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“Say it, honey. Please.”
“Damn you,” he muttered not quite under his breath. He took a deep breath and Mikol knew this was hard for him. That was part of what made it so delicious.
“Ibelongto you.” The words were whispered, but no less fierce for all that. Mikol nodded.
“Yes, you do.”
Mikol had been given religious instruction since he was a little boy, and he firmly believed in the Tygerian gods, who always favored the royal family and rewarded them for their bravery and their military prowess. But never, in his wildest flights of imagination, did he ever contemplate how the gods could bless him with such a perfectnobyo.
His beautiful mate was on his knees wantonly before him, his head down as he gazed at the bottom of the pool. Mikol quickly changed positions with him, lifting him to his lap and then sitting him beside him against the side of the pool, his legs open wide, offering up his sweet, gorgeous cock to Mikol. Mikol got on his knees and stroked it reverently, enjoying Kalen’s helpless gasp of pleasure. His mate’s cock was not as large as his own, but well-shaped with velvety skin. It was pointed arrogantly upward and rigid as steel. Mikol ran his hand gently over the length of the shaft, getting used to the sweet heft of it in his hands. He planned to get to know this cock very well in the future. As he ran his hand over the shaft and reached down to weigh each ball carefully in his hands, kneading and massaging them, Kalen put his head back and moaned softly.
He moved his hand down the shaft, slowly at first, while his other hand continued to knead Kalen’s balls. He soon fell into a rhythm, enjoying watching Kalen’s back slowly arching up as his head fell back. His hair spread out around him in the water, and his eyes were tightly closed. Mikol increased the pressure and the speed of his hand and now on each upward sweep, he ran his thumb over the sensitive head, dipping gently into his slit before continuing down. His mate began to gasp for breath and tried to thrust upward. Mikol took his hand off Kalen’s balls and moved to his hip, holding him down with easy strength. Kalen opened his eyes in surprise and looked directly up at Mikol.
“Mikol…” he pleaded, groaning a little, and Mikol returned his gaze.
“Shhh,nobyo, relax and let me pleasure you.”
Kalen nodded, his eyes glazing over, and his hands moved to Mikol’s shoulders, holding on tightly, clenching and unclenching his hands. Mikol dipped his thumb gently into Kalen’s slit, farther this time, and his hips came up off the bench as he made a loud gasping sound. Mikol slipped his free hand under his hips and pushed one finger up inside him, crooking it, looking for the little bundle of nerves he knew would finish this. As he found it and swept his long finger over it, Kalen jerked his hips and gave a loud shout of pleasure and began to come uncontrollably, spurting out into the water surrounding them. Mikol milked him to his completion and then as Kalen’s head fell back against the side of the pool, his eyes still tightly closed, Mikol leaned over him and kissed his lips, nudging them open with his tongue and boldly sweeping inside. His mate tried to jerk backward at first in surprise, but Mikol put a hand on the back of his neck to hold him in place. Kalen struggled a little, but as Mikol’s other hand went back down to his balls, massaging them gently. Kalen relaxed into the tender assault and gave himself to the kiss with a soft sigh that again went straight to Mikol’s cock, and met Mikol’s tongue with his own.
When breathing finally became necessary again, Mikol reluctantly pulled away, biting gently at the prince’s lower lip as he went, then giving his lips a lick. He sat back on his heels and lowered his head again, trying to catch his breath, his own cock aching for release. He began to fear he wouldn’t have the strength to control himself with his mate. He wanted badly to turn him around and fuck him until he screamed, but if he did that, he was afraid Kalen would be in no shape to sit through dinner. He made a new plan, because there was always later on that night after dinner. His tyger was leaping inside him now, and he felt his claws extend a bit. He gripped his hands tightly into fists to hide them and kept them out of sight in the water of the pool, fighting desperately for control.
When he could manage, he sat back down on the ledge beside Kalen and pulled him onto his lap. He tucked Kalen’s head down onto his shoulder and his tyger finally began to come back under control. “Tell me who I am to you, Kalen. Say the word I use for you.”
He was still a bit breathless, but he tried to answer. “Is it…nobyo?”
“Yes,” Miko replied with satisfaction. “Say it again.”
“You’re mynobyo. And-and I’m yours.”
“And that, sweetheart, is everything both of us need to know.”
Chapter Fourteen
On the way to eat dinner with Mikol’s family a little later, Kalen was full of nerves. Mikol had his arm and drew him closer. “It’s going to be fine. I think you’ll like everyone, and I know they’ll like you.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do. Now stop worrying.”
“Have you heard from Florin? How’s Dartan doing?”
“I meant to tell you earlier. Dartan is better, though still in pain. The doctors are keeping him sedated for a few days. He’s here in the palace, and I can take you to his room whenever you like.”
Kalen squeezed his arm in thanks but didn’t say anything more because they were now just outside the door of the royal dining room. A tall Tygerian, wearing a dark uniform of some sort opened the door for them as they approached, and Kalen got his first look at the king, sitting at the head of a long table.
His first impression was of how good looking he was, and how much Mikol looked like him. Seated to his right was a human male with blond hair, and only a little gray at his temples and laugh lines around his eyes. His eyes had swung to the door as it opened and he got a big smile on his handsome face, his bright blue eyes lighting up with pleasure.
On the king’s left was Prince Mikos, again almost a carbon copy of his father, the king. Seated next to Mikos was Ryan, Mikol’s omak, who came to embrace them both.
“Come over here and sit down near me,” he said, tucking his arm through Kalen’s. Mikol, you can sit next to Blake.”
“My pleasure,” Mikol said, going over to give Blake a hug before he sat down. Kalen noticed that Blake took Mikol’s hand tightly in his and didn’t let go even after he sat down. He looked up at Kalen pleasantly, though and smiled at him.
“So nice to meet you, Prince Kalen. I thought we might be able to meet before the betrothal, but it seems my grandson is in a hurry. He’s skipped right to the wedding.”
“Can you blame me, omak-ahn? Look how gorgeous he is,” Mikol said, as smooth as glass, making Blake give him an indulgent look.
“He is, indeed,” Blake agreed.
