Page 103 of Seared Fates

“And you’re mine, too.” Kai’s voice is a sensual caress, his fingers snaking down my forearms. A featherlight touch, yet I yield to him in a way no other war chief could claim.

“I am yours in every way possible,” I promise. My voice is ragged, my blood hot.

“And you give me what I want. What I demand.” Kai moves his searching hands to outline the shape of my muscled stomach.Each careful little stroke sends a blaze of heat to my rock-hard length. “Right, Vidar?”

My palms slide up his velvet-smooth skin to grasp his jaw. “Always, little prince.”

Kai continues his journey, dipping lower and lower…

A growl stalks from behind my ribs as the sound of a falling zipper slices through the thick tension between us.

My stare—hard and unwavering—burns into his, and when his deft fingers free my cock, hard enough it’s an angry red, I hiss out a breath.

“Fuck you’re so big,” Kai whimpers, a single crack in his playful demeanour.

I try not to appear smug.

But what's the point of humility when my lover’s eyes widen at the size of my manhood. It stands long and proud, thick enough that Kai will feel each inch.

Yet my mate will always find a way to humble me, and all my smugness dissolves like sugar on my tongue when he spits on his hand and wraps my pulsing length in his fist—then strokes.

My head drops back. The sound that rips from me could crack a mountain. Desire surges through my straining body as Kai works me with deliberate, ruthless precision.

One glance at his smirk, and I know breaking me is exactly what he wants.

I’ve known pleasure, have fucked too many women to count. But when Kai sits up, his head of braids bowing forward before a scolding wet heat sucks me down—all that knowledge becomes ash.

“FUCK!” I yell, grabbing hold of Kai’s head with both hands, his lips stretched around my cock. His head bobs to take my thickness deeper, and my whole world narrows to Kai and the way his tongue coils around my shaft.

“Fuck, Kai,” I breathe. “So good.”

Only my pride stops me from thrusting into his mouth like a boy without hair on his chest—barely.

But from the glint of mischief between pretty dark lashes, I believe my soulmate aims to drive me insane.

Kai grabs hold of my hips, hollows his cheeks and sucks me in deeper.

My control snaps.

“You want it?” Fangs aching in my gums, I tug on his head, forcing him to halt. Then pull my shaft—shiny with his spit—inch by inch out of his hot mouth.

“Fuck my throat, Vidar. Give it to me,” he rasps.

The tip of his tricky tongue flicks across my head, and I groan out.

“Okay, little prince.” I slide back between Kai’s swollen lips, his unwavering gaze like jewels scattered in lava. “Lemme make us both a little crazy.”

I push in until I’m hitting the back of his constricting throat, the strangling pleasure burning hotter than even his magical fire. Reducing all my thoughts to cinders.

“Fucking…amazing.” I groan, pulling back out.

Kai may be kneeling, my thick cock disappearing around his moaning, stretched mouth; however, I’ve never been so completely under someone's spell. My love could ask for all the oceans, and by my honour, I would find a way to gift him every drop.

My slow pace begins to increase, and Kai takes it all. Drool dripping down his chin, and whimpering each time my balls slap against his face.

All too soon, my orgasm threatens to knock me on my back.

“Shit!” I bite back a yell, pulling free of Kai’s far too tempting lips with an audiblepop. “You nearly had me coming.”