Chapter 35 #5
Rowan stripped off his own coat, and Yves sat up to let Rowan tear the pearl-studded brocade from his shoulders as well.
The fine sleeve beneath was stained with a streak of fresh blood, and Rowan suddenly remembered he’d stabbed him last time they were together.
He touched the spot tentatively, but Yves didn’t so much as flinch.
Rowan made to pull his own linen shirt over his head but Yves stopped him with one hand on his.
“You’ll freeze.”
“You will keep me warm.” Rowan dug his fingers into the shiny strands of Yves’s hair and kissed him as a pair of tentacles quested up Rowan’s thighs. One wrapped lightly around his cock and the other slipped beneath his clothes. He moaned as a sucker suckled at his leaking tip.
Yves wrapped his arms around Rowan’s waist and flipped him onto his back again. He ripped his own silk shirt off and pillowed it beneath Rowan’s head. The stab wound glistened on his skin, not stitched, not even bandaged. A thin trail of blood snaked down his pale arm, diluted by the rain.
But it was what swung free from Yves’s neck that caught Rowan’s attention.
A thin silver chain hung down to his chest, threaded through a simple silver ring studded with tiny sapphires and emeralds.
Rowan’s wedding ring that he had so angrily pressed into Yves’s palm all those weeks ago.
The chain it hung from was the same as the one Rowan had wondered about during their encounter in the hallway.
Yves had been wearing the ring all this time.
Even when they were so angry with each other, he’d kept this part of Rowan close.
Like a widower pining after a dead husband.
Rowan fought the sudden urge to reach out and snatch it back.
He felt like crying. Like apologizing again and again for how he’d treated Yves too.
But Yves seemed not to notice. He pulled Rowan’s boots off and dragged his britches and undergarments down his legs until he was only in his shirt and soaked wool stockings on the rain-washed deck.
Cold air hit Rowan’s exposed skin, and he shivered. But tentacles crept over his stomach and chest, leaving warm trails of liquid in their wake and sucking searing marks into his flesh. Two tentacles cuffed his wrists again, gently holding them to the deck beside his head.
Yves picked up one of Rowan’s legs, eyes meeting as his lips trailed up Rowan’s stocking-clad calf to his knee, then past the garter, releasing it deftly with his fingers as his mouth traveled Rowan’s inner thigh.
A tentacle tip slipped under the stocking and stripped it from his leg. Then did the same to the other leg.
Rowan couldn’t tear his gaze away from Yves’s beauty, seen only through flashes illuminating the night.
His pale skin shone like marble, pink coral lips parted for his tongue to taste the rain and precum dripping from Rowan’s cock.
One tentacle laved liquid over Rowan’s puckered hole, then on Yves’s fingers.
Blue light pulsed in tandem with their heartbeats from the tentacles’ myriad of speckles like the storm-choked stars above.
“Please…” Rowan whined, sure his voice could not be heard over the lashing storm.
Yves’s slick fingers pressed past his entrance.
It was easy, like the tentacle’s warm liquid had already primed him.
Yves’s tongue swirled around Rowan’s tip, then his beautiful lips closed over it, hot mouth sinking deliciously down over Rowan’s shaft.
Rowan’s hips bucked up off the deck as Yves’s long tongue wrapped around him and tentacle suckers lipped at his nipples.
Yves hollowed his cheeks and bobbed down.
He added a second finger, its tattoo of a knucklebone disappearing into Rowan.
If the Siren was truly lost, Rowan would get a tattoo to match.
Yves’s fingertips circled Rowan’s prostate, and stars burst at the corners of his vision, not the result of his magical eye, but entirely the pleasure of Yves’s heat around him, his fingers opening Rowan up with practiced ease.
This was not the hurried fuck in a foreign alley, but care. Worship. Reverence. A terrifying sea god on his knees for the pleasure of his beloved. The one thing keeping him tethered to humanity.
Yves slipped his third finger in, ruby wedding ring pressing cold against Rowan’s rim, showing Rowan’s claim over him even as Yves claimed him with deft fingers and cunning mouth. Rowan’s fists clenched, shame washing over him as he found no ring of his own on his finger.
His gaze turned skyward in absolution, raindrops plinking off his eyepatch as a moan tore from him, his cock hitting the back of Yves’s throat.
He couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed Yves inside him. Needed to be filled with his love and look him in the eyes.
