Page 92 of Wreaking Havoc
Sascha whined, oversensitive and wrecked already. But Kai was relentless.
He was going to make Sascha come a second time, wasn’t he?
Sascha gave in to it, his body going lax again, secure in Kai’s hold.
Except for Sascha’s traitorous dick, which was already twitching, trying to rally for their unrelenting mate.
When Sascha came for the second time, it was with Kai’s hand wrapped around his cock, his strokes as slow and methodical as the push of his hips. Sascha twitched and moaned, his legs shaking with the force of it. Kai growled, beyond words now, picking up his rhythm until Sascha was filling with a familiar heat, his spasming muscles milking Kai for all he was worth.
They sprawled out on the bed, Sascha a pile of useless jelly. Kai lay on his side next to him, nuzzling in close. He picked up Sascha’s left hand. “No smudges,” he reported, immense satisfaction in his voice.
Sascha made some sort of gurgling sound of agreement. Kai’s other hand was tracing over the skin of Sascha’s thigh. Not tantalizing, not anymore. More proprietary. Comforting.
Sascha had his eyes closed. He was under the impression Kai was watching his show again until Kai spoke suddenly, “I’ve never understood the human concept of love.”
Well, then.
Sascha opened his eyes, trying to get his wayward brain cells to focus. Kai was staring at Sascha’s chest with a deep frown. “When I was summoned, all those times…I saw humans hurt those they claimed to love, if it helped to grow their power.”
Sascha thought of his father, his brothers, his mother. “It can be…complicated.”
“The love you have for your brothers isn’t complicated,” Kai insisted. “It’s pure.”
Sascha considered that. It was true there were complicated feelings surrounding that love—their upbringing, the ways they’d hurt one another, intentional or not—but he supposed the love itselfwaspure. Sascha was never going to screw his brothers over, for power or for anything else.
“As is the love you have for me,” Kai told him smugly.
Sascha narrowed his eyes. “Cocky.”
“You’re my mate,” Kai said, suddenly insistent. “The bondmate of my soul. It is beyond words. Beyond human love.”
“Sometimes words are nice.” Sascha shrugged, too relaxed and well fucked to get worked up. “I like them. The words.”
“You do?” Kai asked with surprise. And then he smiled, as if that was all he’d needed—to know Sascha liked something. “Then I love you, my sweet Sascha,” he crooned. “Better and more deeply than any human could.”
Sascha almost wanted to tease him, to make another remark about Kai’s arrogance. But he couldn’t. It was true—Sascha had never felt so cared for, so understood, protected against the cruelty of the world by the strength of Kai’s body and the warmth of his soul. He’d never met a human man who could have made him feel this way.
“I know you do,” he said simply.
Kai grinned at him, then gathered Sascha into his lap, facing the TV again. “Now come, watch how the swords are made.”
So Sascha did. It was silly and a little boring, and he’d never in his life loved anything more.
EPILOGUE
Kai
Kai sat on the beach, watching the gentle waves rocking the boats moored close to the coast. There was one in particular that looked just like Kai’s ornament, the one Sascha claimed was proof of his terrible taste.
But how could Kai’s ornament be terrible when it was a reflection of the same view Kai had seen that first time he’d laid his hands on Sascha? Wringing an orgasm out of him on this very beach, planting the seed in his mind on how he would mate this human.
It seemed to Kai he had excellent taste, actually.
Although, now the weather had warmed and their little beach was full of other people. As was the town itself. Tourists, Sascha said. People who came from other parts of the world to admire their home.
Kai couldn’t blame them. Their home was beautiful.
He knew Sascha worried, on the days he let his insecurity get the best of him, that Kai would grow bored. That the life they led here couldn’t possibly be enough for him. But Kai had spentcenturies in the Void, with only three unlikely companions for company. Here he had Sascha. Just that alone made it infinitely better.
