezed his eyes shut.
If he hadn’t tortured me to the point of desperation, I would have continued to touch him like that to get payback for his torment, but I only just kept my head long enough to prepare him.
By the time he was properly stretched, I was delirious with need and could think of nothing else but getting inside him.
Slicking up my cock, I leaned over him, brushing my lips against his ear. “Yes?”
“Gods, yes,” he replied, pulling his knees underneath him to give me a better angle.
My intention was to go slow—I wasn’t a small man in any sense of the word—but the moment the head of my cock slid inside him, Saneth slammed his hips back, taking all of me at once.
My head flew back as my cock was swallowed by tight, slick heat, fingers digging into his hips as I groaned.
I held him tight, forcing him to take the time to adjust, but neither of us could wait for long.
I drew my hips back, pushing forward again to test the waters, and Saneth picked up the pace, shoving his hips back to take me fast and deep.
“Oh, gods, Tavik!” Saneth moaned, his face half buried in the furs.
I didn’t like that, I wanted to hear him, so I slid an arm around his chest, shifting him upright so he was pressed against me, and rested his head on my shoulder.
It drove me deeper into him and his gasps and moans picked up as he took over, riding my cock and tugging at my hair, trying to pull me even closer to him.
Lifting his chin, I dragged him into a kiss in an attempt to express to him without words that this was more than just sex. I wasn’t willing for this to end tonight. He didn’t believe me yet that I wanted him like he wanted me, but he would eventually. I would make sure of it.
“Ah! There!” he cried out, breaking the kiss.
Heeding his demands, I gripped his hips, thrusting at the angle he liked best. His face screwed up in pleasure, and his moans grew louder until I silenced them with my tongue in his mouth.
My body coiled tighter with each thrust, ecstasy filling my veins as his body tightened around mine.
I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, so in a desperate move to bring him over the edge with me, I fisted his cock with my still slick hand, stroking him along with my thrusts.
“Tavik!” Saneth shouted against my lips, then stiffened, his whole body going taut.
With one final driving thrust, I exploded with a shout, grateful to feel his cock pulse in my hand as he came with me.
I rocked my hips, riding out the waves of pleasure, until my body could no longer remain upright and I tumbled us both to the furs while keeping him wrapped in my arms.