Page 16 of Winds of Destiny

Cam

I swear that all I was thinking about when I stood up was keeping Turo from annihilating Kai. I wasn’t thinking about showing off with moves that just happen to make me look especially good or putting on a performance that would make these Dellians’ jaws drop. I genuinely was thinking only of my proxy husband’s health and status, because Turo beating him might undermine his authority with his men.

That said, I’m not sad that things have turned out this way, with Kai’s bright eyes reflecting my own desire back at me. And I’m definitely not sad that tonight is the first night we’ve set the tents up. It’s going to be a lot easier to meet my future husband without blushing over the fact that every single person he sent to get me has seen my bare body on display.

“Come to bed,” Kai murmurs, and I immediately nod. He turns us toward our waiting tent, not bothering to let go of me.

“Wait, my sword!” I try to turn back, and then—

I’m airborne, hoisted over Kai’s shoulder and with a perfect view of his ass as he doesn’t even break stride. I can’t help it—I start to laugh.

“Let Turo get that sword,” Kai says. “And I’ll concern myself with yours.”

Gods, such a terrible joke, and Turo has to hate this, but I can’t stop laughing. I feel good, free and easy for the first time in way too long. I feel hot and needy, too.

I can’t wait to see what I’m about to get.

“You owe me a brace of hares, Rusen,” Deric says from behind us as Kai keeps walking away. “I told you they’d be fucking before the week was out.”

“Come on , Kai!” his second calls out, aggrieved. “You couldn’t have held off with your prick for three more da—”

I lose track of his words as Kai bends abruptly, catching me before I fall off his shoulder as he lifts the tent flap and crawls inside. He sits back on his knees with me in his lap, puts one hand under my ass and the other on the back of my neck, and crushes our mouths together.

The taste of him draws me in closer. I flick my tongue out, testing, and when he opens his lips I’m ready, thrusting inside of him, owning his mouth. Kai rolls his hips up, grinding our cocks together, and a flash of heat makes me moan.

I’m already aching—and all he’s done is kiss me.

It’s dark in the tent, the air a little stale, but I don’t care. I don’t need to see, I don’t need to breathe, I just need to be fucked before I die of desire.

I pull away from Kai’s mouth and bite down on his neck, lick my way up to his ear, then say, “Don’t you want to be inside of me?”

“Fucking gods,” he breathes, his arms tightening around me like the ropes he threatened me with earlier. I love it, I love being held like this—it makes me feel wanted, and the way it squeezes me in tighter to his cock is nice, too. He’s big, I can tell. I can’t wait to feel him in me. “You keep talking like that and I’m not going to be responsible for what happens next.”

Ooh, that sounds like fun! “What, you don’t want to hear how tight I’m going to be around you?” I tease. “How much I want you to hold my hips up and fuck me so hard I have to ride with a pad on my saddle tomorrow? How incredible it’s going to feel when you slick up your cock and—”

I’m on my back on the bedroll before I can keep it up, and Kai is very efficiently freeing me of my clothes. I toe off my boots and lift my ass to help him get my pants down, and then I’m naked beneath him while he’s still fully clothed, armed even. It’s a dynamic that might scare me if I didn’t have so much faith in this man by now.

Kai’s not going to hurt me. He might just be my proxy husband, but he’s tended to me like I hope my real husband one day will. I ache with wanting him and hold out my arms. He ignores them though, settling down between my legs and—

There’s no preamble, no warm-up, he just leans in and takes my cock into his mouth. The pressure, the wetness, the heat … I don’t know what noise I’m making, but I hope Turo isn’t around to hear this, because—

No. Let him listen. Let him imagine everything that’s happening in here right now. I want him to know how it could have been for the two of us.

Mostly, though, I just want to focus on Kai and his stupidly amazing mouth. He pulls back far enough to lick at the top of my cock, pressing his tongue into the slit before sliding down again. He takes me in so deep I cut off his air for a moment before he pulls back and off, breathing heavily. It’s so dark in here that I can barely see him, but I still find his head with my hands and curl my fingers into his thick hair, loosening it from the leather band holding it back. “Don’t stop, don’t—”

He moves before I can move him, taking me inside again. I ache with pleasure, my balls tightening quickly with the need to come. I haven’t gotten off in over a week, too busy and too emotional and too damn afraid of the future, but now… Why should I fear this? Him? I don’t, I can’t, I need this too much.

One huge hand finds my balls, cupping them, then pulling down until the pressure makes me whine. I was so close, so ready. “Let me, I need it, please—”

Kai chuckles around me. I can feel the vibrations along my cock, and it’s wonderful and awful at the same time. I’m on the verge of coming, but he staves it off even as he sucks me hard, licking up precome like it’s the finest wine.

It takes a while to sink in, but I finally understand that I’m not going to come until he lets me. It’s a novel sensation, one that sends a thrill up my spine. I’ve never had a partner who didn’t immediately give me my way. It’s one of the perks of being a prince. Kai clearly has no intention of giving in, though, and when I try to thrust harder into his mouth, he just moves off me, forces my hips down with his free hand, and says, “Stay.”

I’m not a pet to be put in my place…except it seems that I might be, for him. I sink back onto the blankets and give up the idea that I’m in charge here. Kai hums his approval, then proceeds to give me the best blow job I’ve ever had, licking and humming and brushing me with the faintest edge of his teeth every now and then. It’s a shock to my system, pure thrill, and I know I’m mewling and whining but I can’t help it. I want him so much.

It’s wonderful to want someone I can have.

