Scarlet and the White Wolf [02] - Mariner's Luck (24 page)

Scarlet took in one shaking breath, and then another while Liall stroked his hair, thinking it over. Finally, he nodded.

"Yes? Good. Very good. I will bind your other hand now."

Oh, Deva, why did that frighten him so?

Liall stretched out Scarlet's other arm the same way, and he felt soft fabric—velvet?—looped around his wrist. When Liall drew back, Scarlet tested the bonds briefly, tugging against them, before he forced himself to stop.

"You are so beautiful," Liall whispered, and stretched out beside him. Scarlet's arousal had flagged, but Liall kissed him long and slowly until he was arching against the other man, wanting more.

"I want your hands on me," Scarlet gasped. "I want to feel your weight over me."

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Liall's lips moved to his throat. He suckled at the hollow and plied his teeth to lines of Scarlet's jaw and throat until Scarlet longed to break free and wrap his body around Liall.

Liall's tongue lapped against his collarbone, and Liall shifted to straddle him, just below his hips. Scarlet groaned and had to bite his lip to stop from speaking, for Liall's weight across his thighs was too low to give him any relief.

Liall tasted him, licking down his chest. When Liall's teeth tugged gently on a nipple, Scarlet cried out and tried to push up against him, but Liall would not permit it.

"Please..." Scarlet moaned, hating the sound of his pleading voice, but not being able to stop.

"Please what?" Liall asked reprovingly, and his weight lifted.

Scarlet bit his lip, but his skin now felt cold where Liall had been. He felt Liall rise from the bed. Straining to listen, he heard only the clink of metal on metal and tensed. Scarlet jumped when Liall drew near, unheard, and touched him.

"Ah, Love," Liall said and stroked his hair. He was standing beside the bed. "If you cannot trust me, you must command me to free you."

Scarlet thought long and hard. In the interim, Liall sighed deeply and began to fumble with the knots at Scarlet's wrist.

Scarlet made a sound of dissent, jerking his bound hands away, and Liall stilled.

He heard Liall's measured breath close to him. "What is it you wish?"

Scarlet let out a shuddering sigh. "I want you to kiss me. I want to feel your body on mine, your mouth on me."

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Immediately, Liall's weight sank down on the bed beside him.

"Yes," Scarlet murmured. Liall's hand learned Scarlet's face, mapping it as if Liall were the one deprived of sight. Liall rested his cheek against Scarlet's chest, and Scarlet felt the warm touch of a tongue on his nipple.

"You taste so good," Liall murmured, licking, and then switched his mouth to the other one. "I could devour you, so sweet is your skin." His fingers pinched and rolled the neglected nipple as he sucked and lapped at Scarlet's chest, until Scarlet was writhing on the bed and straining against his bonds. Liall stopped abruptly and his hands drifted down Scarlet's torso. Scarlet shivered at the ticklish touches to his belly as Liall bowed his head to scatter light kisses around the navel. Scarlet gasped and jerked when he felt Liall's fingers curling around his hard length, and then Liall planted a kiss on the crown.

His voice was broken. "Please..."

Liall did not chide him again for begging, but lazily curled his tongue around the head of Scarlet's member and sucked lightly.

Scarlet thought he might faint. He made a strangled sound of pleasure, dizzy with sensation.

"You want this?"

"Yes."

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flame and slick, soft, delicious suction empowered with the ability to lure every nerve in his body straight to his groin.

He could happily die like this.

Scarlet's body was drawn tight as a bowstring, his legs parted wide as he strove to push deeper into the incredible heat of Liall's mouth, but after a short time—too short! Oh Deva, don't stop, don't ever stop that!—Liall pulled away.

Scarlet groaned in mournful protest and Liall raised up to silence the sound, his hot tongue thrusting deep. Scarlet suckled on it, and Liall drew back a little. Scarlet could feel Liall's smile in the curve of his lips as they kissed. Liall's leather necklace, with its two cheap Byzan coins, brushed against Scarlet's throat, and it reminded him so much of all they had been through together that he moaned again and nipped at Liall's lip.

