Chapter 42
KORMAC
The next morning, we reached the island Cullen and I passed on the way here. A tiny thing exposed to the elements, a stone house at its center. A robust, gray building standing strong.
Valance had taken as much as he could of the journey and needed to rest. He’d done well.
I hurried the prince inside, the giant waiting for us in the water.
“I will patrol,” he said as I paused by the door.
“Thank you.”
The giant dove into the depths.
There were no windows in the house, darkness engulfing us as I closed the door.
“Hellpiss!” I hissed, opening the door again to let sunlight and bitter sea winds inside again.
“There’s dry kindling and a hearth here,” Valance said. “Things to make a fire.”
I went over to light the fire quickly, an expert in such things.
“I’m sorry I lost my power,” he whispered, sliding down the wall beside the hearth. So defeated, so broken. “I’m so sorry.”
As soon as the fire took, I hurried over and closed the door, returning to put my arm around the sobbing fae.
“I failed everyone. I let her… I let the enemy…” He buried his face into my shoulder, breaking down completely. “Now she…”
I cradled his head. “It’s okay, Valance. It’s okay.”
His rage had gotten the better of him twice now. Both with terrible consequences. But in this moment, he didn’t need reminding of that. He needed me to soothe him
The soul bond reached to him, the connection as warm as those rising flames in the hearth.
“I’m here now,” I said.
As the fire grew, more light painted his pretty face. He was grubby, in need of a bath and lots of sleep. He looked up at me, the firelight dancing in his dark eyes.
“Gods, you’re so beautiful,” I couldn’t help saying. His fine, sharp features were heightened, brought even closer to the surface than before.
I traced my thumb across his lips, under his eyes. “I thought I’d lost you.”
He moved so quickly, straddling me before I could blink. Gazing down on me, his hair falling forward to flank his face.
“Valance?”
He took my face in his cool, soft hands and kissed me. I gasped in surprise, hard in seconds. He bore down with his ass, grinding into me as our lips wrestled.
“Fuck me,” he begged. “I really need you to fuck me.”
He stood, removing his clothes quickly, tossing them into the shadows.
He stood there naked, more firelight playing across the lines of his slender body.
So hard, his cock twitching. I sat forward, rolling my fingers around it.
Kissed the tip, stroked him, sent my other hand to cup his left ass cheek.
“Taste me…” he whispered.
This wasn’t dealing with the problem, talking through his anguish. But my cock ached to be free, my mouth whet with the desire to be filled with his beautiful girth.
I took him in my mouth, my other hand leaving his cock to knead his other ass cheek. Bobbing my head, lips sliding back and forth, tongue teasing salty liquid from his slit, this was all I needed. A dream come true to taste him, to feel every inch of my prince.
My king.
My fingers inched closer to his hole, his cock pulsating in my eager mouth. Freeing one hand, I rubbed at my hardness through my skin-tight seal garment, desperate to plant it somewhere else.
He pulled out of me.
I gasped for breath. “What’s wrong?”
“I need you naked. Now.”
Immediately, I obliged, getting to my feet and stripping. Throwing my clothes into the shadows to join his.
I grabbed him, spinning him around so his ass pressed against my cock. Kissed his neck, played with his cock, his swollen nipples.
“I wanted you to climax down my throat,” I said between lapping at his skin.
He moaned. “Do whatever you want to me. Just take me away from the pain.”
To avoid the problem…
“I’m yours, Kormac,” he added. “Use me up.”
There was a bed of rushes on the other side of the room, next to a set of stairs. The light of the fire just about reached it, as did the heat. A woolen sheet covered the mattress, providing enough protection against scratchiness.
I scooped him into my arms, carrying him over to the bed. Lay him down. He bent his legs at the knee, two pale arches, then spread them for me. I climbed between them, kissing his thighs. Really cloistered myself in there.
I returned to his cock, moving my head up and down, now hungry for his juices.
Fingers curled into my hair. “Oh, Kormac.”
I teased his hole with a finger, sucking harder and harder, my beastly desires rising again. He had the power to call to my animalistic side, that basic state of blood and lust. And he loved it, loved me to ravage him with my cock or whatever I decided to use.
Gods, he tasted so good, filled me so perfectly. His foreskin was rolled back, his head exposed. I loved the feel of it on the edge of my mouth, on my tongue.
“Oh, yes…” he moaned. “Oh, yeah.”
I stroked his warm hole, probed it, my own cock on the edge of exploding just thinking of being inside him again.
“Kormac…” he breathed. “I’m… I’m…”
His cock pulsed, his thighs closing around my head.
“I’m…”
He burst down my throat, hot and delicious.
“Kormac!” he cried, crushing me with his thighs, his back arching. “Oh, Kormac!”
I didn’t stop sucking him until every last drop was spent.
“Fuck…” he wheezed, freeing me from his thigh grip.
I wasn’t done.
Using my spit, I fucked him with my fingers, spitting on my cock as I teased him. In and out, making his back arch again.
Look at him squirming for me, because of me.
“Oh, yes…” he moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck it away.”
We were definitely talking after this.