Chapter 10
Ten
GODR
A mbrose seemed to grow more and more tense as the night wore on.
Even the horses were aware of it, as they gave him more space to process his feelings.
I wished I could speak with him easier. Perhaps I would need to request Finn’s assistance outside of his normal teaching hour.
It was what Einar did with his shy bondmate.
He accepted trades for the special lessons, though, and I didn’t have anything to trade as of now.
Taking care of Rath’s stallion was my job, and Finn was too little to have his own.
He preferred to ride with his bondmate. Maybe I could sweet-talk Finn into it.
He loved me. He would take care of my tribute for me.
After spending time with the horses, we ate together in my tent as we had the night before.
It wasn’t until I noticed how hard he was working to avoid looking at the bed that I considered his needs.
Was it tension I was picking up on? Or need?
He’d been uneasy asking for my touch the night prior. Perhaps he was unsure how to tell me?
I waited until he was done eating before putting a hand on his knee, asking, “What do you need? You have only to ask.”
He didn’t understand my words, I knew this, but he seemed to understand my intentions.
He took a deep breath, and his hands trembled as he set aside his bowl and crawled over to the bed.
Want thrummed a steady beat in my blood, but I held myself back.
I did not wish to overwhelm him. He was new to this and shy because of it.
I would go at whatever pace he was comfortable.
I laid down beside him, my hands tucked behind my head to show him he was in charge of where this went.
Even if he wanted to just cuddle, I would be happy to do it.
Verus told me Patrick loved cuddles and kisses when he first started asking for intimacy.
A simple thing for some meant a great deal to those who had lived a lifetime being unable to experience it.
Unlike the night before, the lamp was lit this time.
Ambrose seemed anxious because of it, avoiding looking at me directly.
I didn’t want him to be nervous, so I stopped him when he reached for my trousers, instead sinking my hands into his hair and drawing him closer, guiding his lips to mine.
The first press of his lips was tentative, uncertain.
It took a few moments of just that for him to relax into it enough for me to introduce tongue.
He tensed again when I brushed it along his bottom lip in quiet inquiry, his fingers curling against my chest as he parted his lips.
He’d taken me by surprise the night before with his brazenness, so I hadn’t had a chance to explore his mouth.
His lips were soft and plush, perfect for nibbling on.
I did so to ease him into it, only brushing my tongue along his when he gasped and pressed in closer to me.
I released one hand from his hair, rolling onto my side and pulling him closer so our bodies aligned better.
I could feel him thickening against me, and my body responded in kind, hardening in my legwear.
The greedy part of me wanted to pull our clothes off and feel his skin on mine, but I held myself back.
I thought of Ambrose’s introduction to intimacy like training a young stallion.
I could not rush into a gallop and hope he reacted well.
I had to ease him into it. No matter how badly I wanted more.
I groaned into his mouth when he began to dominate the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine in a hot glide.
My hips moved without my say so, grinding against his.
His hips jerked, like he wanted to grind back but was uncertain of himself.
I encouraged him with a hand on his lower back, rocking my hips against his.
It was delicious torment, and I could only take so much before I risked coming in my legwear. I didn’t look forward to that clean up, so instead, I tried undressing us, breaking the kiss long enough to pull his tunic over his head.
He seemed to get nervous all over again once the kiss was broken.
It was sexy that I could distract him enough to enjoy himself with just a kiss.
I set to doing so again, kissing him breathless until we were rubbing against each other again, and I felt close to oblivion.
Legwear needed to come off before we made a mess.
Ambrose took hold of my cock the moment I shimmied out of my pants, his grip tight enough to make me gasp against his lips. Like before, he seemed determined to distract me, but I forced myself to focus long enough to untie his trousers and reach inside to pull out his cock.
“Ambrose,” I moaned, arching against him as his hand sped up. The man had wicked hands.
His eyes were squeezed shut when I finally caught my breath long enough to look at him. The expression wasn’t what I’d hoped for from him. He was too nervous to truly enjoy himself, and he was beginning to soften in my hand because of it.
