Hallowed Bond (Chronicles of Ylandre Book 2) (26 page)

Again, he turned and started to open the door. A hand shoved it closed once more then grasped him by the shoulder, swung him around and pressed him against the cool wood. He found himself staring into Dylen’s terre verte eyes.

“Did I say I wanted Malkon tonight?” Dylen asked, his voice warm and smooth as newly drawn milk.

Riodan almost stopped breathing. “Don’t you?”

Dylen’s eyes gleamed. “Do I want to pound someone into the mattress right now?

Oh yes. But not offal such as that pathetic excuse for a Deir. Besides, his arse is nowhere near as enticing as yours. As I was about to say before you interrupted me, I was going to
your
room.”

“My room—! But the tunic? I thought you were going back to the palace.”

“My intentions would have been less obvious had anyone seen me knocking at your door at this hour. But you seem to care little for discretion coming to me dressed as you are.”

Before Riodan could respond, Dylen caught him in a sweet, enticing kiss that was all about taking that first exploratory step. Riodan moaned and promptly melted into Dylen’s embrace with a fervor that bespoke desire and anxiety at the same time. When Dylen gently ended their kiss, Riodan refused to end their embrace as well.

Dylen lightly licked his lips then looked closely at Riodan.

“You took
mirash
,” he murmured.

Riodan faintly blushed. “Just before I came here,” he admitted.

Dylen regarded him intently. “Are you certain?”

“All those years ago, I asked to be wholly yours,” Riodan softly reminded him. “I never stopped wanting that. Don’t deny me again, Dy.”

The gleam in Dylen’s eyes gave way to a purposeful glitter. In answer, he pulled Riodan back into another kiss, this one as hard and demanding, as the first had been gentle and inviting. He reached between them and roughly tugged Riodan’s shirt open.

Elated, Riodan returned the favor. Quickly shedding their shirts, they resumed the molten seal of their mouths, Dylen raising his hands to cup Riodan’s face possessively.

Through the corner of his eyes, Riodan saw the gleam of metal on Dylen’s left wrist.

He broke their kiss and stared at the woven leather and beaten gold wristlet on Dylen’s arm. He gripped Dylen’s hand and turned it over. A small but perfect hearstfire adorned the clasp of the wristlet. Almost reverently, Riodan pressed a kiss to Dylen’s wrist, savoring the feel of the gem against his lips.

Dylen cupped his face once more and pulled him into another long kiss. He began to walk Riodan backward to the bed, completely undressing him along the way. Riodan hastily followed suit.

The back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, and he fell back onto it. Dylen followed him down, purposely fitting his slim hips between Riodan’s outspread thighs.

Riodan gasped as their shafts slid against each other. He lifted his hips to further press their groins together.

“So eager,” Dylen murmured as he trailed kisses down Riodan’s throat.

“It’s been like a famine,” Riodan said, arching up eagerly.

Dylen chuckled. Apparently addressing Riodan’s need, he wrought a sensual path down the length of his body, leaving crimson bruises wherever he plied his lips and teeth.

Riodan moaned and trembled under the onslaught but did naught to hinder him. But when Dylen nibbled the tender skin where leg met groin, he reflexively tried to turn away, so acute were the sensations.

Laughing softly, Dylen held his hips down, saying, “I see you’re still sensitive here.

What about here?”

He ran his tongue down Riodan’s shaft to the tender sac beneath. Riodan bit back a cry as Dylen plied his tongue on the soft pouch.

“Dy, please—!”

He sighed with relief when Dylen ceased the maddening caress only to cry out once more when Dylen took his shaft into his mouth. This time there was to be no respite for Dylen held his legs firmly apart while he sucked Riodan to ecstasy with a fierce possessiveness that left Riodan dizzy with shocked joy.

The tight coil of pressure in Riodan’s belly threatened to unravel. He frantically clutched Dylen’s shoulders. “Not like this,” he panted. “Please—inside me.”

Dylen released him and the pressure subsided somewhat. Riodan closed his eyes and breathed deeply to reduce it further. He became dimly aware of Dylen reaching for the bedside table and heard the slide of a drawer opening followed by the sound of a stopper being eased out. He opened his eyes quickly and stared as Dylen poured oil into his palm.

Riodan raised his knees in tacit submission.

He watched Dylen generously anoint his shaft, licking his lips in anticipation of finally sheathing this Deir he adored once more. But Dylen did not simply shove his length into him as he expected. Instead, he reached between Riodan’s legs and caressed the cleft between his buttocks before slipping a slippery finger into him.

