by Scott
Slade opened his eyes then and looked into Dallan’s emerald-green ones. As Dallan was helping him remove his clothes, Slade couldn’t help but notice that the other man was already naked. God, he was gorgeous. Things he hadn’t noticed earlier registered now, things like the light dusting of golden hair on Dallan’s chest, arrowing down his stomach to the yellow curls surrounding the base of his cock, which was also quite impressive.
Slade was naked now, too, and wanted every inch of his body touching Dallan’s. He turned on his side, facing Dallan, and threw his leg over his, feeling the friction of the hair on Dallan’s leg brushing against his.
Dallan lowered his head, invading Slade’s mouth with his tongue in a hard and passionate kiss. Slade felt as if he were being devoured, but he didn’t care. He put his arms around the other man’s neck and responded in kind, groaning. The kiss went on for a few seconds more before Dallan broke it off. Slade felt abandoned and lifted his mouth up to Dallan’s again.
“Wait, Slade. I want more. I want to fuck you.”
Slade paused. Being the bottom was not the norm for him. He’d done it a few times, but had never really enjoyed it. Sure, it had been a little painful, but that wasn’t the problem. The issue was the fact that he liked feeling as if he was the one in control. With this man, though, it was different. He didn’t care—top, bottom—it didn’t matter. He just wanted Dallan, wanted him more than anyone he’d ever wanted before. So, okay, he’d bottom for him.
Slade realized that Dallan had been watching his face intently. He smiled up at him and said, “Okay, but I don’t usually do this, so I need you to go slow.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Dallan smiled down at Slade. “Whatever you need. I believe that I can make this a pleasurable experience for both of us.” He slid his hand under one of the dozens of pillows on the huge bed and brought out a wand, which he pointed toward the bathroom. In a few seconds, a bottle containing a golden liquid was moving through the air toward the bed. Reaching Dallan, it stopped and hovered mid-air until he took it in his free hand and put the wand down.
At Slade’s questioning look, he explained, “This is what you would call lube in your world, but it is more than that. It is a special elixir that will not only ease my entry, but will intensify our experience.”
Slade managed to respond with, “Mm hm.” It wasn’t so much the lube he was questioning as the fact that it had flown through the air to Dallan.
Dallan could see that Slade was nervous, and he understood, but he’d never had any complaints before, from women or men. He’d enjoyed sex with both since there were no prejudices here in the Vargr Realm. As a matter of fact, his biggest problem had been keeping it casual with no attachments. He’d never had to use his wizardry to have sex. He was beautiful and he knew it, but with this human, he felt a little insecure. It was a new emotion, one he didn’t particularly like.
Lying down beside Slade, he leaned over to give him a kiss before saying, “Roll over.” There was only a moment’s hesitation and Slade complied. Dallan began rubbing Slade’s back, relaxing him, as his hand moved lower and lower, grazing his butt cheeks.
“Spread your legs,” he said as he nuzzled the back of Slade’s neck. Slade obeyed and Dallan cupped his balls, massaging them briefly before he picked up the bottle of oil and poured the liquid down Slade’s crease.
****
Slade was nervous, no doubt about it. He hadn’t bottomed for anyone in years, hadn’t wanted to and hadn’t cared enough about anybody to do something he didn’t want to do just for their enjoyment. Now, here he was, agreeing to it with a man who was a virtual stranger. Not only was he agreeing to it, he wanted to do it for this man.
He jumped as he felt the oil sliding down his crease, followed by a finger that began probing his hole. Too late to rethink this now. Then, suddenly, he had no desire to rethink it because that finger entering him and that oil were creating sensations he had never felt before. He groaned and began to move, loving the feel of that finger, no, maybe two fingers, and the friction of the sheets on his dick.
“Turn over. I want to watch you while I fuck you.”
Bossy bastard. That’s what Slade was thinking as he was turning over, as he let Dallan place his legs on his shoulders and began to enter him. It felt so damn good that he could hardly wait for Dallan to push all the way in. Then, a thought occurred to him and he stiffened.
