Abyss - Book Five of the Alpha Series - MxM

Chapter 40 (M)

My body ignites, my pulse pounds as his hands explore my body. I cock my head with a gasp as he moves to kiss beneath my ear, as I fumble hurriedly with his pants. The mutters surrounding us of guards leaving the room do little to prevent me from wanting him, if anything it seems to fuel his fire.

"He wants Russia, and he's not getting it. Naptalion's next if he thinks that's going to happen." I manage, cursing under my breath as he drags his tongue over my skin. I shiver at the sensation, wet, hot, pressing my thighs together as I struggle to keep from climbing him.

"I find you quite intoxicating when you talk war games. I believe you made your point abundantly clear, love." Verando exhales, meeting my gaze before growling low in his throat as I find his lips again, tracing my lower lip with his tongue before allowing himself to spring free of his pants. 

The door closes and I jolt, making him chuckle. "Well if you were hoping to keep your preference a secret, I think you've failed." He reminds me, raising an eyebrow as I jerk on his belt. 

"Let them talk. They have no proof, would anyone truly believe a man such as yourself would be on his knees before a King? Cock in hand?" I purpose, amusing myself as he skirts his tongue over his teeth in disapproval of such a notion. "It seems France has about as little consideration for my desire as my own castle."

"Quite the change. You join a war room and now you'd like to let them talk." He muses, I wrap my hand around him, eliciting a sharp inhale from my warlord as I stroke upward. Circling my thumb over the tip, he collects my throat in his palm, pulling me up onto my toes as his lips find mine. "You're so bloody short." He complains.

The servants follow behind the guard, exiting as if this were a regular occurrence, and nobody questions the disgusting habits of the royals. "Want me to call them back?" I threaten him, giving his manhood a squeeze which makes the masochist before me shudder with desire. 

"Yes." Verando challenges, "If I could stand it, I might like to see how you respond to an audience." 

I knew him too well, he would never dream of sharing any glimpse of me. "If I could stand it." He reminds me lowly, "Next time, leave my cock out of your negotiations, unless you'd like to show what a good boy you can be to all these horrendous people."

My lips part to argue and he pushes me to my knees, in one quick motion. I obediently lower myself, feigning disobedience as I lean away from the appendage before me, as if I might dare change my mind. It has the desired effect, his hand rests on the back of my head, "Open." His voice is hard, commanding. 

I barely have time to relax my lips before he slides his cock into my mouth, tightening his fist in my hair as I swallow him greedily with a low moan. "Fuckin' hell, Nic." Verando manages, warming me from head to toe with desire for this sinful creature. 

It was a talent I had hardly mastered, yet I refused to allow him to best me in another thing, especially one such as this. An act of service I begun to crave, I take him into my throat as far as I can stand with each stroke, wrapping my hand around the base of him.

I'm relentless as he encourages me through his teeth, gripping onto his ass and sinking my nails into his skin as I run my tongue against him. Verando moans low in his throat, I glance up, removing him from my mouth to drag my tongue up the length of him. 

"You have no right to be that good at this." My warlord muses, more affectionate as he brushes my hair back, dragging his knuckles down to skirt over my cheek as I lick and kiss every inch of him. His thumb hooks my lower lip, I contemplate biting him as he marvels at me, the expression on his face produces an ache deep within my depths. 

Verando often looked at me as if he loved me in moments like this, and I still hadn't quite gotten past the novelty of it. "Does it please you? If you'd like to give me a reward, you could go ahead and cum, my jaw's starting to hurt." I bait him, earning my favorite look.