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ChapterOne
Neil
Peter hated boats. He’d hated them on short ferry trips across the Wolf River from one side of Gravlock to the other. He’d hated the trip from Gravlock to Good Port. I didn’t see how it was possible, since I thought they were grand and beautiful, but he’d even hated the massive oceangoing ships we’d seen moored in the harbor off Good Port.
But if there was one thing he did like about boats and the fact that the journey up the Kostya River from Good Port to Hedeon took three days, it was the private cabin that he, Magnus, and I had claimed as our own. The cabin was as small as our washroom back home, and the bed was only truly large enough for one person, not three, but that didn’t stop him from greeting the new day with enthusiasm.
If it even was a new day. It was still pitch-black when I drifted awake to the warm, wet feeling of Peter sucking my cock. It wasn’t an unusual way for me to wake up, but I tensed slightly, then let out a deep, indulgent groan as sleep left me entirely. Peter never would have dragged me out of sleep with a blow if he didn’t feel completely comfortable with his surroundings.
As soon as he knew I was awake, he laughed deep in his throat. Of course, the other thing deep in his throat was my morning wood, and the vibrations had all of my senses immediately buzzing. The luxurious way Peter sucked as he pulled up, sliding his lips along my length was magnificent.
I grinned wickedly, thinking of the sort of expressions Magnus frequently made as I did, and shifted slightly so I could lay fully on my back with my arms stretched up over my head. Peter adjusted accordingly and took up a spot between my legs.
“Morning, Peter,” I mumbled, hazy with sleep and arousal, as Peter bore down on my cock again.
He pulled up, popping off of me with a wet sound, and murmured, “Good morning, Neil,” before going back for more.
I relaxed into it, letting the pleasure build as Peter licked and sucked me, alternately taking me all the way to the back of his throat and swallowing, and pulling up to lick the pre-cum from my tip. He was so good at swallowing cock and knew how to give me what I liked so well that I was panting and restless with the need to come in no time.
I debated holding it in as long as possible, letting it build into a truly satisfying eruption, but in the back of my mind, I knew we had a momentous day ahead of us and I couldn’t wait. That and the fact that I could hear Lefric’s rhythmic, gasping grunts as his new lover, Olympus, fucked him into the mattress in the cabin on one side of us enabled me to relax into orgasm and just let it happen.
I’d come harder and longer before, but it still felt good when that burst of lightning coiled and shot through me, filling Peter’s mouth with cum. It felt so good to feel him swallow as I gave him what I had, and even better when the afterglow settled over me.
But it felt best when Peter pulled up, gasped for breath, then slid his body along mine to tangle with me and give me a long, needy kiss. I hummed with contentment, enjoying my own taste on his tongue because of everything that meant. There were times when kissing Peter was even better than getting off, and that predawn darkness, with the sound of water lapping at the boat’s hull, was one of those moments.
And a moment after that, we heard Lefric let out an almighty cry of ecstasy that was followed by Olympus’s deep voice growling, “That’s right, sweetheart, make a mess.”
Peter and I both snorted into giggles, clinging to each other and laughing like children. The journey from Good Port had been like that. If it wasn’t Lefric and Olympus making noise on one side of our cabin, it was Jace and Gennadi vocally enjoying each other on the other.
“You want a go?” I asked as my laughter died down, starting to reach between me and Peter for his cock.
“No, Magnus woke me up the same way I woke you,” Peter said, throwing a leg over me and pulling me close for another kiss.
I hummed, then my eyes popped open and I sat up, dragging Peter with me. “Where is Magnus?” I asked, not sure why I was suddenly alarmed.
“He barely slept last night,” Peter said, unworried. He curled around until he was sitting straddling my lap—which was one of the few ways we could sit in that tiny bed. “I was restless too, so he woke me up by blowing me, then told me to do the same for you.”
I nodded, then wrapped my arms around Peter and scooted closer for another kiss.
We’d only just started when another thought hit me.
“The boat isn’t moving,” I said, flinching back a little.
“Thank God,” Peter said in a wry voice. He brushed his fingers through my hair, then said, “Magnus says we’re only a few miles from Hedeon. He wants to time our arrival just right so that the sunrise will make it look like we’re sailing right out of the sky.”
I laughed. “Magnus knows how to make an entrance.”
“He really does,” Peter laughed, then leaned into me, draping his arms over my shoulders.
We kissed for a while longer, until I could feel the buzz starting in my body again. I knew Peter felt it as well, which was how we knew it was time to stop.
“We’d better get up, clean up, and get dressed,” I said with a sigh. “If Magnus is intent on making an entrance, you know we’re going to be a part of that.”
“Naturally,” Peter said in his teasing, fey voice, climbing off of me and stumbling out of the narrow bed.
It wasn’t a half bad way to greet the day, when all was said and done. There was already a lamp lit in our cabin, but Peter turned it up as I followed him out of bed, and we shuffled around the cramped space to wash using the tiny washbasin, then to shave and dress in the ostentatious outfits Magnus had had Peter make specially for our arrival in Hedeon.
Magnus had been planning every detail of this meeting from the moment Sai left Gravlock two months before. He felt—and rightly so—that the entire frontier was balanced on the verge of defining itself for generations to come. He wanted the Wolf River Kingdom to be one of the most powerful new kingdoms to rise up out of the old order, if not the most powerful.