“I need you,” he gasped. Yves didn’t need begging; he’d already spent all his mercy on holding back thus far.
He removed his fingers and released Rowan’s cock with a pop, exposing it to the cold lash of rain.
He prowled up Rowan’s body, muscles flowing beneath marble skin.
He released his cock from his trousers, a great white pillar veined with pulsing blood. One hand trailed up Rowan’s leg.
“Rowan,” he growled, the demon’s echoes deepening his voice till it seemed part of the storm itself.
Rain dripped from his hair onto Rowan’s face.
More droplets in the storm washing their anger and hurt away.
Yves’s eyes roiled like smoke, like the clouds above and waves below, vacillating between pure demonic obsidian and human emotion.
“I cannot hold back. I need…” His warm, huffing breaths ghosted across Rowan’s face.
Heavy cock pressing to Rowan’s entrance, barely restrained.
Rowan freed one hand from the tentacles and reached up to grab the ring swinging from Yves’s neck like a beacon.
“Give me my ring and claim me as yours again.”
Yves’s stormy eyes settled into humanity, dark irises full of yearning.
They were both still for a moment, rain sluicing down their entwined bodies as the waves battered the ship.
Yves ripped the chain from around his neck, delicate silver links breaking.
The emeralds and sapphires of Rowan’s ring glittered in the bioluminescent light like a band of calm sea.
At the same time, a tentacle slithered around the curve of Yves’s hip to wrap in a spiral around the pillar of his cock.
Yves took Rowan’s raised hand, kissing his palm, and slid the ring home.
“I am yours,” Rowan breathed.
All at once the demon crashed back to the forefront, darkness overtaking Yves’s eyes like a tidal wave. He forced Rowan’s hand back to the deck, their fingers lacing together.
“I love you,” Yves growled. The last shred of his control, his humanity, snapped. Lightning crackled through the clouds, suspending raindrops like diamonds in the air around them as Yves thrust, his tentacle-coiled cock penetrating Rowan up to the hilt.
Wind snatched Rowan’s cry away as it whipped the winged flag around them in a twisting dance.
Lightning raced through Rowan’s nerves, and his back arched to meet Yves’s next deep thrust. Yves’s lips crashed into his, swallowing his moan like nectar before it could be carried off by the storm.
The flag twisted and caught and settled around them like a shroud.
Rowan’s legs locked around Yves’s hips as his thrusts grew more frenzied and brutal. No longer fueled by anger, but raw passion. Pure love.
The ridges of the tentacle around Yves’s girthy cock stretched him to the brink of destruction, pounding every part of his insides as the rain pounded the stormy sea. Yves moaned, deep and guttural between their lips, lost to the bliss of his beloved’s sweet and yielding insides.
Their hearts beat as one, blood thundering through their veins, stronger than any tide. Rowan’s fingers tightened on Yves’s, and his moans became nothing but soundless cries, lost in the euphoria of loving again.
“Ro—” Yves choked, his teeth digging hard into Rowan’s bottom lip, crashing him back into reality as the Siren shuddered with the battery of waves.
He couldn’t feel his fingers, nor his toes, but warmth gushed through him as Yves spilled first. He felt it leak between the ribbing of the tentacle and overflow.
Yves’s thrusts slowed. One breath. Two. His cock softened within the confines of the tentacle.
Then Rowan kissed him, and he engorged again. Harder and girthier than before.
The top of a wave broke over the stern, engulfing them in salt water, but it did nothing to dampen the heat between them.
Yves’s lips dragged down Rowan’s skin, teeth scoring his collarbone.
He gathered Rowan close, holding tight as another wave crashed over them.
For just a moment, they were submerged in the dark water.
Locked together with the roar of the turbulent sea in their ears.
Then the wave spent itself across the deck, and Rowan gasped for air as they emerged.
His legs tightened around Yves’s hips, drawing him deeper, the tentacle ridges making a sucking sound inside his flesh.
“Hang on tight to me,” Yves said in his ear.
Rowan clung to his shoulders. With one arm and a tentacle wrapped around Rowan’s waist, Yves stood, still lodged deep in Rowan’s guts.
In a few long strides, Rowan’s back hit the mizzenmast. Yves groaned as he captured Rowan’s lips again, mouth moving hungrily.
His fingertips dug into Rowan’s bare thigh, his other arm still locked around his waist, supporting his entire weight.