Champion of Fire & Ice - Megan Derr Page 0,33

there was definitely one thing he had the energy for, though the details he'd leave up to Davrin. To his lover. Cimar wanted to laugh, the joy was so consuming. Drawing back, biting playfully at Davrin's well-used lips, he said, "I'm starting to suspect your diplomatic methods, my prince."

"I've had offers," Davrin said, and Cimar could all but feel him rolling his eyes. "None appealed enough to drag myself into the mess such methods cause."

"What about my offers? Would you find those appealing?"

Davrin bit at his throat, right below his collarbone, and Cimar could feel how much he already appealed from the hard cock pressing against him, leaving warm, sticky trails on his skin. "Perhaps."

"You want my mouth or my ass?" Cimar asked, the words coming out a touch breathlessly. That got him a positively delightful noise, like Davrin was so desperately overcome, everything jumbled together into a wordless heap wholly unlike a man whose life was built around using his words with more skill than most.

After a moment, Davrin managed raggedly, "I want to fuck you."

"Then get on with it, my prince."

Davrin laughed, the sound edged with tension and desperation, and then he was moving away to retrieve something from one of the little cabinets that occupied the head of the bed, and which Cimar had definitely not noticed until that moment. "On your knees, champion mine."

Hopefully, they'd soon get a chance to do this in daylight, where he could insist upon remaining on his back so he could see Davrin's face when he came. For the moment, though, Cimar was more than happy to comply, turning and settling on his hands and knees, spreading wide so Davrin had plenty of room.

Davrin's fingers were as talented as his mouth, and Cimar's spent cock did its level best to rise again as Davrin worked him open, twisting and stretching, knowing exactly how to crook those fingers to make him groan and beg, until Davrin at last replaced those fingers with his cock.

He slid in slowly at first, but just as Cimar was seriously considering murder, Davrin pulled out and thrust back in hard, knocking the thought and the breath right out of him, doing it again before Cimar could even think to recover. Davrin set a pace that had Cimar clutching first at the bedding, and then bracing himself against the elaborate headboard. Sweat stung his eyes, and his lungs were going to give out, but it would be worth the steep price. He rocked in time with Davrin's pounding thrusts, meeting them as best he could but mostly just trying to hold steady.

A second climax took him so hard and sudden he felt dizzy. The hands on his hips tightened, and Davrin sank into him one last time, plastering himself against Cimar's back as he came, breath hot on his skin.

They collapsed in a sweaty, panting pile, and Cimar whimpered when Davrin gently pulled out of him. Exhaustion fell over him like a blanket, the long, arduous day and its unexpectedly delightful end finally taking their toll, and the last thing he remembered was a soft kiss to his lips.

*~*~*

He woke to darkness and the muffled sounds of a roaring fire. He also woke alone, which was disappointing, but as he listened, he could hear the soft, dry crackle of turning pages. Yawning, he pushed through the curtains and out of the bed, immediately shivering in the cold, drawing the attention of the handsome figure by the fire.

Davrin closed his book and set it aside. "You should have stayed in bed." He stood and crossed to Cimar, pulling him in close, wrapping him in warmth and the scent of woodsmoke and brandy, and faded hints of sex.

"I admit I didn't think things through; I simply wanted to see you."

Davrin chuckled and discarded the heavy bed robe he'd been wearing before getting them both back into the warm bed, drawing the curtains closed. "I woke a short time ago and couldn't go back to sleep. Too many thoughts."

"You knocked the thoughts right out of me," Cimar said, settling alongside him, head on Davrin's chest. His heart beat rapidly in his chest; he'd imagined this very scenario a thousand times or more, but never once thought it would come to pass. "I'm still not convinced this isn't some dying dream, and the lindworm got me after all."

"Don't say such horrible things," Davrin replied. "I'm no less stunned, believe me. I accepted a long time ago that I would never be able