Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“It’s beautiful,” Theodor whispered in admiration.
He’d designed and cared for the garden in his quarters as well, but he also had help. “This had to take years of work at a time.”
Boraleashe’s decorative purple and yellow cabbage leaves were even larger than his own, the many varieties of fall mums bordering the outside just like his. The one difference he noticed was the pansies were winter white instead of the hybrid ones he’d created.
“I knew deep down inside, from somewhere lost, that I loved you, my king. There was just no way for me to show it.”
Theodor jerked Boraleashe against him and claimed his mouth in a hungry, fevered kiss. “Love you so fucking much it’s painful,” he said between gasps of breath, lifting Boraleashe’s chin and going for his neck. “Fuck, you smell good, and you look so stunning tonight.”
“And your presence reveals the stars, my lord.”
Theodor hummed, basking in the high praise. “Such pretty words for a titan warrior.”
“I can feel your warmth, Theo,” Boraleashe groaned, his dick hard and pressed against his pelvis.
“Love has made you insatiable,” Theodor smirked, nipping at the strained tendons of Boraleashe’s throat.
Boraleashe bit him back, jerking Theodor’s tunic open and tugging at his leather belt.
He could imagine what the guards and their men were thinking just outside the door, but fuck it. Boraleashe walked them until Theodor’s back was pressed against freezing glass. Being in this garden made Theodor’s insides spark with craving and detonate. Nothing could stop the force of their winds now.
“I can’t stop licking your mouth and craving your earthly kisses,” Boraleashe moaned, his tongue dragging over his.
Theodor opened wider, letting his lover take as much as he wanted. Boraleashe had his pants splayed open and riding low on his bare ass, the head of his pale cock peeking out and leaking down his shaft. Boraleashe descended on Theodor’s body until he stopped him midway. Ignoring the pissed-off grunt, he pinned Boraleashe’s arms behind his back and instead lowered to his knees.
His betrothed looked shocked. His powder-blue eyes, shimmering with flakes of white, locked on his own with a level of intensity that took him the rest of the way down. Theodor didn’t care about the unforgiving stone floor; he’d never been in a more comfortable position.
“My lord… I…” Boraleashe breathed, shaking his head. “You don’t have to…”
“Don’t have to what?” Theodor freed the rest of Boraleashe’s cock and nudged it with his cheek. “Can a king not kneel to pleasure his husband?”
“Gods.” Boraleashe shuddered in his hold, nodding slowly. His perfect lips parted, but no sound came out.
Theodor’s dick jerked in triumph. He was intent on showing Boraleashe how unique their marriage would be. His consort would not be required to pleasure Theodor when he demanded. He refused to be a selfish lover; it was deplorable and not how his father had raised him.
Ever since he’d had Boraleashe’s long cock in his fist, he’d fantasized about it being in his mouth. “I’ve waited long enough for this,” he whispered, licking a long, searing path from base to tip.
Boraleashe trembled harder, his face flushing with desire. Theodor didn’t hesitate swallowing the thick head down his throat. Boraleashe was leaking just as much as him, the taste pure and clean on his tongue. He was so damn hard that he had to pull his cock the rest of the way out of his leather trousers before it broke in half.
He smoothed his hands around Boraleashe’s hips until he had both firm mounds in his palms, using them to feed that delicious cock even deeper. He wanted to make Boraleashe’s tight grip on his control shatter into a million fucking pieces, and Theodor would be there on his knees enjoying an amazing view of it all.
Strong hips bucked in his hold, but Theodor kept a firm grip on Boraleashe’s obedience. His winter warrior tried to block the show of pleasure flashing across his serious face. He arched his back, his throat constricting to withhold his cries of ecstasy.
Challenge accepted, damn it.
Theodor kept the pace measured and easy, stroking his own cock to the same rhythm he sucked his lover down. But this wasn’t going to make Boraleashe scream his name. Theodor gave him several quick bobs, licking, before he slowed again and released the head with a wet pop.
“Fuck.” Boraleashe folded over him.
That was a start, but not near enough worship to sate him.
Boraleashe wove his narrow fingers through Theodor’s hair, massaging his scalp before he cupped the back of his head. He nuzzled and moaned against Boraleashe’s groin, working his way deeper.
The first touch of his tongue behind Boraleashe’s sac made him whimper. He wanted to appreciate Boraleashe’s unique flavor, which tasted untarnished, natural, his porcelain skin begging to be marked by his king.
Their men outside cleared their throats, shuffling in place. Theodor’s obscene display of public affection would be considered egregious for their station… if he gave a damn. Theodor would bend his husband over in the center of the goddamn courtyard to show everyone whose he was.