Tristan went still. Austin pushed Tristan back and made as if to get out of the water. Tristan seized Austin’s hips, whirlingthe siren quickly around. He hoped his lustful appearance wasn’t terribly alarming to Austin. He knew he was large and intimidating. Not that Austin had ever been intimidated by him before. Tristan imagined that if he so much as tried to scare Austin, the siren would tear strips off him for it.
Glittering silver eyes gazed up at him, amused. The smile that came with that amusement didn’t pretend to be innocent. “You don’t want to keep going with your hand?”
“No.”
Austin reached into the water. Tristan’s gaze hungrily tracked his fingers as they slipped into his slit, using his self-produced lube to soften his entrance. Once slicked, Austin held himself open.
Tristan trembled.
Austin rested his head on the back of the pool, silver and indolent, the most brilliant creature in existence. “Welcome home,” he said.
Tristan broke with a groan. He buried himself inside Austin, drawing a surprised cry from him. He had the presence of mind to cup the back of Austin’s head, to protect him from the brickwork, but beyond that, his faculties abandoned him. He gripped the lip of the pool as he thrust into Austin, fucking him with determined urgency.
Hands gripped his back, and Tristan revelled in the divine as Austin’s gasps reached his ears.He likes it steady, Tristan reminded himself.No surprises. So he kept moving in that same urgent pace, burying himselfhomeuntil, with a cry, his rhythm broke and everything he had released. He was hyperaware of Austin spasming around his cock, teeth breaking skin as he moaned into Tristan’s neck.
The comedown was devastating. Tristan swore he’d never take his cock out of Austin, and his body listened to the command for once. The muscle that usually retracted his cockdidn’t tighten. Austin stayed slack and happy in his arms, and he purred to match Tristan when his chest rumbled in utter happiness.
How could that fool of a monarch have ever found Austin lacking?
Idiocy.
“You get to come for, like, a minute. A full minute,” Austin grumbled tiredly.
“I’m a dominant male,” Tristan soothed. “It’s a trait.”
“Do you come that much if you use your hand?”
“No. Only when I’m inside you.” Tristan paused. Orgasm-stupid, he carelessly dove into dangerous waters. “I didn’t orgasm this way with any other.”
“Oh?” Austin said, voice bladed. “Tell me about these others.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Tristan
Tristan studied the bedroom as Austin napped against his chest. Immense windows dominated the wall facing the ocean, handles on one set indicating they opened onto a private porch overhanging the crater of their nest. Glow stones were everywhere, and lights like Tristan had studied from a distance in Austin’s world hung from the ceiling. The furniture was solid, good-quality dark wood, likely procured by Char, and arranged around an open fireplace. A luxurious bath large enough for two took up space in the corner.
The rising sun filled the room with daylight, catching on the glint of Austin’s body jewellery, carelessly tossed aside on the floor. Tristan was filled with the urge to set it carefully hanging, so it didn’t tarnish in a pool of salt water. Austin certainly wouldn’t wear it again if it wasn’t perfect, and that would be its own tragedy.
Too soon, a knock came at the door. Eli entered and startled at the sight of Tristan on the bed too. “Sir.” He recoveredand bowed respectfully. Austin groaned awake, throwing his thigh over Tristan’s hip and grabbing a pillow to stuff over his ear.
“Not hungry,” Austin complained, half asleep.
“Sam’s here,” Eli said. “And Liam.”
Austin twisted to peer at Eli from beneath his pillow. He had moved to the dresser and was picking out an outfit.
“They came over together?”
“Looks like it. Sam’s boat is parked out in the water, and they took one of those smaller boats to the beach. I don’t know the word for them. They rumble?” Eli gave a disturbing imitation of the sound.
“Speedboat,” Austin supplied. He abandoned Tristan and strode naked to Eli. Eli caught Tristan’s warning look and closed his eyes.
“You’re being silly,” Austin informed Tristan matter-of-factly. He pulled on the shirt and shorts Eli had picked out. “Are you very tired? I’ll show you around if not.”
“I am not tired,” Tristan replied.
The estate had been entirely rebuilt, though its layout had changed.
