Chapter Eighteen #3
“Oh, I will.” The urge to plunge right inside that waiting heat was hard to resist, but he suspected there was more he could give Jem first. “Naked in the muck and begging for my cock. Right here where anyone could come along and spy upon us.” He made a show of glancing around. “Perhaps they watch already.”
In truth, he saw not a flicker of movement but for the pine boughs in the spring breeze, and he wouldn’t allow a soul to see Jem like this. So beautiful and free.
Mine.
Jem moaned at the fantasy. He enjoyed the thought of being watched, as Cador had guessed he would. After all, he’d enjoyed making a show of himself with that candle.
“You stayed innocent so long, but really you’re a whore.”
Jem gasped, his hips bucking. He lifted his hands from the mud to grasp at Cador’s tunic.
Oh, yes, he liked that. Cador grinned at the piece of treasure he’d unearthed.
“You love being fucked, don’t you? Love bending over for whatever you can get.
” He held Jem’s wrists together once more, pressing his arms back over his head in the mud.
With his free hand, he stole low and fucked him with his middle finger, crooking and rubbing and finding the special place inside. “You could come just like this.”
“Yes,” Jem confessed eagerly.
“So hungry for cock,” Cador murmured. “The men of Rusk would line up. Should I ask for volunteers?”
Sucking in a sharp breath, Jem’s honey eyes went wide with what looked to be genuine fear. He tugged against the grip on his wrists. “No! Only you.”
He’d clearly gone too far, but fresh lust pulsed through Cador to hear those words, accompanied by a strange lightness in his chest as he let go of Jem’s wrists and leaned over to kiss his cheeks and stroke his flanks. “Shh. It’s all right. I’d never do that.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” He nuzzled Jem’s sweat-damp curls. “You’re mine. All mine.” He captured his mouth in a wild kiss and scraped Jem’s face with his beard, their tongues meeting as they moaned.
Spittle strung between them as Cador ripped away and commanded, “Roll over for me like a good whore.”
With an ecstatic cry, Jem wriggled over onto his hands and knees. Cador spit onto his prick, trying to slick it as best he could.
“Please,” Jem moaned. “I can take you.”
“You can,” Cador agreed. With his hand firm on Jem’s hip, he brutally thrust to the root.
Jem practically screamed his pleasure, and Cador was close to doing the same.
He grabbed Jem’s muddy curls and yanked his head back with an iron grip.
He fucked him without mercy, mud and boar’s blood splattering them both.
Grunting, they rutted like animals. Jem squeezed his arse around Cador’s thrusting cock, the punishing strokes tearing cries of ecstasy from them both.
He thought of Jem the young virgin pleasuring himself, locked away alone with his secret fantasies. “Is this how you imagined it with your candle?”
“Yes,” Jem answered. “But…”
“What?” Cador demanded, pulling his hair. Whatever it was, he would give it. He’d do anything Jem wanted. Everything. Although Jem was the one being fucked, Cador felt as though he was at Jem’s mercy.
He craved giving him what he needed. Wanted to see a smile crease his dear cheeks. The need to make Jem happy had him so desperate he could hardly draw breath.
“I imagined much, but—” He cried out as Cador pulled back and plunged deep again. “This is so much better.”
Pride and joy rushed through Cador, bollocks tightening. Jem was small, but he took cock so perfectly. “My brave little prince.” The words tumbled out as he thrust harder. He was going to spill, but he needed Jem to release first.
He reached down and stroked Jem’s rigid prick. “Are you ready to spill for me like a good little slut?” Again, he pulled almost free before slamming back in.
Head back and mouth open, Jem cried out, milky splotches painting the mud. His prick jerked in Cador’s grasp as he clamped down with his arse. It only took a few thrusts until Cador spilled himself in that tight, perfect heat.
Tunic clinging to his sweat-damp skin, he eased himself free, delighting at the evidence of his seed dripping from Jem’s quivering hole. Ever so gently, he rubbed his thumb around the swollen ring of muscle.