Riodan willed himself to relax. He let out a shaky breath as Dylen’s finger pressed deep into him, stroking the satiny walls within. Arousal mounted again, and he found himself even more sensitive to sensation—almost excruciatingly so. The feeling grew sharper when Dylen inserted more fingers into him.

“Ah, don’t make me wait,” he breathlessly said.

Dylen hesitated. Riodan felt inexplicably untried. “How long?”

Riodan smiled. “Since you last had me.”

“But I thought you—“ Dylen stared at him. “Not even Guyon?” He exhaled disbelievingly when Riodan shook his head. “I must ready you more then,” he murmured.

He repeatedly pushed his fingers in, gingerly twisting them to loosen up the snug passage. Riodan gasped at the exquisite incursions.

“Nay!” he moaned, parting his upraised knees in wanton invitation. “Have me now!”

Riodan saw Dylen force himself not to look down, obviously fearing the sight of his fingers steadily breaching Riodan would wrench all restraint from him. Riodan deliberately contracted his muscles around Dylen’s fingers. Dylen shuddered and fought for control.

“Please, Dy,” Riodan begged. “I want you inside me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Dylen protested.

“I don’t care,” Riodan insisted. Raising himself up on an elbow, he reached down for

Dylen’s hand and pulled his fingers out. Lying back, he wrapped his legs around Dylen’s waist and insistently drew him down until Dylen’s straining length slid into the cleft of his backside and nudged the snug opening between. “I just want to feel you again!”

*

“Sweet Veres!” Dylen groaned as the head of his shaft slipped into intoxicating softness and warmth.

Even for a Deir of his experience, the sensation was tempting beyond resistance, especially after his lengthy bout of abstinence from copulation. Trembling with the effort to master himself just that one bit longer, he slowly eased in until he was fully seated inside Riodan. Drawing a shaky breath, he began to thrust into him, gently at first lest he unwittingly abraded long untouched flesh.

Riodan hissed with each inward stroke. He raised shining eyes to Dylen. “It’s been too long,” he whispered. “I missed this so much.”

Dylen gazed at him in wonder. “I can’t believe Guyon did not demand that you yield to him,” he said, every thrust further confirmation of Riodan’s long abstention from playing the mare.

“He did,” Riodan said, half sobbing with delight with each thrust. “But I refused. I told him I wouldn’t yield to anyone outside of the marriage bed.” He tightened his legs around Dylen’s waist. “Except you, Dy. I am yours when you want me, however you want me, whether you want me or not.”

His control already under siege from the sheer bliss of being inside Riodan once more, Dylen felt it shatter completely at the other’s admission. Restraint and method were abruptly abandoned, and he gave himself over to his desire.

He kept his promise and, quickening the forward lunge of his hips, drove forcefully into Riodan until the bed for all its size and sturdiness was virtually shaking beneath them. Trying to keep his release back longer, he saw Riodan’s hand creep down to touch his shaft as it repeatedly entered him. Joy and gratitude glowed in Riodan’s eyes as he felt the evidence of their bodies’ first union after so many years.

Feeling his control wear thin, Dylen growled, “Touch yourself.”

Riodan obeyed and grasping his shaft, started to pump it. He gasped when Dylen wrapped his fingers around his hand so that they stroked Riodan’s shaft together. The intimacy of it all proved too much for Riodan. Milky semen covered their fingers and stippled his belly as nigh shattering pleasure ran amuck within him.

An instant later, Dylen drove hard and deep into him, gasping harshly as he spent himself.

*

Riodan caught his breath at the no longer familiar sensation of warm seed spilling inside him. Tears threatened to flow, and he pulled Dylen down into a rough kiss before he made a maudlin spectacle of himself.

Dylen lingered a while inside him before gently withdrawing. Glancing down at the pearlescent streaks on Riodan’s rippled abdomen, he leaned down and licked the taut flesh clean. Riodan moaned at the sensual gesture.

When Dylen lay down beside him, he hurried into his embrace and nestled his head on a hard shoulder. He wrapped his arms around Dylen, savoring the closeness as intensely as he had their bodies’ coupling.

At length, he lazily draped a leg across Dylen’s thighs. Feeling the nudge of Dylen’s

stirring shaft against his limb, he felt his lust swell once more. One coupling was utterly inadequate to make up for the long years of loneliness. He lifted his head and looked at Dylen.

