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“Nowyou’re interested?” I asked smugly, rocking back to sit on his knees so I could admire my husband’s smooth, toned back...and to keep him pinned down. I’d remembered his legs were still free, and underestimating the man never ended well.
“Ren.”
I had no interest in taming the brat in him; it was far too much fun to be around. I just liked to toy with it and watch him glow brighter.
I cocked my head. “I’m still not hearing an apology for you hogging the bed.”
“Fuck an apology,” growled Mat, twisting his neck so he could glare up at me. I was honoured that he’d woken himself up to grace me with such energetic disgruntlement. “You wriggled around enough last night that I deserve to sleep wherever I want for putting up with your squirming ass.”
“Squirming ass?” I raised an eyebrow, relishing the way my boy’s eyes went wide with trepidation when he heard my tone and realised he’d gone too far. “I reckon it doesn’t wriggle half as much asyourswill, Nathanael.”
I ran a curious finger down the crease between his cheeks and around the rim of his hole, feeling him react with that characteristic contrariness of his. Resistance, as he tensed up. And yet also greedy desire, eagerly pushing back on me in his shameless bid for more.
So I gave it to him, and Mat howled in both surprise and the dry burn of the stretch. He immediately buried his face in the pillow to stifle the sound, but when he re-emerged, the blush of pink on his cheeks assured me the delicious noise hadn’t just been in my imagination, as did the half-sheepish, half-pissed off look on his face.
“Right again, Ren,” I declared, extremely pleased with myself. “I want you to make more noises like that for me. Bend your knees, consort.”
Knowing I wouldn’t get compliance from my lover, not this early in a scene, I curved an arm around Mathias’ waist to forcibly raise him from the bed and then shoved his knees up to tuck them beneath him. His face landed in the pillow again, this time inadvertently as his balance was stolen, and quite predictably, muffled yet vehement curses echoed around our dawn-lit bedchamber.
I took a moment to admire my beautiful husband and the position I had him in: arms outstretched towards the forward bedposts, on his knees, his head down and his ass exposed to all the wonderful things I wanted to do to it. And then I retrieved the bottle of oil from where I’d tossed it before waking him, coating my fingers and sliding two in to begin to work him open. I was feeling generous today.
“Fuck you,” Mat slurred, because he never went down easy. “I notice you’re still sitting on me, Ren, and you haven’t lost any weight in the past five minutes.”
I was barely resting on his feet. “You forget who you’re talking to,” I warned.
He turned his head so I could see his smirk. “The king of Quareh? I don’t give a shit.”
“No,” I said. “The man who has his fingers inside of you.”
I thrust them deeper, ruthlessly so, and Mathias cried out. As he writhed against my hands, unable to escape, I grinned. He certainly wasn’t sleepy anymore.
*
Chapter Two
“Does that feel good?” asked Ren, adding a third finger to his deep, sure strokes.
It felt fuckingamazing, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to admit that. The man did not need any more of an ego. “It’s alright, I suppose,” I said carefully, swallowing my groan.
I felt him fall still above me.
“Continue to feign nonchalance with my fingers in your ass, Nat,” Ren said in a low voice that sent chills down my spine, “and I willleave you like thisfor the rest of the day.”
The cuffs suddenly felt heavy around my wrists. “You wouldn’t.”
“I really would. To know I have you bound and waiting for me as I sit through hours of a Council meeting and citizen appearances?” Ren curled his fingers inside me and we both shuddered. “Divine.”
“It feels good,” I muttered quickly. “More than good. Exquisite?”
“You know, that’s what Ithoughtyou’d said.”
Then his hand withdrew and I moaned at the loss.
Ren was being unusually kind by leaving enough slack in the restraints for me to remain comfortable while he played with me. Whenmoy dorogoiwas in one of his crueller moods, he first wrapped each chain around the bed posts to shorten their lengths, the insistent pull on my body as I was stretched out at his mercy making everything so much worse.
…or better.
But with some room to move this morning, I began to turn over to see what he was doing, only for my face to be shoved callously back into the pillow.
