Sky and Storm ( Warriors of Vis #1)(9)
Sky turned in time to see the queen getting ready to counter attack, but the king quickly placed a hand on hers, shaking his head. Storm was right, unfuckable as he was, Sky was his spouse.
Mehra bowed her head deeply. “I apologize, my lords, it was but a momentary lapse of judgment on my part.” She raised her head and smiled sweetly.
Sky rolled his eyes. Like it mattered! He shouldn’t let such petty gestures affect him so much. Storm was still going to select a concubine by the end of the evening.
“Why don’t you dance with the princess to appease all discord?” the queen suggested, squinting her eyes at Sky. He tilted his head and nodded, as if to show her he agreed, then sank into his chair, smiling at the newly refilled glass. Storm grunted, but took the princess’s extended hand and led her to the middle of the room. They danced to one song, she tried to keep him for another one, but he refused quite abruptly.
Sky almost laughed at Storm’s surprised look when he finally realized the dance had been a distraction to add another place at the table. Expertly so, the queen wanted Mehra seated between the two husbands judging by how everything had been moved around. A low warning growl erupted from Storms gut, and Sky shivered, his cock stirring again, despite the immense quantity of wine he’d kept having.
Storm grabbed a servant by the back of his shirt and had him shift everything closer to its original design and sat stiffly next to his husband. He glared at his stepmother and pushed his chair closer to Sky’s.
The evening progressed at an ever-tormenting pace, the princess all over Storm, trying to engage him in any and all topics of conversation, Storm stubbornly sticking with one or two-word answers, his eyebrows furrowed, his gaze lost somewhere in the distance. Sky continued to drink, hating the charade of it all. He watched as couples danced, came to greet their rulers, walked off, snickering about him and how his marriage will soon turn into a trio. Sky shrugged it off, he was used to the hurt it caused.
Storm apparently wasn’t. He turned to Sky and said, his voice booming over the music, “Husband mine, I think I am in the mood for a new rule. Do you think I should kill anyone who dares make snide comments about you?”
Sky spit his wine over his husband and started laughing uncontrollably. He laughed and laughed as Storm wiped the wine, looking angrier and angrier. Sky’s sides hurt, his eyes were filled with tears, but he just couldn’t stop. When he finally managed to get a grip, he looked into Storm’s eyes. “You’d have to kill everyone in the castle, husband mine. And that would only be the start.” His humor was suddenly gone and an overwhelming sorrow replaced it.
Sky tried to stand and walk away, but the wine prevented that from happening. Panic took over. He couldn’t, he couldn’t fall apart in front of these people. His eyes fell on the princess. She was laughing at his antics, shaking her head and saying something about how royal consorts needed to behave appropriately.
Storm pushed his chair away, turned his back to her and said good night to his parents. He pulled Sky into his arms. “Say good night, Sky,” he whispered, with such tenderness that Sky shuddered in his arms. It had been so long, so long since he’d seen that warm look in Storm’s eyes. Seven years? More?
They walked groggily out of the great ball room, Sky leaning almost completely on Storm, unable to walk a straight line. Once they were out of everyone’s sight, the Dragon picked Sky up, carrying him as if he was a lost, weak princess. Sky couldn’t be bothered to care. He rested his head on his husband’s shoulder and took in his scent.
“Fuck, you smell good,” Sky mumbled, his lips tingling as he brushed them on the smooth skin of Storm’s neck.
“What’s that, Sky?” his husband asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
“Never mind. It was nothing.”
“Oh, no, do tell me! I want to hear all about how good I smell.” Storm was shaking with laughter as someone opened the door to their chambers for them.
“Stop laughing at me,” Sky whined, slapping his chest.
“I’m sorry.”
Sky felt as if he was floating, yet he could clearly sense the move of Storm’s muscles under his clothes. Sky laughed as he was thrown on the bed and then some more as Storm took his clothes off and tucked him in.
“Where are you going?” Sky whimpered when he saw Storm walking out of the room.
“I’ll be right back.”
Sky nodded into the pillow, holding his breath as he waited. The familiar heat of Storm’s body finally wrapped around him and Sky sighed, relaxing. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He had expected the room to spin, to feel dizzy, to feel like throwing up, but he was fine.
“Shh, go back to sleep,” Storm whispered in his ear
“What?”
“You’ve barely slept, stop fidgeting and go back to sleep.”
Sky opened his eyes to the dark room, a little glitter from the stars and moon painting shadows around him. He felt hot, burning, restless. “Storm, I…” He writhed against his husband’s body, hissing when he felt Storm’s erection sliding over his ass. “Storm,” he whispered again, pushing into him.
“Sky, what are you doing? Stop!” Storm’s voice betrayed him. It was husky and deep and he was grinding against Sky.
“Please, just this once? I want to know how it feels.”
“How what feels?” Storm’s voice had turned harsh. He stopped moving, but Sky was too far gone, he was panting and moaning, and pressing into any kind of touch he could steal.