When Dylen met his gaze he hopefully asked, “Has the
mirash
taken effect yet?”

Dylen chuckled. “Let me wash up,” he huskily said, sliding out of Riodan’s arms and off the bed.

Riodan watched him enter the bathing chamber. Of a sudden, impatience struck him hard and he lay on his back, spread his legs and reached behind his seed sac to finger the tiny orifice it concealed. Images of Dylen taking him thusly spurred him on, and he continued to caress himself, initiating the process that would enable him to receive Dylen genitally. So rapt was he in the pleasurable exercise of turning himself that he did not notice when Dylen came out of the other room.

*

Dylen paused to watch Riodan. The young ambassador made a spectacularly sensual sight as, head thrown back and legs splayed, he stroked himself to readiness. Dylen clenched his hands and willed his lust to abate lest he went and sank himself into Riodan with little preamble.

He walked to the bed and, without a word, drew Riodan’s hand away. Riodan opened his eyes and stared up at him, eyes dazed with desire but questioning nonetheless. Dylen did not respond.

Still silent he pushed Riodan’s thighs up and spread them farther. For a moment, he locked gazes with Riodan. He dropped his eyes to the earthy delights before him.

Riodan’s seed pouch had contracted, exposing his sheath completely. He dipped his head and sealed his mouth to the moist lips of the rosy opening.

Riodan’s shocked gasp was soon followed by a spate of moans and soft cries as Dylen plied his tongue on the tiny folds that guarded the sensitive channel within, sucking the delicate flesh ever so gently now and then. When the entrance was slick and ready for penetration, he pressed his tongue inside to taste deeply of his lover’s sweetness. Riodan almost reared then, but Dylen held him down and continued to breach him thusly.

Dylen felt Riodan’s fingers tangle distractedly in his hair. Judging from his alternating attempts to push up and pull away, it seemed Riodan was torn between the instinct to escape the much too intense sensation and the desire for more of it. Desire apparently won out, and Dylen smirked when Riodan urgently pressed himself against the tongue that speared him. When Riodan’s moans evolved into helpless sobs, Dylen rose above him and wedged his hips between his thighs. Leaning down, he kissed Riodan as he pushed into him, tearing the vestigial membrane inside in one smooth slide.

He heard Riodan’s startled whimper as he was thoroughly filled, and it seemed the sweetest sound to him, heady proof that Riodan had truly saved the taking of every vestige of his innocence for Dylen. He almost brusquely dipped his tongue into Riodan’s mouth in possessive mimicry of his shaft’s repeated ingress into Riodan’s body.

Riodan held tight to him, curling one leg behind Dylen’s thighs to urge him ever more deeply into him. He moaned Dylen’s name in between kisses, sometimes crying out as he was steadily cleaved, visibly overcome by the exquisite frictional contact between hard invading flesh and soft sensitized skin. And still Dylen maintained a measured pace, keeping them both just on the edge of completion, and thus heightened every rapturous

sensation between them.

“Dy, Dy, finish it,” Riodan shamelessly begged. “Please,
ariad
, no more, no more.

Ah, I’ll scream the embassy down if you don’t!”

Dylen cut him off with a hard kiss, relishing Riodan’s strangled cry as he was lifted up to straddle Dylen’s lap, deepening his impalement. Hardly giving Riodan time to adjust to the new position, Dylen wrapped his fingers around the column of flesh trapped between them.

“You’ll scream anyway,” he roughly said as he boldly stroked Riodan’s shaft and bucked up into him. “And I don’t care if the entire city knows I’m the reason for it. Now ride me, Rio. Ride me hard.”

Instinct overriding all thought and any remaining reservations, Riodan obeyed. They moved together in an act as ancient as Aisen itself, and the world without seemed to lose substance as they focused entirely on achieving ultimate bodily union and the incomparable ecstasy that came with it.

Riodan shattered first, his whole body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. His sobbing cries resounded in the chamber. Dylen watched him keenly, mesmerized by his utter collapse.

The sight of Riodan’s undoing wrecked his own self-control, and he finally gave in to his body’s plea for release. It was no less explosive, and he ground himself upward into Riodan and spilled his seed into him in what felt like an endless stream. He rasped out Riodan’s name with the last of his spending, holding Riodan in an embrace so hot and tight, one would have thought he was trying to fuse their very bodies together.