Jem shivered, still splayed open on his knees and utterly spent in the mud, leaning on his elbows now.
Even though Cador had just released, he wished he could grow hard again immediately so he could spill all over Jem’s bare body.
He was almost unbearably beautiful, and Cador would cover him in his seed until nary a drop remained…
The snap of a twig jolted Jem violently, and he whipped his head around, spinning on his knees to face Cador, covered in mud. “Is someone truly there?”
Cador drew him into his arms, urging him to curl onto his lap, holding close. He grabbed for his abandoned cloak and wrapped it around Jem protectively.
“Shh. No one’s there. It’s only a byghan.
” In truth, he wasn’t certain, and he peered intently into the trees around them.
He caressed Jem’s muddy hair. He could spot no one, so perhaps it truly had been a byghan or another woodland creature.
“I won’t let anyone see you.” Wouldn’t let anyone harm a curl on his head.
Jem’s fingers tangled in the hair on Cador’s chest above the loose laces of his tunic. “Thank you.”
The trusting words made the sweet new sensation deep in Cador grow thicker like a juneberry bush in the fleeting summer warmth. Had Jem put a spell on him? Was this some mainland sorcery of the gods? Cador was lost. Consumed.
Guilty.
“Jem. I have done wrong.”
Against Cador’s throat, Jem nodded. “I’m still angry. But it’s done. The books are gone.”
“I was wrong about many things.” He held Jem tighter.
“I believe you’re sorry.”
“I am. There’s so much…” He swallowed hard. “There’s much I would change. Much I will change. I swear it. I—” His throat was painfully thick.
“Cador?” Jem’s slim fingers caressed his chest, stealing under his tunic.
“Truly, I am sorry for your books. And there is more you must know. More I must tell you. First, I will speak to my sister. I swear I’ll tell you everything soon. I swear I will protect you.”
Jem’s fingers stilled, and he was silent in Cador’s arms. He remained curled on Cador’s lap, nestled in his arms, but clearly he was chewing over this information.
“Will you trust me?” Cador begged. “Though you have no reason to.” Even less than he knew.
Jem sat up, his honey eyes serious. “If I didn’t trust you, we’d be strangers still.”
Cador had to kiss him, stroking their tongues together, tasting the metallic hint of blood, lips raw and swollen. Their breath one.
Eyes searching, Jem took Cador’s face in his hands. “What’s wrong with the children?”
“I’ll tell you everything. Soon.”
After an eternal silence, Jem nodded.
Glancing around as though a spell had lifted, Jem laughed softly. “It’ll be dark soon. I’m naked.” He shivered, drawing the cloak closer around him. “I killed a boar.” He stared at the carcass. “Me! I did that.” He ran a hand over Cador’s head. “Will I have to cut my hair now?”
“No!” Cador didn’t even stop to think, practically growling his answer. He buried his fingers in Jem’s mud-caked curls. Reluctantly, he added, “Of course it’s your choice. You’ve earned the honor. You’re a hunter.”
Jem wrinkled his nose. “I prefer healing over hunting. I was only jesting, though I feel you’ve grown fond of my hair, no?” He raised an eyebrow. “Now who’s the one with no sense of humor?”
Cador laughed, tightening his arms around him. “Point taken.” He glanced meaningfully at the forgotten spear, blood staining it.
“Very funny.” Jem’s smile faded as he gazed at the boar. “I barely managed to dodge it. Then you were there and…” He shuddered. “It would have killed you. I had no choice.”
“It’s the way of the world. You should feel no guilt.”
“I know.” He still couldn’t look away from the dead creature.
Cador gently turned Jem’s face to him. “I owe you my life, Prince Jowan. What payment can I give?”
“Hmm.” Jem tapped his chin, back to jesting. “What shall I demand?”
“I am at your mercy.”
“I suppose you’ll have to fuck me forever.”
He sought Jem’s mouth and kissed him thoroughly, swallowing his little gasps and smiles. That word echoed in Cador’s mind—in his very soul—like the sweetest summer song.
Forever.