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This gorgeous man, this hard-muscled warrior, now belonged not to Niam, but with him. Niam took the muscular globes of Rufe’s ass into his hands, holding him still while Niam worked his mouth up and down Rufe’s glorious length.

Rufe wove his fingers through Niam’s hair, cradling the back of his head, gently urging him on.

Niam needed no urging, plunging down again and again, holding the base of Rufe’s cock with one hand while working himself with the other.

Rufe dropped a hand to Niam’s shoulder, lightly shoving. “No. That’s too good. It can’t be over so soon.” Grip firm, Rufe lifted, helping Niam to his feet. He sealed their mouths again, reaching down to stroke Niam’s cock.

His grin twisted Niam’s heart when he retreated, then lifted and deposited Niam on the bed.

Niam spread his legs for Rufe to settle between, glorying in the weight of that solid body on his. He’d never get enough of this man.

Rufe moaned into their kiss, thrusting his hardened length against Niam’s. So good, so right. A million worries waited outside the door. Niam pushed them from his mind. This was his bonding night, the one he thought he’d never have.

Rufe wrapped a callused hand around both their erections, making them slide more firmly together. A groan tore from Niam’s throat.

“I hope whoever prepared this chamber thought of everything,” Niam growled.

Rufe reached beside the bed to a table Niam hadn’t taken the time to properly notice before.

A small, stoppered vial glittered in the firelight.

Rufe rose to his knees, pouring liquid from the vial onto his fingers, and put the bottle aside again.

He rubbed his moistened fingers against Niam’s opening, pressing lightly, working in oil while gently stretching the muscles guarding the place Niam most wanted Rufe to be.

Oh, damn. Those fingers, the stretch, the burn. Niam thrashed his head back and forth. Those fingers stroked over the place inside that nearly made him scream. How could anything feel so wonderful?

Rufe slowly fucked Niam with those glorious fingers, preparing him for something far better.

Then the fingers disappeared, replaced by something so much larger.

Rufe stared down with quiet intensity while Niam held his gaze.

Niam nodded once. Rufe pressed down, the broad head of his cock slowly breaching Niam’s tight ring of muscle while Niam dug his fingertips into Rufe’s biceps, fighting to keep his eyes open and enjoy the concentration on his beloved's face.

The feeling of being stretched, of opening to take Rufe inside… The flex of Rufe’s muscles beneath Niam’s fingertips…

All thoughts fled Niam’s mind save for Rufe’s forceful thrusts, and he arched into each. His world narrowed to the two of them, moving as one, their panted breaths, moans, groans, and the creak of bed ropes.

Rufe’s skin grew slick as he plunged in again and again, making promises with his body—making Niam his.

Niam wrapped his ankles over Rufe’s thighs, urging him on, ensuring every stroke of Rufe’s cock hit the right spots inside.

Rufe shifted his weight back off his arms, then captured Niam’s wrists, holding them to the bed. His kiss proved brutal, primal, a lustful, wild joining of two mouths, two bodies, two souls, catching Niam’s whimpers.

They rocked together slowly, increasing speed, then slowed again, taking Niam higher and higher.

When they neared the tipping point, Rufe backed off, excellently playing Niam’s body like a finely tuned instrument.

The intensity couldn’t last much longer.

Niam longed for sweet relief while simultaneously never wanting their coupling to end.

At long last, Rufe growled, “Ready?” and slammed home, gaze fixed to Niam’s face, thrusts frantic, savage… perfect.

Niam’s muscles tensed, pressure building deep within.

Rufe moved his hands from Niam’s wrists to his thighs, hauling him more fully onto Rufe’s cock. Once more, twice more. Rufe threw back his head, eyes closed, every muscle in his magnificent body seizing.

Niam grabbed his cock, frantically stroking.

Rufe stilled and roared, “Aaaarrrh….”

The storm broke, taking Niam away and rolling him under. Sweet torture, yet sweet relief. His body clenched around Rufe, seed spilling onto his chest, his stomach, maybe even his face. He shuddered through aftershocks, one hand on his cock, the other fisted in the sheets.

The gloriousness of Rufe posed like a statue in the throes of ecstasy—ecstasy Niam had given him. Rufe lowered Niam’s hips back to the mattress with painstaking slowness, easing his spent cock from Niam’s aching-in-a-good-way ass.

He collapsed beside Niam, eyes closed, breathing hard. “By all the gods and goddesses ever known,” he gusted out between panted breaths. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.” He opened one dark eye.

Niam’s heart raced, his breathing hard and fast. He’d been totally, wonderfully fucked by a man he’d never tire of wanting. This might be the most wonderful arranged marriage of convenience ever. “I love you too, Rufe,” Niam confessed.

Rufe gave a sappy smile, drew close, and rested Niam’s head on his heaving chest. “I had hoped you might one day. Today works just fine.” After a moment, he added, “I might owe Whreyn a debt of gratitude for expediting this. I’ll still kill the bastard, but I’m grateful for you.”

Niam couldn’t agree more.