Abyss - Book Five of the Alpha Series - MxM

Chapter 39

 Verando slides up my body to grasp my jaw, kissing me firmly, tongue invading my mouth as I moan against his lips. I can taste myself on his tongue, in a daze as he deepens the kiss, leaving me breathless.  "Only for you, darling." He reminds me, running a hand through his hair to put it back into some working order as he straightens.

I notice that it's growing out again, almost past his jaw. "Now, who's insatiable?" I question him, enjoying his dramatic eye roll as he straightens my cape. 

My hand travels down to rest over his crotch, gripping his full erection through his pants. The outline of what I do to him makes me shudder with excitement. "Still on your hunger strike?" I sigh, but he ignores me in favor of sitting in one of the chairs beside me. 

My eyes linger on the impression of my obsession in his splayed leg position, marveling at the living sculpture beside me, so carelessly sprawled in this chair. My mind wanders, and I decide that I do have a problem.

 "Maybe we should revisit the terms of this arrangement? How much time do you think we have?"

"I can hear him coming with a few servants. I think he's bringing lunch. Not a chance, darling."

It almost seems to give him just as much satisfaction to watch me come apart as to experience it himself. I bend to greedily kiss him, taking whatever I can while I can. 

"Is it uncomfortable, hearing everything all the time? Do you ever hear things you don't want to hear?" I must catch him off guard because he chuckles against my lips, my fingers greedily slipping between his legs as I grope him. 

Palming him, I knead his loins with an air of satisfaction as he growls at me low in his throat.

"At times, it's a nuisance. Sometimes it's difficult not to allow the distant sounds to become a distraction. I often eavesdrop on conversations I don't intend to hear; it just depends on the tone of someone's voice. When I was younger, it was much more troublesome, but I've grown accustomed to it over time. 

It's like being in a loud room at times, you learn to tune it out."

 How curious, I suppose I never thought of it like that, and it leads me to wonder if his distaste for multitudes of people comes from discomfort.

 Naptalian enters right on cue, marching into the room with multiple servants set to bring us our lunch, as well as Anuetta. 

"A new shirt, Monsieur." One of the servants hands over a plain white shirt and a waistcoat for Verando. I stifle a laugh at the comical size; he can't even button it past his pectorals, and his arms strain the thin material. He opts to roll up the too-short sleeves. 

"Merci." Naptalian watches appreciatively. "Incroyable. If only I had a thousand soldiers like this." 

I laugh, unashamed. "You would get over it very quickly. A lycan is not a fan of following anyone's orders but their own. You would not be able to control them. Verando leads the lycan army, for only a lycan can rule them." 

It was quite a sight, something I often reference in my dealings and life, despite not being particularly fond of Norse culture. The pack ran like a well-oiled machine. I can hardly manage a court, let alone three hundred strong.

Licking the pad of my thumb absently, I gaze at the prominent erection still imprinted in his leggings before me. What a sight for those entering the room, though he didn't look ashamed.

The French emperor muses, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Shame they're all dead. Well. Most are." 

"They should stay that way. It's safer for everyone." Verando retorts firmly.