“Condom,” he ground out.
Dallan smiled down at him. “There’s no need. We have no diseases here.”
Slade had no idea why he believed Dallan, but he did. He laughed. “What are you waiting for, then?”
“Nothing.” He poured some of that wonderful elixir into his hand and reached for Slade’s cock as he pushed into him. He began a rhythm with his hand that matched the rhythm of his dick as it slid in and out of Slade.
The pace increased and Slade felt his release building. He couldn’t be still. The sensation of Dallan’s hand moving on his shaft at the same time that hard cock was moving in and out was too much. He moaned. “I’m coming. I can’t hold it any longer.”
Just after his release, he felt the warmth of Dallan’s release filling him. Dallan leaned down to kiss him before rolling to the side. Slade felt himself being gathered close to the other man and was glad that one of them still had some strength left because he sure as hell didn’t. Right now, he was so relaxed all he could think about was sleeping, and that’s exactly what he did.
****
Dallan lay there holding Slade while he slept, enjoying the feel of his body next to his, and thinking about the huge argument he and his father would probably have about this human. If he decided to tell him.
When he’d been summoned by the queen and her son, Prince Levi, he’d had no idea that his father, Niam, would be there. His mother, Ariana, was a Lady in Queen Fionna’s court and it would have been nice if she’d given him some kind of warning that his father was there. She knew that he and his father were not always on the best of terms and a little heads up, giving him time to prepare, would have been nice. Of course, she adored Niam, as he did her, so she never understood why he and Dallan had a problem with each other.
Apparently, his father was going to be with the Sidhe while King Egill was here in secret. They had summoned Dallan so that they could work out some strategy regarding the war. The king’s son, Leviathan, was a commander in WRAITH and a friend of Dallan’s, whom he hadn’t seen in some time. He had requested that Dallan be summoned because he felt that he would be an asset to their group due to his extensive training as a member of WRAITH.
Upon his arrival, he was escorted to a meeting room where Levi and an absolutely beautiful young man sat, having a somewhat heated conversation. Before they noticed him, he overheard part of their conversation.
“I told you that I don’t want you involved in this,” Levi said intensely.
To that, the younger man replied, “I don’t give a shit what you want, Levi. I am involved and you can’t tell me what to do.”
Levi opened his mouth to say something else and Dallan cleared his throat to make his presence known. Levi looked up and smiled broadly. “Dallan. You got here quickly. You’re looking good.”
As Levi stood up, Dallan walked across the room and they embraced. “It’s good to see you, too, Your Highness. It’s been a while.” His gaze slid to the handsome man next to Levi.
Levi made the introductions. “This is the true faery king, Prince…”
“Cole. Cole Gregory.” He held out his hand and Dallan took it.
“Dallan.”
Levi turned to Cole and said, “Dallan is a wizard and the keeper of one of the blood gates. He’s also a member of WRAITH.”
“I see. I was FBI in the human realm before I came to live here.”
“Live here?” Dallan gave Levi a confused look.
Levi smiled at Cole. “With me.”
“The two of you are together? He’s you
r consort?”
Cole spoke up then. “I prefer to think of it as partners.”
Dallan watched them exchange looks before Levi said, “He’s my consort. It’s a long story, but we don’t have time for that now. I need to let you know, Dallan, that Niam is here.”
“Fuck. That’s all I need right now.” He glanced over at Cole who had a puzzled look on his face. “My illustrious father.”
As if on cue, a large man, with golden hair and a flowing golden robe, walked in. “What a nice introduction. It’s nice to hear that you think of me as illustrious.”
“Is sarcasm a term that you’re familiar with?”
His father stared at Dallan for a long moment. “I believe that you and I need to talk after this little meeting. I’ve heard something that I find rather disturbing.”
Dallan felt a shiver of alarm go down his spine. His father couldn’t possibly know about Slade, could he? It had only been a few hours since he had brought Slade over from the human realm. Granted, he should have already neutralized him or had someone else do it, but there were issues that he didn’t care to go into with his father.