"Please ... more."

"Not so quickly," Liall whispered, taking another kiss. "I want to make this last."

Liall got up and Scarlet heard him extinguish a few of the blue lamps, then the warm, naked length of Liall's body covered him. Scarlet pushed up with his hips, seeking to bury himself in skin, and Liall made a rumbling noise deep in his throat that sent a curl of fire down Scarlet's spine.

Liall's hands roamed. His mouth and tongue rooted out every pleasurable spot on Scarlet's body—some he had not even imagined could be pleasurable!—and Scarlet knew no more coherent thoughts. Liall learned his lover's shape so thoroughly that Scarlet thought he might be committing it to memory.

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"T'aishka, what shall I do now?"

"I don't know. I don't know how, or what.... "Scarlet panted. His head thrashed from side to side.

"Do you want me to go further?"

"Please. I want you to do whatever you want. I just want you. I want you,
please..."

Then there was the smell of incense and beeswax swirling around in his head, mixed up with the feel of Liall's mouth and hands and body, and he floated in the center of it, burning and gasping and bound, until Liall's fingers gently untied the silk that blinded him. Liall urged Scarlet to wrap his legs around Liall's waist.

Scarlet could see Liall at last: his expression of careful urgency, and how gently Liall sought to breach that entrance.

Scarlet tried not to cry out as Liall continued in his delicate and deliberate conquest, but it was too much, and eventually Scarlet was shuddering and moaning steadily. Liall would freeze at each keen and gasp, but only for a moment as he coaxed Scarlet's body to gladly submit, feeding the fire in Scarlet's bones until the younger man was panting and arching up to him, pliant and hot. Then, like a prince taking a rival country, Liall would advance again, pushing closer to his goal.

One final stride, and Scarlet's last sharp, shocked cry was muffled against Liall's amber throat as their hips met and Liall let out a tortured groan, moving sinuously inside him.

He's not a wolf, he's a snake, a serpent.
Scarlet's mind babbled on as Liall's body coiled and uncoiled fluid as a leopard, piercing impossibly deep.

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Liall rolled his hips and lifted Scarlet, pushing in at an angle that made sparks flare in Scarlet's brain. Scarlet shouted as his body hurled onward, oblivious to who might hear, uncaring. He felt like he was dying, or living more completely than he had imagined possible.

The lamps had burned down to a blue fireflies, and Liall, his face dripping with sweat, looked down on Scarlet with wide, wondering eyes before a violent shudder seized his frame and wracked him dry, and he called out helplessly in strange, flowing words that sank liquid into the scented air.

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9.

Forgive

Scarlet was cuddled up to Liall's chest, belly to belly and naked as the moon, his hair smelling musky and sweet with Rshani soap. Gods, but I hate to get out of bed this morning, Liall thought.

He wanted to wake the young man with touch, to ply his lips to that ivory skin until Scarlet shuddered and woke and begged him for more. And last night...

Liall smiled and clasped the memory to him, happier than he thought possible. Beside him, Scarlet mumbled and his hips moved, brushing their bodies together, and Liall could feel Scarlet was hard in his sleep, silky erection brushing his thigh. His own greedy sex stirred in response. Oh, that will not do, not at all. If he did not move at once he would never get out of bed. Very gently, Liall disentangled himself from Scarlet's arms and swung his long legs over the side of the high bed.

The Queen had said there would be an opportunity to speak directly to the Baron of Maekva that morning about Cestimir's succession, and Liall could not afford to miss even one chance. Nadiushka insisted that Cestimir, not Vladei, must inherit the throne of Rshan, and Liall had been away from Rshan too long to trust his own judgment on the matter.

His mother, on the other hand, had ruled the continent for sixty-three years in his absence. Surely she knew what was best?

