Bee Among the Clover (93 page)

Aron was unsure why Roman refused to look at him, why there was that almost frantic tone in his voice when he’d met Aron’s eyes for that split second before closing them again. But he was too wrapped up in the overwhelming sensations to try and unravel it right now. Bracing his hands on either side of Roman’s shoulders and lifting himself onto his palms, Aron drove his hips hard, burying himself deep in that unfamiliar, exquisite heat.
He hadn’t known what to expect it to feel like, hadn’t really allowed himself to imagine it because he hadn’t honestly thought it would happen and up until a month ago had never so much as considered being with a man. But this… there weren’t words. It was very different from a woman, tighter, not as slick, and so damned hot it made his head spin.
Mouth open, panting harshly as he thrust, Aron’s eyes wandered over Roman, looking down between them to see the slave still stroking his cock. Aron shifted a bit, resting all of his weight on one hand, and reached down to join his hand with Roman’s, their fingers tangling around his throbbing hard cock.
Roman’s whimper as Aron’s hand joined his on his cock sent a wave of heat through Aron, pre-cum slicking both of their fingers. Aron’s thrusts were harder now, more certain. Roman was driving him into frenzy with the frantic sounds he was making. He craved more, more of the sounds, more of the pleasure, just more of
his
darkling.
Aron groaned as Roman’s free hand moved over his chest, those slim fingers brushing over his nipples before darting away again. The slave suddenly shifted, wrapping his legs around Aron’s waist, and when he drove into him this time Roman cried out wildly, his body jolting, then starting to tremble. At first Aron was confused, but then he remembered the explosion of fire that would happen in his body sometimes when Wulfgar fucked him just so. Smiling wickedly, Aron fixated his eyes on Roman’s face, driving straight into him, feeling lightheaded as Roman cried out again and his face screwed up in pleasure.
He’d put that expression on Roman’s face.
His eyes intent, Aron maintained that angle, the one that made Roman cry out every time and made him tremble so wildly beneath him. Noting how hard the slave was chewing at his upper lip, Aron dropped his head down to lick across Roman’s lips, some part of his mind worrying that he’d bite right through it.
Instead Roman latched onto his tongue, his head lifting and tilting and sucking Aron’s tongue into his mouth, mewling desperately the entire time. Aron felt a sharp, almost painful rush of lust, need, desire, and pleasure rip through him, adjusting the angle of the kiss just a bit and deftly taking control of it, consuming him just as he consumed Roman with his body.
For this night, at least, Roman belonged to him.
“My darkling,” Aron whispered, breaking the kiss. He could see the sheen of sweat on Roman’s forehead, smell it on both of their bodies, mixing with the scent of sex and wood smoke from the fire. He could sense his orgasm nearing and stroked Roman tighter in response, wondering what it would feel like to have Roman fall apart when he was still buried deep inside of him.
“Please….” The word fell from Roman’s gasping lips, and Aron’s stomach tightened.
Aron heard that softly gasped plea like a battle cry shouted in his ear, shuddering and nodding, even though Roman still had his eyes clenched closed and couldn’t see. “Yes.” He would give Roman anything he asked for in that voice. The slave could ask him for a glittering star straight out of the sky and he’d be driven to find some way to give it to him. He suspected if Roman asked him something in that voice when Aron was not overcome with desire, the reaction wouldn’t be that different.
Instead he gave Roman what he thought he was asking for, thrusts growing erratic, harder. A broken, strangled whimper escaped his own throat. It came out needy and pleading as his control began to unravel at a frightening pace.
“Darkling,” Aron growled low, his body stiffening. The cry he let out was wild as his cock pumped deep into Roman, spilling into him and marking him with his seed.
It took a moment before Aron realized something was wrong. Roman writhed and his breath was coming in harsh, sobbing pants, his beautiful face twisted in a mask of desperation and need. Aron trembled, brushing away Roman’s hand to resume stroking him, tight and fast, murmuring encouragements to him, but the slave didn’t come, only sobbed and twisted beneath him as if in pain.
Aron’s heart pounded, his head snapping up when he sensed movement beside them, his eyes clashing with Wulfgar’s gray, and his stomach twisted at the scorn he could see in them, the smug expression on the thane’s face making his blood run cold.
“Roman.” The thane’s voice was firm and authoritative, and Aron saw Roman’s eyes fly to meet his gaze. “Come for me, my pretty one.”
Aron stared down at Roman as he arched violently, the whimper devastating his senses as the slave’s cock throbbed and spilled hotly over Aron’s stroking hand. Aron raised his eyes to Wulfgar, confused, and then realization set in with a razor sharp clarity.
Anger rose, as well as hurt and a feeling of foolishness that was overwhelming. This was some kind of game they’d played, to show him his place. He should have known. Wulfgar wouldn’t give him his precious pet, not even for a night. The thane hadn’t given him anything; he’d held the strings and played the puppeteer the entire time.
Aron’s jaw clenched, shoving away from Roman without even looking at him. If he looked, he just might strike the other man, and he had no desire to add a punishment for himself to the pair’s amusement. Bitterness swelled in him, and he forgot what he was and made to rise. His only thought was to get as far away from them both as possible, only to find himself caught by the arm and dragged back onto the bed and into Wulfgar’s arms. And so the second act of Wulfgar and Roman’s play was made clear. Aron didn’t bother to waste his energy fighting the thane as Wulfgar caught his head in both hands and pushed him down his body.
Aron’s eyes closed tightly as Wulfgar’s cock slid into his mouth, and he finally understood why Roman hadn’t been able to look at him.