The meeting was a long one, mainly because his father had been argumentative, almost belligerent. He seemed to disagree with everything that was proposed, and would interrupt whoever was speaking to proffer his opinion in an arrogant manner. As he was doing now. God, what a prick. Now, there’s a handy word I’ve picked up from associating with humans, one of several. It fits my father perfectly. What a pompous ass.
“Dallan? Dallan? Are you listening?”
Hell, no. “Yes, Niam, I’m listening.” Dallan was struggling to tap into his subconscious. Surely, on some level, he’d picked up on some of what his father had been droning on and on about. No, nothing there. He must have completely tuned him out because his mind, both conscious and subconscious, was a total blank. He looked at his father, who was staring at him.
Niam had a disgusted look on his face. “So, what do you think?”
Well, here he was, pinned to the board like some insect to be studied. He didn’t have a clue what his father had been saying and Niam knew it. Asshole. He opened his mouth to speak, but was saved from looking like an utter fool in front of everyone in the room by Levi.
Standing, Levi faced Dallan. “Excuse me, Dallan. I’m sorry to interrupt you, but I think that a great deal of information has been shared and proposed here today. I think that it would be best for each of us to assimilate it and meet again in a few days to voice our opinions.” He looked around the room before he fixed his eyes on Niam. “I will schedule another meeting time to hear suggestions on how to proceed, but remember that the final decision is mine, since I’m the king now.”
Everyone agreed and Dallan breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn’t wait to get out of here and back to Slade. He’d made sure that the house was sealed so he knew that he would be there and be safe. Now, all he had to do was get out of here before his father stopped him.
He had turned toward the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Shit. He looked back, saw that it was Levi and smiled. “Thanks for saving my ass for me in there. I had no clue what Niam had been talking about.”
Levi laughed. “I noticed. And you’re welcome, but I didn’t stop you so that you could thank me. I’d like for you to meet with me privately.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow. Cole and I could come to your home.”
“Certainly, Your Highness. I have something to discuss with you, too. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get out of here before I have to talk to Niam.”
Levi laughed. “Go ahead. I’ll do you one more favor. I’ll tell him that I’ve sent you to do something for me. He can’t argue with that since I’m in charge while my father is recovering.”
Dallan clasped Levi’s shoulder. “You’re a good friend. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He dipped his head slightly in a gesture of respect before turning to leave. He heard his father call his name, but he continued out of the meeting room.
As he exited, he heard Levi call out, “Niam, I need to speak with you.”
When Dallan arrived home, the house was very quiet, as if no one was there. He knew that it was impossible that Slade had left because he had put a spell on it that sealed it. Still, he was alarmed at how silent it was.
Walking into the bedroom, he discovered why everything was silent. Slade was lying on the bed sound asleep. Dallan knew that he should just walk out and leave him alone, but he wanted this man like no other. He began removing his clothes as he moved toward the bed. Slade was fully clothed, but Dallan intended to remedy that. As soon as he lay down beside Slade he reached for the button on his jeans.
CHAPTER SIX
Slade awoke early, just as it was getting daylight. He lay there for a minute, listening to birds chirping and trying to orient himself to his surroundings. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well. Maybe it had something to do with the big arms wrapped around him and the muscular thigh resting against his. He was afraid to move for fear of breaking the spell. Wait. Spell. Wizard.
He turned his head just in time to see Dallan’s green eyes open and give him a sexy look. He knew what that stare meant. He should. He’d seen it several times during the night. If he hadn’t recognized the look, he damn sure would have known what Dallan had on his mind when he felt that hard cock pressing against his hip.
Slade moved his hip, lightly rubbing Dallan’s dick. He loved the feel of it creating a kind of friction, and so did Dallan, if that groan was any indication. Slade smiled. “Don’t you ever get enough, Merlin?”