After a few more minutes of this delicious torment, Kai pulls back and uses the hand not controlling my balls to rummage in a rucksack. I take deep breaths, doing my best to stay in control, and smile when the scent of something sweet and herbal fills the air. A second later, the tip of one thick finger brushes against my hole, spreading a cool, slick liquid there. My legs shiver, and I bring one of my hands up to my mouth to stifle the shrieks that are dying to get out.

“Do you want this?” Kai’s voice is low and gravelly, rough with the abuse my cock has done to the back of his throat. I love it.

“I already said so,” I tell him.

“That was before. Tell me again. Say it and mean it, or I can finish you with my mouth.”

How could he possibly think I’m going to give up on the chance to be fucked tonight? “You could do both,” I suggest coyly. “Let me come in your mouth, then fuck me.”

Kai laughs. “Oh, no. You’re going to be absolutely useless after I’ve had my way with you, whichever way you choose. I want you fully aware and awake for everything we do.”

I pout and tap him on the hip with my heel. “You think too highly of yourself.”

“Do I?” he asks, then slides his thick, wet finger inside of me.

Blessed Ophiucas , that’s—that’s—it’s just one finger, it shouldn’t feel so good, it shouldn’t feel so fucking big , but it does. I choke on empty air, and my balls make a play at tightening again, only to be tugged ruthlessly back down. Kai has me, and he’s not going to let me go.

I spread my legs wider, plant my feet on the ground, and fuck myself down onto his finger. “More,” I say, and he obliges me quickly with another finger, twisting them together inside of me as he stretches the rim of my hole. It feels incredible, a moment of stinging giving way to the perfect feeling of fullness. The air in the tent is thick with the scent of the salve he’s using to open me up, and I’m so turned on I can barely breathe.

“More, more,” I beg— beg this time, no demands anymore, sheer begging. Kai pulls his fingers back, leaving me too empty, but when he comes back with three…

They’re so big, hard and calloused from his work, yet gentle as his fingertips finally find the spot inside of me that makes stars explode across my eyelids when he rubs it. I’m bearing down hard on his hand, uncaring of everything except how good he feels inside of me, and how much more I still want.

“So tight around me,” he says, dark desire in his voice. “Your body wants this so bad, doesn’t it? It’s opening up so well. You’re almost stretched enough to handle my cock.”

Almost? Three of his massive fingers get me to almost? I think four might kill me. I can’t wait, I don’t want to wait, I want his cock inside of me, I want to feel his weight on my body as he fucks me so hard I see stars.

“Oh, is that all?” Kai murmurs, heat and amusement clear in his voice.

Was I speaking…out loud?

“You are, but I won’t hold it against you. Wait for me.” He pulls back, pulls out , and—

“Come back!” I’m absolutely desperate for it; I hate the feeling of emptiness losing his fingers leaves me with. He’s going for his shirt, but fuck that—I lean up and tear at the laces of his pants, then reach inside and finally lay my hand on his massive cock. Oh… Oh, he really is huge. Four fingers would probably be smart, but I’m too impatient. I want him inside of me so badly I can barely breathe.

“Oil,” I demand, and I love how holding him like this has suddenly robbed Kai of his grace, making him fumble for the salve as he tries not to move out of my grasp. He hands it to me, and I dip my fingers into the slick, thick unguent, then rub it along the length of his cock until he’s trembling with need. That’s more like it. I reach down and touch my hole, soft and yielding under my fingers, and I know I’m ready. I whisper in Kai’s ear, “Now fuck me.”

He moves quickly, and, before I know it, I’m on my back again, only this time he’s down with me, chest to chest, pressing his mouth to my neck as he slides the head of his cock against my ass and then—slowly— slowly slips inside of me. I expect it to ache, but all I feel is heat and pleasure and intense satisfaction. “More,” I demand, and then—

There’s the ache, oh gods, he just keeps going and going, beyond anyone I’ve ever felt before. Once he’s finally all the way inside it’s impossible to move. He’s on me, in me; I’m paralyzed by the weight of my desire. I’m so hard, I’m going to come all over him the second he pulls back, I know it.

He must know it, too, because he shifts just enough to reach his hand between us and clamp his fingers around the base of my cock, just barely stalling my orgasm. “Nooo,” I whine. “Please, no, I’m so close…” Vaguely I hear a shuffling outside the tent, but I can’t devote any attention to it—everything is focused on Kai right now.

“Wait,” Kai says, his voice tense. “Wait just a little longer.” Then he finally begins to move, and…

I’ve never been so ready to come in my entire life. Every thrust takes me to the knife’s edge of pleasure and back again, keeping me hanging over an abyss that will swallow me whole the second I fall. My nails dig into Kai’s back, pulling him closer, closer, until his belly brushes the head of my cock and suddenly it doesn’t matter that he’s holding me so tight, I’m coming even though nothing is coming out. I squeeze tightly around him, and he gasps and lets go of me as he comes himself, and then—

Ecstasy. Overwhelming pleasure as my cock finally begins to spurt. Every muscle in me clenches, the stars I’ve been waiting for erupt behind my eyelids, and then…

Then there’s nothing but warmth and darkness and the delight of a warm body against mine, keeping me from floating away. I don’t think sex has ever felt so good. It’s almost a shame, because there’s no way my husband will ever measure up after this.

Maybe he’ll agree to a threesome.

Unbidden, my mind turns toward Turo, like it always does when I’m not actively pushing against it. How much did he hear? Did he like it? Is he hard now, thinking of me like this? Does he wish it was him?

A warm hand touches my face, drawing me up and into a kiss. Kai is still inside me, and he’s not going soft. “We’re not done yet,” he promises as he begins to move again.

It’s just what I need to stop thinking about Turo and focus on happier things—like the man inside of me. I wind my arms around Kai, hold him close, and give myself over to pleasure.