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“We can stop if you need to. It’s my first time too, in a way. We don’t have penetrative sex with anyone but our nobyos. We’ll figure this out together, all right?”
He nodded and Mikol smiled. “I’ll be gentle, sweetheart. I promise. Just trust me and relax. If I do anything that hurts too much, let me know and I’ll stop.”
Kalen nodded again and felt a finger slip inside him, while at the same time, Mikol finally took Kalen’s aching shaft in his hand and began to stroke him. Kalen heard himself make a whimpering noise he’d never made before and relaxed into that sure grip. The finger was giving him a gentle massage and making him relax a tiny bit. Mikol increased the speed on his shaft and since the finger in his ass felt so good, he allowed himself to concentrate on his cock and the incredible things Mikol was doing to it. When the finger inside him began to move again, nerve endings Kalen didn’t know he had sprang into life. Kalen pulled his knees even farther apart, and the finger moved deep inside him, touching something that lit him up. He gasped at the sensation and buried his face in his arm. Gods, it made him see stars.
The fingers pulled out, and Kalen glanced up in disappointment, his hole clenching and unclenching at the loss. Almost immediately though, Mikol pressed against him, his cock taking the place of the finger. He eased himself inside, pushing past the strong ring of muscles. It hurt, but Kalen bit his lip, too proud to let his mate see it.
Chapter Fifteen
Mikol knew how Kalen was feeling, and he redoubled his efforts on Kalen’s cock. Mikol looked down at Kalen, lying on his back with a forearm thrown over his eyes, flushed and lovely, his eyes tightly closed as he concentrated on his pleasure. Mikol pulled back and gathered some of Kalen’s copious precum and stroked it across his entrance to help ease the way. He dropped a soft kiss on his knee, and he heard Kalen murmuring something to him.
Pleasure came flooding back to him—Mikol could see it in his handsome face, along with other emotions that thrilled him. Kalen was beginning to relax and just give in to the pleasure. He was recognizing exactly who was doing this to him and allowing himself to enjoy it. Kalen thrust up into the hand that held him, and then winced. “Oh, that burns,” he said, whimpering a little, so that Mikol had to lavish him with kisses. Rained them down on him until he laughed and pushed at his chest.
“I’m sorry, baby. Do you—do you want me to stop? I can try…”
“No, no. Please don’t stop.”
Mikol wanted to soothe him and devour him at the same time. He’d never felt this way about anyone before, and it surprised and even alarmed him. This boy had suddenly become so important to him. More than his family or his kingdom or even his life.How could that be?It had to be a biological aberration, because it wasn’t what he wanted—it gave too much of him away and might even put him and his family in danger. After all, he barely knew this person, no matter how beloved he was to him at this moment.
For so long, he’d been proud of the fact that he could put his position and his job first, above all other things. Heneededdistance from others—he craved it to give him perspective. To enable him to always keep a cool head when everyone around him was losing theirs, along with their courage.
Now the perspective was gone, wiped out in seconds by this wanting, thisneeding, this love that was too strong, too vital to his happiness and it scared him. It couldn’t be good to feel this much for someone. It made him too vulnerable, too open to being hurt. There wasnothinghe wouldn’t do for Kalen in this moment, and this man—this alien boy, really—now had immense power over him. He couldn’t let him realize it.
Mikol moved now with slow thrusts, gently pulling out and pushing in. He wanted to take his time with him, and it was imperative that he brought these feelings back under control. Brought Kalen under control. But at the same time, he wanted to love him, to know his body intimately and relish every sound he made when he was being made love to. No one but Mikol would ever hear those sounds—he’d make sure of it. He’d kill anyone who tried to separate or come between them.
“Relax, nobyo, and it’ll hurt less. Push out a little.” That sweet spot inside Kalen was being caressed with each stoke and Kalen pushed backward into it, then forward again to meet Mikol’s hand. He was perfect—Mikol’s feelings for him soared, coming too fast for him to process them, and he gave himself over to just the pleasure.
Mikol moved the hand on Kalen’s cock the way he’d done earlier, easing the tip of his finger inside Kalen’s slit, and Kalen arched his back and climaxed. At the same time, Mikol felt himself coming in an explosion of all that pleasure, and he shouted Kalen’s name as he strained against him. After a long moment when the shudders racked his body, he was finally able to pull away and fell over on the bed beside Kalen.
They remained lying quietly together, their limbs tangled for a long while. Mikol thought that neither of them wanted to move. Finally, he got up to get some wet cloths and cleaned them both, and then he nudged Kalen to turn on his side and came up behind him, spooning him and rubbing his hand over his groin gently and soothingly. Soon his handsome prince was breathing deeply beside him, his breath coming in little sighs, and Mikol was able to relax into sleep.
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Mikol was amazed at how fast the wedding ceremony was. He’d thought that like all royal affairs, it would go on and on, but soon the priests were pronouncing them married, and he turned to kiss Kalen’s sweet lips. It wasn’t a Tygerian custom, but kissing had become a tradition, in their family, due to Blake and Ryan’s influence. His omak said that it was done on Earth, and so he and Blake wanted it here too, at least as far as their family was concerned. It was fine with Mikol. More than fine. He might even have held the kiss a bit too long, because one of the priests cleared his throat, and he heard one of his cousins—probably Rakkur—laughing softly behind him, only to be shushed by Blake. Mikol didn’t care. His soul still blazed with love for this beautiful boy, and he didn’t care who knew it.
He turned with Kalen still in his arms and all his family came up to congratulate them.
It had been a small wedding, but like Blake had promised, there were plenty of flowers, all native to Tygeria. Some included some blue and orange ones—Mikol had no idea of their names—the colors of the Lorian flag. They even had little Lorian flags stuck down in their pots. It was a nice touch.
But all he really cared to see was here beside him, in his arms. He looked handsome and adorable to Mikol, with his long, dark hair pulled up in a sort of bun on the back of his head, and the sapphire robes flowing down the line of his gorgeous body and displaying it nicely. He understood now why everyone said a Tygerian male shouldn’t have full sex until after they were married. He could think of nothing else today but hisnobyoand how soon he could get him back to bed. Every time he looked at him, he wanted to take him to bed and give him pleasure. Lavish it on him until neither of them could take any more. He wanted to make love to him in every possible way, until they finally had to stop from sheer exhaustion.
He wondered idly if his omak would object to him blowing off this reception.
Or maybe it was more apparent than he thought because his father, Mikos, gave him a long look and whispered to him. “No.”
Mikol raised an eyebrow and looked over at his father who was smiling. “I know how you feel, son, but Blake has gone to a lot of trouble to set this up and make it nice for you. So no, you can’t leave early.”
So, he gave his father a rueful smile and prepared to endure.
Kalen was happily engaged in receiving everyone’s good wishes and congratulations, and he had his friend Dartan seated next to him on a cushioned chair. The guard had lost weight, in only the few days or so since Mikol had seen him last. He looked pale and drawn, and Mikol made a mental note to speak to the doctors about what they were giving him for pain.
Oddly, Florin, who was also in attendance, stood on the other side of the room, talking to some of their mutual friends and showing no interest at all in the Lorian guard, not even looking in his direction. He made a mental note to make inquiries about that situation later on too.
He felt so happy he wondered how long such happiness could last?
He thought later that he should never have challenged the gods in such a way. They had the power to give you great happiness—and then to snatch it back away, just to remind you they were in charge and could do as they liked.
For the next three weeks, everything was perfect. Well, almost everything, He’d spoken to Florin and found out that Florin had finally admitted his feelings to the Lorian guard, Dartan, but the young man had turned him down flat.
