“Verus!”
“Oh, gods, yes!” Verus bellowed, his hips bucking against me as I came into his palm. The pleasure slammed into me hardlike waves with every thrust of his hips until I went blind from the pleasure. I barely heard Verus shout with his release, but I swore I could feel it as he filled me. I shivered and moaned at the thought, letting the pleasure overwhelm me. I was safe in Verus’s arms.
Twenty-Seven
Having slept alone while Verus was gone, I was overjoyed to wake up in his arms again. He’d kept me up late, eager and demanding for more. I gave him everything he asked for, until he took me into his mouth again, and the guilt over not reciprocating made me hesitate. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him. I was just afraid of the pain. When I finally explained to him my hesitation, he was angry. Not with me, though. He wanted to go after Richard immediately and cut him down. It took wrapping myself around him to keep him from leaving in the middle of the night.
Once I had him settled, he explained to me that the way I experienced it was wrong, it wasn’t supposed to be like that. And when I finally worked up the nerve to try it, he talked me through it and kept still, even though I could tell it was difficult for him. His thighs shook with the effort, and his fingers twisted in the furs so tightly his knuckles turned white. I would have felt guilty if he wasn’t moaning and encouraging me, his head thrashing as he fought his instincts. When he came, I swallowed his release and was so turned on by the act I had to jerk myself off to get relief.
I loved that Verus gave me the opportunity to reclaim that moment for myself. Now that the act was no longer tainted with the memories of Richard, I decided to wake Verus the same way, grinning to myself as he moaned and hardened in my mouth.
“Ravsol…” he breathed, his cock twitching between my lips.
I hummed, watching his face screw up with pleasure at the vibration. I was going to take him deeper when someone called out. Not to Verus. To me.
“Patrick?”
Releasing Verus’s cock, I sat up, my head cocked. Why was Saneth visiting me so early?
Verus growled, sitting up abruptly. “What does he want?”
I realized belatedly that I’d never told Verus that Saneth had made amends, and we were friends now. Putting my hands up to stall him from starting a fight, I explained. “It’s okay. He apologized while you were gone, and we’ve become friends. He isn’t here to upset me.”
Verus looked uncertain, but he trusted me not to lie to him. Pulling on trousers, I took Verus’s hand when he helped me to my feet, calling out to Saneth as I rushed to get dressed.
“I’m coming!”
Verus scowled as he jerked his trousers up his legs, muttering under his breath. “No you aren’t. We hadn’t gotten to that part yet.”
Snickering, I shoved his shoulder, tugging on my tunic. I looked disheveled and not very put together, but I figured Saneth would excuse me. He was the one waking me up.
When I stepped out of the tent, I stopped abruptly. Saneth was not alone. For a moment, I worried that Verus had been correct in assuming Saneth was here to cause trouble, since I hadn’t interacted with Tavik since the last time he confronted me in the cooking tent. Saneth was quick to reassure me, his hands lifted in a soothing manner.
“He’s here to apologize,” he rushed out.
Verus stepped out behind me, his expression dark. He didn’t trust Saneth’s words. I didn’t blame him. He hadn’t been here for all the progress we’d made as friends. I laced my fingers with his, squeezing gently as a reminder that we were together, and I was safe with him. He squeezed back, his eyes never leaving the couple in front of us. Jerking his chin at Tavik, he glared at him.
“Go on, then.”
Tavik scowled at him, but a sharp jab of Saneth’s elbow in his belly kept him from saying anything rude. He grunted, rubbing the spot, and frowned at Saneth.
“Ouch.”
Saneth rolled his eyes. “Don’t pretend it hurt. You promised, Tavik.”
With a long suffering sigh, Tavik nodded and turned to face me. “I wanted to apologize. I let my jealousies blind me from the truth and was unjustly cruel to you. Saneth told me what you did for us. Had you not befriended him, I might not have ever found my happiness. So I’m sorry. And thank you for hearing his words.”
I dipped my chin to acknowledge him. “Thank you for apologizing. Saneth is my friend. I’m glad he found the courage to tell you how he felt.”
Tavik turned a soft look on his friend, who rolled his eyes and elbowed him again. “Okay, we will leave you be now. I thought I would find you in the cooking tent since breakfast is soon. I’m sorry if I woke you.”
Surprised, I whipped my gaze skyward. The sky was bright, and the sun was over the horizon. I was late.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I whirled around, rushing back into the tent to grab my cane. Verus snatched me around the waist as I tried to hurry past him, tucking me against his side.
“Ravsol? Where are you going?”
“I’m late!” I screeched, wriggling free of his hold. “You kept me up too late!”
