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)
He called on his wind, gentler this time, his gaze still held captive while he maneuvered a sliver of coolness up the inside of Theodor’s thigh and threaded through his firm cheeks, kissing his hole with a flutter of cool air.
A sexy smirk of mischief softened Theodor’s firm jaw, giving Boraleashe the courage to keep going. He eased the wintry caress under Theodor’s balls and against his taint until he gave a fierce shudder.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come so hard inside you. You are all mine, my arctic titan, all mine alone,” Theodor groaned.
He wrapped his warm fist so tight around Boraleashe’s cock he saw the clouds in the heavens.
“Come with me. Open all of yourself.”
Boraleashe was hollering before Theodor could finish the command, his chest thrust against Theodor’s mouth, allowing him to breathe life into his dead soul. His dick pulsed, spilling his seed between them.
Theodor’s thighs were against his ass, his orgasm locking him in place, letting the comforting warmth flood Boraleashe’s channel. A comfort that reached clear to the crown of his head.
They lay there silent, unmoving in bliss for a long moment. Boraleashe had his ankles hooked around the back of Theodor’s calves, preventing him from moving even if he wanted to. Lazy kisses were placed along his throat to the corner of his mouth before Theodor stopped suddenly. It was an unusual, tender gesture for a titan, but their sex had been just as unique. Boraleashe could still feel Theodor’s presence inside him.
Am I cured?
His body and mind wanted more of his lord… but did his heart?
He prayed so because he was out of time.
Theodor
Not-a-fuckin’-gain
Theodor cradled Boraleashe from behind, allowing only enough room between them for their combined winds. Boraleashe’s head rested in the crook of Theodor’s elbow, in the perfect position for him to rest his lips behind his ear. Boraleashe was staring into the fire, his face unreadable, but the palm Theodor had over Boraleashe’s healing chest was speaking loud and clear.
Boraleashe had given all he had and splayed open his aching soul. The ice king had allowed love in; now, the rest they had to leave to the will of the gods.
Theodor wanted and waited for Boraleashe to open his sexy mouth, wanted to hear his confessions on how Theodor made him feel, but the endless silence stretched on.
“You truly are a warrior of few words.”
Boraleashe didn’t turn to face him when he answered in a raspy, wry tone, “I’ll speak if my voice will improve upon the silence, my lord. This moment needs no sound.”
After that one prophetic thought, Boraleashe continued to observe the flames.
Fuck, I want more of you already.
It was insane how much Boraleashe’s maturity and wisdom turned him on… but then again, it always had. He thrust his growing cock against the swell of those firm mounds, causing a low groan to rumble behind Boraleashe’s rib cage.
“Let’s retire to your chambers for the rest of the evening,” Theodor purred in Boraleashe’s ear, his body smoldering with unrestrained lust. “I want you in bed, spread wide before me. I want to feast on all of this flawless, snow-white skin.”
Boraleashe accepted Theodor’s outstretched hand and allowed him to pull him up and into his arms. He refastened Boraleashe’s heavy bath shawl around his shoulders and covered his nakedness. He got caught again staring too long at Boraleashe’s pale pink lips, fantasizing about slipping his tongue between them.
“Let me gather my bearings, lord. I’ll receive you soon.”
Theodor was hit with a sudden unease that made him not want to let Boraleashe go. But this was not his kingdom, and he didn’t want a consort that he could control. With one last stroke over Boraleashe’s damp hair, Theodor let his love slip from his fingers once more.
Theodor stood at the entrance of Boraleashe’s bedchambers while his personal guard knocked on the frosted glass doors to announce him. After several silent moments, the soldier frowned and knocked again.
Panic slammed into Theodor with realization.
Another unanswered knock. “Lord Boraleashe, Lord Theodor of Fhomhair is—”
Theodor shoved the armed guard to the side and shot both hands forward, sending a blast of wind ahead of him that ripped the doors from the hinges and made them shatter into pieces across the floor.
Boraleashe’s chambers were dark and empty.
Theodor rushed across the white carpet toward the open balcony doors and onto the terrace, adrenaline surging through his blood. A storm raged around him, blowing his robe high over his head. The moon was so low in the ink-black sky that it appeared almost touchable. Theodor braced his hands on the freezing railing, glaring hard at the fast-moving, corpse-gray storm clouds.
Theodor scowled at the demonic shade of the moon, whose blue-black tint cast a dreary shade across the kingdom. The entire realm fell eerily silent, the moon seeming to glower back at him.