Releasing him, I grasped his wrist to stop him. If I didn’t, he’d make me come before I could settle him enough to allow him to enjoy himself. His eyes flew open in surprise, and a hint of fear made my chest tighten painfully.
“Relax, rokhandar. You are safe here.”
I felt the need to remind him, knowing he came from a place where males together were abhorred. He was safe with me. So long as he was under my care, I would protect him.
Dark brown eyes searched mine behind smudged glasses. I gently pulled them off, setting them aside where they wouldn’t be damaged. Running my fingers through his short locks, I continued to try and ease his fears.
“You are safe to explore as you wish. You will not face judgment from me.” To show him I was sincere, I took his hand and kissed his palm before putting it on my chest.
His brows furrowed, and he shook his head slightly, saying something in the common tongue I had no hope of understanding.
I considered that perhaps it would be best for us to stop until he was more comfortable and we could communicate better, but I would need to step out to deal with my current…
situation first. I didn’t think it would go away on its own.
But I didn't want to leave and make him think I was angry with him.
While I was still considering my options, a flash of some emotion crossed his face and he leaned in again, capturing my lips.
His kisses were more forceful now, like he was determined to face his fear and conquer it.
I was proud of his bravery and sought to encourage him, submitting to his demanding kiss and moaning into his mouth.
My hands explored his soft skin, taking in the muscle I hadn’t noticed before with his thin frame. He was not weak, my tribute. Nor was he shy when he truly got into it. His large hands ran down my chest, tweaking my nipples and tickling my abs before once again wrapping around my cock.
In a bid to ensure he enjoyed himself, I nudged his hand, guiding him to take us both. His grip was loose, uncertain, so I wrapped my hand around his, stroking our cocks together.
A startled groan punched from his chest, and his eyes flew open in surprise.
I hummed my agreement, keeping the strokes light for the time being.
With no oil between us, there was the risk of chafing, but I didn’t want to move too soon and make him nervous again.
I waited until his hand was moving without my guidance, stroking us together, his breath puffing against my lips as he bit back his groans.
I wanted to draw his voice out, to encourage him to make all the noise he wished.
With that in mind, I reached behind me, snagging the oil from where I kept it.
I didn’t want to keep it in my chest and have to dig it out each time I wanted intimacy, either alone or with a partner, so it was hidden near the bed easily within reach.
I poured a good amount in my hand, taking over stroking our cocks with the slickness to ease the glide.
Ambrose’s head flew back, and he let out a shout of surprise, thrusting his cock into my oil-slicked hand.
The feel of his cock against mine, the soft head rubbing against that sensitive spot just beneath the tip, would be my undoing.
I struggled to keep my focus, stroking in time with his thrusts.
My thighs shook from the strain of holding back, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of the gorgeous man in front of me.
His eyes finally opened, and he looked down, seeming shocked that he was enjoying it as much as he was.
My hand slowed, too enamored with watching Ambrose’s reactions to keep up my rhythm.
Ambrose noticed and took over, eyes glued to our cocks pressed together.
His grip was tighter than mine, rougher, and my ability to hold back vanished as he picked up speed.
I came with a cry, pressing my face against his neck as each stroke of his hand only drew out my release.
I was vaguely aware of Ambrose’s long groan, and my cock let out another valiant spurt when I felt his spend hit my skin. His hand slowed and eventually stopped, and when I shifted back to look at him, he looked stunned and… a little confused, if I was being honest.
Cupping his cheek with my clean hand, I murmured quietly, “You were amazing, Rokhandar. You did so well.”
He didn’t understand, but my tone was soothing, and he nodded slightly, his muscles relaxing as we caught our breath together.
I cleaned us up, whispering little praises to ease his mind, and stealing kisses to remind him that he was safe with me.
Or maybe because I just couldn’t resist his lips.
When I stole another for the sixth time, he chuckled, and the change in his expression took my breath away.
Orthorr was going to be so angry with me.
Because the more time I spent with this gorgeous healer, the harder it became for me to imagine letting him go.
And when he smiled at me, I had to admit it to myself.
I wasn’t ready to settle down until Ambrose arrived.
Now, I was falling hard, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stop it.