...Like... Hawk swallowed. “And you are?”
“Um... Mister Silver?”
He was a very attractive clown. Hawk hadn’t expected that. And something about the color of his eyes that was just one shade too blue to have been real.
“Mister... Silver,” Hawk drawled out. “And does your mother call you Mister Silver?”
“No, my mother calls me...” The peculiar specimen cast his eyes about the tavern as if looking for something. “Fin... Finn Silver. That’s it.”
“Uh huh,” Hawk frowned. There was decidedly something off about this kid. “Have a seat, Mr. Silver,” Hawk pointed to the chair across from him.And stop staring at me like that, good Lord. “I understand I owe you a debt. I hate to be in anyone’s debt, so perhaps you could come to the point and tell me exactly why you interfered in the matters of my crew this morning?”
For a few moments, the oddling in front of Hawk remained perfectly still, his eyes appraising the captain with such scrutiny that it made him shift in his seat. He could, of course, avail himself of the opportunity to stare back, which he did, a barely perceptible smile hidden in the corner of his mouth.
He was handsome, this Finn Silver kid. There was something soft and delicate about his features, otherworldly even, and none more so than those azure depths of his eyes. At the same time, he also looked roguish. And tan. So evenly tanned, from what little Hawk could see, that it was almost as if he’d never worn a shirt a day in his life (except that he was obviously wearing oneat that moment).Stop imagining him shirtless, Hawk. Jesus Fucking Christ!
At some point, in between staring at the kid’s collarbones and his mouth, Hawk realized that Silver’s lips had been moving.
“... So theEstrelawould be undefended and you and your men would easily...”
“Wait.What?”
“TheEstrela do Norte? The Portuguese treasure ga-” Hawk had placed his hand over Silver’s mouth and dragged him bodily into one of Elizabeth’s storage rooms.
"Have fun!" the infuriating bitch called after him as he dragged Silver away.
"Fuck you!" Hawk yelled back, slamming the door. “Youshit!”
“Excuse you!” Silver propped himself up against Hawk’s chest and his hand remained there until Hawk moved the hell away from him. “What type of ingratitude is this? I bring you news of untold treasures. I’m telling you that I can give you the route to intercept the ship that carries it. And you call me an excrement!”
“Did it ever occur to you, even for a bloody moment, that this is not something to be discussed in the middle of a tavern full ofpirates?”
“Butyou’rea pirate.” Silver poked Hawk’s chest and Hawk’s eyes moved slowly from his extended index finger back to his face. For a moment, he contemplated breaking the kid’s finger, if only to make a point, but it was hard not to get distracted by the curves of that infuriating mouth.
“All right,” Hawk narrowed his eyes. “Go on then. Tell me the route and the schedule.”
Silver grinned infuriatingly. “No. Nope. No way. Nah-uh.”
Hawk sighed and slowly took his knife from his belt. He didn’t have time for this shit.
“Oh, holy shit! Are you going to fillet me?” Silver squealed, stepping back until he ran into the storage room wall. He trembled as Hawk crowded into his space, pressing him back into the wall and pushing a thigh between his. Just to stop him from moving, Hawk told himself firmly, stalwartly ignoring the sudden bulge between the young man's legs, or the way he was squirming against Hawk as he protested. “Mara was right. This place is not how I imagined it would be!”
“Shutup, you imbecile!” Hawk pressed the blade of his knife against the kid’s windpipe. His eyes dropped to Silver’s mouth again, as the kid licked his suddenly parched lips.
It would be a shame to waste him, Hawk sighed inwardly, especially if he really did know the route of theEstrela do Norte. That's what gave him pause, he told himself. Not the young man's impossibly blue eyes. Not the answering hardness he could feel between his own thighs.
Could this week get any more strange?
“Don’t kill me,” Silver whispered, swallowing against the blade and making Hawk think about pressing other things to the expanse of his throat. “There are many ways I can be of use to you.”
Jesus Christ. Hawk's cock was already supplying a list a mile long, starting with a dozen ways he could keep that infuriatingmouth from talking. None of which, of course, he could allow himself to do.
“Yeah? Well, we’ll see about that,” Hawk replied and knocked the kid out with the hilt of his blade.
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Captured by
a Pirate King
