ログインAlexei
Something in my chest cracks open. “Say that again.”
He scowls. “Don’t get greedy.”
“At least I’m honest about it,” I say.
He sighs. “I trust you,” he repeats, like it pains him. “More than I’ve trusted anyone with anything. Happy?”
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KieranHe doesn't give me time to think. He starts to fuck, his rhythm deep and punishing. He’s not making love right now, he’s erasing. He’s pounding the day out of me. Every thrust is a declaration, pushing the air from my lungs, driving the ghosts from my head.“Yes,” he pants, his hips slamming down. “Take my cock. Take all of it. You’re so fucking good, Kieran. So tight for me. Whose are you?”“Yours!” I shout, my voice breaking. “
KieranA knock interrupts us, which I’m mostly grateful for.Marcus steps in, armor half-buckled, hair still damp from his morning ablutions.“Apologies for the intrusion,” he says. His eyes flick between the two of us, the tray, the state of disarray. His expression doesn’t change. Much. “We have a situation on the western slope.”
AlexeiKieran is on his stomach, face half-buried in the pillow, hair a dark, damp mess. One leg sprawls across my thigh, toes hooked against my calf like he anchored himself in his sleep and forgot to let go.The sheet has slipped low on his hips, pooled just at the swell of his delectable ass. His back is a map. My map.I take inventory in the dim morning light. The marks are spectacular. A deep, blooming purple across his left shoulder blade where my hand gripped him, my fingerprints a perfect, possessive stamp.
KieranI find him on the ramparts. He’s leaning against the battlement, looking out over the slopes. The wind worries his hair, tugging it loose from the tie at the nape of his neck.I fight the urge to push my hands into the tangled waves. I don’t deserve that kind of intimacy right now.He doesn’t turn when I approach, which is a very clear indication of how much I hurt him. “Alexei.”&ldq
KieranBy midday, I’m ready to abdicate in favor of a reasonably competent tree.The morning starts badly and then decides that’s a theme.First, a messenger arrives from the eastern border with a report that is essentially “we saw tracks, maybe Redmaw, maybe a very organized herd of deer, please advise.” Then the kitchen runs low on salt because a wagon got stuck in a ravine. Then an elder co
AlexeiSomething in my chest cracks open. “Say that again.”He scowls. “Don’t get greedy.”“At least I’m honest about it,” I say.He sighs. “I trust you,” he repeats, like it pains him. “More than I’ve trusted anyone with anything. Happy?”“







