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“I believe I will,” Mikol said, beginning to strip off his clothes, and throwing the various pieces carelessly down on the floor. By the time he got to his underclothing, Kalen found his mouth was dry. The prince’s body was truly something to see. Tall and muscular, he had the perfect body, as far as Kalen could see. His gorgeous red-gold hair fell across his shoulders and those eyes—they gleamed from his handsome face from under thick, dark eyelashes. He walked slowly over to the pool, gloriously naked, with his heavy balls swinging a little between his legs and his big, strangely alien penis standing up proudly, with a slight curve back toward his body. The head of it was solid black, and he stroked his hand over it as he felt Kalen’s eyes on him. He was beautifully made, and he smiled slightly as lowered himself into the heated pool, seating himself on one of the ledges that went all the way around the circumference.
He held up a hand and made a motion to Kalen by curling his fingers toward his palm. “Come here, Kalen.”
The arrogance of the man—Kalen was shocked and surprised, but his cock stood up between his legs so quickly, he actually got a little lightheaded as all the blood in his body seemed to rush to it. It was like the time in the corridor outside the commandant’s office. The time when the prince backed him up against the wall, holding him there with his body and saying Kalen belonged to him. Then making him say it too.
He shuddered and his cheeks burned with the memory, but he couldn’t seem to look away from that beckoning hand. Slowly he got up and began to move toward Mikol.
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Mikol was pretty sure Kalen’s little ass was perfect—and those round, plump globes would perfectly fit his hands.
Mikol had followed his mate into the shallow end of the pool and sank down on a marble bench across from him. He’d asked Kalen to come to him and he was moving that way, full of sweet blushes and shy glances that would do him no good whatsoever. Mikol meant to have him in every way possible in the time they had left before dinner that evening.
Mikol was still sitting on the ledge, and when Kalen got closer he pulled him to stand between his spread thighs. He lowered his eyelids a bit, so Kalen wouldn’t see the leap of hot desire in them. He could see Kalen’s body shaking, and he wondered what might be going through the boy’s mind. Because for all his bravado and big talk about being a warrior, Kalen was barely twenty-one. He wasn’t as tough as most of the men Mikol knew, though he tried hard to be. Being a Tygerian, it came natural to Mikol—and even as the thought occurred to him, he could hear his omak’s voice in his head.
If you grow up to be as insufferably arrogant as your father, I’ll beat it out of you, I swear!
Ryan was all talk, of course, and had never laid a hand on him. He’d always had the ability to make Mikol wish he had just taken a stick to him, though, instead of subjecting him to his terrible disapproval and even worse—his disappointment.
So Mikol checked himself, and made an attempt to adjust his thinking. It wasn’t that Kalen wasn’t strong—and tough minded. He was simply young and lacked experience. He had no doubt he’d get there one day. In the meantime, he had Mikol to take care of him.
His nobyo had no need to be tough—he was Mikol’snobyo.As he came up to Mikol, he smoothed his hand across his hip, watching him blush even harder. He whispered, “Don’t be frightened.”
As he’d known they would, the words inflamed him. “I’m not,” he said, his eyes blazing. Mikol’s tyger began to stir inside him at the defiant display.
Mikol tugged down on his arms. “Kneel, please.” Kalen fell to his knees in front of him so quickly, he thought the boy’s legs couldn’t have held him up much longer anyway. The water came up to just below his chin. It soothed his beast a bit to have him on his knees, and Mikol put one finger under Kalen’s chin and tipped his face up to gaze in his eyes. “I think you told me you’ve never been with a man before me. Isn’t that right, love?”
Kalen nodded, as if not trusting himself to speak. Mikol nudged him. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want to do. We can do as much or as little as you want.”
“I-I don’t know…maybe I could take you in my hand to pleasure you? I’d like to touch you. Would that be enough?”
“I’d like anything you want to do, but…what if I pleasure you instead?”
Kalen caught his breath sharply and then he nodded, not looking directly up at Mikol. Again, Mikol captured his chin and made him face him. “We don’t have to do anything,nobyo. It’s totally up to you.”
Kalen looked back at him with a red face, and Mikol smiled. “I mean it. I can bathe and leave you strictly alone, if that’s what you want. But if you do want me to pleasure you, I’m afraid you have to ask for it.”
His eyes widened and he drew in a sharp breath. “W-what?”
“Ask me for what you need,nobyo.”
A long silence ensued, and for a moment, Mikol thought he would be far too stubborn and wouldn’t have the courage. Then with a final bite to his bottom lip, he raised his eyes to Mikol’s.
Almost defiantly, he said, “I-I want you to pleasure me.”
“Why, Kalen?”
Kalen looked confused and he got even redder if such a thing were possible. “Why? What do you mean?”
“You told me you didn’t like men. You seemed quite sure of it back on the space station. I’m wondering if you’ve changed your mind? Is it because you realized you belong to me now? Is that it?”
He nodded, looking down, and this time Mikol allowed it. “Then say it, nobyo. I think I need to hear it.”
“I’ve changed my mind. I-I belong to you now.” The words were right, but spoken in a dull, voice as if something he’d learned by rote. It wasn’t good enough.
“Again, nobyo. And this time, make me believe you.”
He shot Mikol a filthy look and squirmed for a good thirty seconds or so. Just when Mikol thought he’d changed his mind entirely, he looked up with a pouty face and said, “No.”
