Page 46 of Eryx

He wouldn’t be cold for long.

When we reached the stables, Axios seemed momentarily confused before the reason for the location became clear to him. We needed privacy. I grabbed the handle on the heavy wooden door and opened it. The horses inside didn’t react to our presence as we walked past them. I pulled Axios through the stable and spun him around to face me.

One look into his eyes and I found myself truly nervous for one of the first times in my life. I knew how to be a warrior; I was born to be one. My feelings for Axios frightened me, though. What if I failed him in some way? What if I hurt him? It was a type of vulnerability I never thought I’d face.

I grazed a finger over his lips before capturing them with mine. I backed him up into an empty stall as I kissed him, my hands sliding down his sides and taking hold of his tunic. His smell, his taste, they drove me wild with a lust I’d never known.

He stumbled and pulled me down with him into a bed of hay. My chuckle at his clumsiness died away as he moaned and clung onto me tighter.

Every moment had led us to this; the pain, the scars, and the lessons learned.

On top of him, I rolled my hips forward and kissed across his jaw and down his neck. When I reached the base of his throat, he gasped and stiffened against me.

“Ery…” he moaned.

He didn’t need to say what he needed, for I needed it too.

Axios lifted his hips, grinding himself against me. The sensations caused my skin to tingle and my breath to quicken. Heat spread from my head to my toes and my heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest.

“Do you trust me?” I asked, meeting his gaze.

He nodded without hesitation. I unfastened the clip that held his tunic in place and pulled the material aside to reveal his bare torso. He was so beautiful it made me ache to look upon him. My beautiful raven with skin as soft as feathers and eyes that pierced my soul. I kissed his chest before traveling farther down his body, leaving a wet path with my tongue that made him shudder.

I brought to mind what Paris had told me.“Play with his cock, but be cautious of your teeth when sucking it.”

Reaching that special place between his legs, I admired the length and shape. I’d seen Axios naked countless times, yet never when I felt the way I did right now, so driven with desire. He gasped as I slipped his length between my lips. The salty taste of him burst on my tongue and shot through me like an arrow on fire, scorching everything in its path.

Axios tangled his fingers in my hair, encouraging me. The sounds leaving his lips were encouragement enough.

With my lips still around him, I slowly moved a finger across his entrance. Paris had said to suck his cock first and ease into the rest. Axios jolted at the contact before relaxing again. His vulnerable expression as our eyes met caused an unexpected rise of emotion within my chest.

We were used to being beaten, to having our blood splash upon the earth and gritting our teeth from the pain to keep from crying out. But we weren’t used to displaying ourselves so fully, so completely, to someone else.

Pain we were used to. Pleasure was a different matter.

Holding his base, I popped his tip from my mouth. His abdomen tightened as he slightly moved his hips up, seeking more friction on his glistening cock. I slipped two fingers into my mouth to wet them before dropping my hand back to his backside. Instead of jolting again when my slick fingers brushed against his entrance, he relaxed against them. Wanting more.

“Where is it you learned this?” Axios asked, breathless.

“The older men.” I continued moving my fingers. “I inquired about how boys pleased one another.”

I expected Axios to shake his head or perhaps laugh at the thought of me inquiring about such things. I didn’t expect for him to clench his jaw and glare at me. The rage in his eyes matched the one I’d felt earlier when I believed him to be admiring the girls.

And then I understood.

“Axios… it is not what you believe. I have not been touched by any other than you. I am yours… and you are mine.”

Until I drew my final breath, I would always be his.

The anger subsided and he nodded. A smile then curved his lips. “What more did they tell you?”

I returned his grin. “It is better if I showed you.”

With our gazes locked, I lowered my head and slipped him back into my mouth. His moan was instant, and it reached my ears like music. Sweeter than the strumming of any lyre. Apollo himself held no comparison. I could’ve spent the rest of my days pleasing Axios this way.

As he leaned back against the hay, he buried his fingers in my hair.

“When you have ‘em on that cliff, that’s when you slip a finger into his ass. Don’t give me that look. He’ll like it. Take my word as truth.”