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Liall drew on a robe and padded into the antechamber, buried in thought. The meeting was only one of the dozen things he had pressing on him that morning. Another, more isolated issue was the tangle of Scarlet. The Rshani crew on the Ostre Sul had been bad enough, but at least their dislike of Scarlet had been simple. Hate can take many forms. There were those in the palace who would detest Scarlet and wish to harm him because Liall was his lover, or because he was a foreigner and not noble-born, or simply because he was beautiful. There were subtler motivations, too. If Scarlet were harmed, Liall would perhaps be distracted from his purpose, or less dedicated to it in his effort to protect his love. If Scarlet were killed, that, too, would be a warning to Liall. So many dangers to keep watch for.

I should not have allowed him to come, Liall berated himself for the thousandth time. If something terrible happens, I will be to blame.

But oh ... last night! Once more, Liall let the memory take him: how Scarlet had been hard and silky against Liall's tongue, the taste of seed flooding his mouth, how the younger man's body had yielded at last, after much careful coaxing, and allowed Liall to penetrate him. The joy of that moment was almost enough to make Liall turn around, march back into the bedroom, and wake him to start over again.

Shall I stop?

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everything. And then Scarlet had sucked on Liall's tongue and spread his legs, so eager and hot and loving and gods he was rising just thinking about it.

They had been lovers in many ways since they first met, and Liall's heart had been lost to Scarlet since the moment he saw the proud red-coat. No, amend that: since Scarlet spoke, and Liall heard something in the young, willful voice that begged an answer of him. Scarlet's fiery spirit stirred a dormant soul that Liall had put to sleep decades ago. Just being near Scarlet made it painfully obvious to Liall that he was incomplete, and finally his own iron will rose up, demanding that he wake and reclaim his life.

Now Liall was like a drunkard, besotted by the feel of Scarlet, forever touching and kissing and holding, barely able to keep his hands to himself. He hoped Scarlet did not tire of it and begin to think him overly lecherous, for Scarlet's opinion of him seemed to be a fey thing at times, apt to change quickly, and it mattered very much to Liall that Scarlet thought well of him. There was not a person in all of Nemerl whose estimation meant more, in Liall's eyes.

Liall's clothes were laid out in the dressing room next to the bath. Thoughtful Nenos had seen to it. He dressed swiftly and slipped into the formal salon nearer the dining room. It was quiet, only the crackle of the fire and the soft hiss of snow on the window behind the heavy, closed draperies.

"Nenos?" Liall called softly. He opened the door between the kitchen and the partitioned dining area, and he saw the old man standing at a counter with his back turned, brewing a pot of che.

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"Here, my prince." Nenos's shock of unruly white hair was like a pale nimbus surrounding his head. His skin was a darker brown than Liall's, and he had many creases and merry laugh-lines framing his bright blue eyes. He had a hawkish nose and his jowls were lined with age, but his expression was gentle.

Liall smiled. "And good morning to you, ser."

Nenos flapped a wrinkled hand at him. "None of that with me, my prince. I'm your servant, not your
ser
, and I always will be." He turned with a round blue cup of steaming che cradled in his hands. "Here. Drink. You'll need it."

Liall thanked him and drank, enjoying the quiet. "I have much to do today," he said at last. "I cannot be here shut away in a room, and so," he gestured back toward the bedroom where Scarlet was still sleeping, "I must entrust you with a jewel of mine, old friend."

"Oh, dear me. Is that so?" Nenos poured himself a cup.

"And this jewel is a troublesome one?"

"Your aged eyes discern much," Liall returned drolly. "Yes, stubborn and willful, with a tendency to wander."

Nenos spared Liall a quick look as he sipped his che. "I shall lock the troublesome jewel in his chambers if I have to, though I do not think he will have much energy to cause mischief this morning. Not after last night."

Liall was horrified to feel a blush creeping across his cheeks. Nenos had heard them. Of course. Half the Nauhinir probably heard them. Liall ducked his head. "If your sleep was disturbed, I—"