Dallan pushed against Slade. “Not of you. And who the hell is Merlin? Don’t you even know who you’ve been in bed with all night? First you call me Oz and now, Merlin.”
“Of course, I know who I’ve been in bed with. Can’t you take a joke? Oz and Merlin are names of wizards, so I’ve just been calling you whatever wizard name came to mind.”
“Ah, so you finally believe me. You’ve finally accepted that I’m a wizard and that you are in the Vargr Realm.” Dallan ran his hand down Slade’s muscular chest, across his stomach and cupped his balls, massaging them.
Slade spread his legs to give Dallan better access, moving against the big hand kneading him. “Um…”
“Yes, Slade, you were saying?”
“Fuck, Dallan, I can’t concentrate while you’re doing that.” Slade paused, gathering his thoughts. “Oh, yeah. Contrary to my belief that fairy tales are not true, I have seen some evidence that appears to substantiate some of what you’ve been saying.”
“Such as?”
“Such as that little flying faery thing that lit on your shoulder yesterday, and that bottle of lube or, elixir as you called it, flying from the bathroom to the bedroom right into your hand.” Slade lost his train of thought after that as Dallan’s hand moved from his balls to his rigid shaft. He managed to growl, “Can we stop talking now?”
“Absolutely. Now, roll over.”
Bossy bastard. But hot. He rolled over and felt Dallan’s hand caressing his ass just before the magic elixir slid down his crease followed by a finger tickling his entrance. God, it felt good. He couldn’t seem to get enough of Dallan, either. The man was like a drug that he had to have. When he felt Dallan’s body move over on top of him, he smiled in anticipation, and when Dallan’s cock entered him slowly, he backed into it, taking it all.
Filling Slade completely, Dallan paused only long enough to reach around and take Slade’s cock in his hand. Then the rhythm began. In and out, up and down, driving Slade crazy. He couldn’t be still.
“Harder, faster.”
Dallan complied. It only took a few strokes and they were both coming.
They’d each shouted the other’s name at the end and now both lay spent, Dallan’s body covering half of Slade’s, but neither seemed able to move. Finally, Dallan moved his big body off Slade, but remained close enough to still be touc
hing.
Slade felt satisfied, relaxed and was drifting back to sleep when Dallan began to speak.
“Slade, I’ve made a decision about you.”
“Really? And that would be?”
“I can’t neutralize you and I don’t anyone else to try to, either, because I’ve decided to keep you and I want you to remember who I am.”
Slade sat bolt upright. “What the hell are you talking about? You can’t keep me here against my will.”
“Actually, I can. And I will.”
“Hell, no, you won’t, you arrogant bastard. I’m not a damn puppy you picked up at the pound.”
“Yes, I will, and there will be no further discussion about it right now. We’re having guests today.”
Slade was distracted for a minute. “Guests?”
“Yes, Prince Leviathan and his consort. I have no idea what time they’ll arrive, so we need to bathe and get dressed. It’s poor form to keep the acting king waiting, even if he is a friend.”
Slade was pissed at Dallan’s high-handed attitude and felt argumentative. “Listen up, Dumbledore. As much as I’d love to meet the king and his consort, I have no clean clothes to wear. They’re all packed in a suitcase in my car back in the ‘human realm’ and I don’t feel inclined to greet the king naked.”
“Nor will you. No one shall ever see you in that state besides me, ever again. You belong to me now. I plan to talk to Levi about you today.”
Rage and frustration boiled up in Slade. Nobody had told him what to do for a very long time, and no matter how gorgeous this man was, or how good in bed, he wasn’t any man’s possession. “You can talk to whomever you choose, but it won’t do any good.”
“We’ll discuss this later. For now, we need to prepare for Levi and his consort.” Dallan looked over at Slade and grinned. “Shall we bathe together to save time?”
Slade felt his dick twitch at the thought of them bathing each other in the large tub he had seen in the bathroom, but he was still mad at Dallan for acting so bossy. “I told you, asshole, I don’t have any clean clothes to put on.”
