The Darkest Knight (Guardians of Camelot #3) - Victoria Sue Page 0,7

but Kay didn’t care. He had come back for him. It was true. Charles was his Tresor, and they would defeat Morgan’s armies together.

“But—”

Kay silenced him with a finger to his lips. Charles nodded, seeming incapable of words, and satisfaction flamed through Kay as if someone had lit a torch to his insides. Kay led the way upstairs. He had claimed the empty room next door to his own as well in the time Charles had been absent, and with Mel’s help the alteration had been painless. He knew Mel was wanting something similar, but he also knew Mel had his eye firmly on the empty house next door, and Kay hoped he would get what he wanted. He opened the door to what he considered his oasis and knew Charles followed him in.

But he didn’t wait for Charles to admire the room, the sleek cream and brown walls and the closet Kay could walk into, to take off his jacket or even speak. He’d waited fifteen hundred years for this moment, and no one was going to take it from him. Kay turned and stepped right up to the bigger man, pushing him back against the closed door. He took a moment to see the surprise in Charles’s eyes turn to pleasure before he pressed his lips to the side of Charles’s neck and used both hands to pull him down so he could reach his mouth. The kiss was perfect. Pleasure and sheer exultation spun around Kay as Charles hesitated for a breathless moment, then kissed him back. Kay scraped his nails through the stubble on Charles’s cheek and moaned into his mouth before tearing his lips away and peppering tiny kisses on every patch of available skin.

Which very soon wasn’t enough.

“Gods,” Charles gasped which made Kay laugh gleefully. It was Charles’s equivalent of “fuck” and said with the same amount of wonderment and frustration. Kay tugged at Charles’s sleeve, and Charles let go for enough time to shrug off his jacket, but unable it seemed, to let him go for long enough to rid himself of his shirt before pulling Kay back and mauling his mouth.

He broke off and cupped both of Kay’s cheeks. “Are you sure?”

Kay answered with another kiss, and it was only when Charles’s warm hands ran over his bare arms Kay realized Charles had effectively been stripping him. Charles pulled Kay close, giving his cock the friction he so desperately craved.

Charles nuzzled his neck. “Still sure?”

Kay smiled. Of course he was sure. He had been sure the first time he had seen Charles. Knew this man belonged to him, and that Kay was Charles’s home. Charles grunted and took control of Kay’s mouth in a blistering kiss that gave Kay no chance to do anything but accept and revel in it.

Kay always dominated in bed. It was the one area of his life he had complete control, but Charles had removed that along with his clothes. Kay felt the chilly sheet on his bare back as Charles laid him down and pulled his tantalizing mouth away. “You have too many clothes on.”

Charles stepped back, and for one agonizing minute Kay thought he was going, but his craggy face changed as a wicked smile lit his eyes and he deliberately undid every button on his too-pristine gray shirt. And drove Kay mad. It was only the promise in the deep brown eyes that never wavered that held Kay still. Kay couldn’t help the appreciative murmur as Charles pushed down his shorts and his cock bounced free. It had been way too long since he had given head, and suddenly it was all he could think about.

Charles knelt down, but before Kay could move, he swung his other leg across Kay and trapped him. Kay made some sort of noise—frustration mixed with awe—but Charles’s smile widened in response, and he bent his head and flicked his tongue over Kay’s nipple. It was like he had been stung. A million tiny needles of sensation made him gasp, and Charles pulled at the skin with his teeth, then licked the imagined hurt better. Kay squirmed. His nipples were sensitive and he—oh. The pull as Charles drew more of Kay’s skin into his mouth seemed to tug much lower, and pain soon transformed into something entirely different.

Charles gave his other nipple the same focused attention and then slid his tongue lower, nipping and blowing gentle kisses as he worked his way down. Kay’s cock practically strained up to