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don't have to build anything for me."
"I want to. I want to do something."
"Build me a kingdom, then. The best kingdom this land has ever
seen."
Castan tilted his head. "I think I can do that. Though I don't know
where to start."
"You've already started," Reghan said softly. "You've got a good
foundation."
"You were a prince, you said. Don't you miss having your own
kingdom?"
"Not at all. I don't regret the choice I made, Castan, and I'll make it
every day for the rest of my life."
Reghan's words were matter-of-fact, his tone one of flat truth.
Reghan at his most reasonable, his most even. Castan liked that side of
Reghan just fine--especially when his reasonable tone was cooling
Castan's more fiery temper--but he missed the wildness from the night
before. He missed the look in Reghan's eyes that said he was thisclose to
losing control, and Castan liked the way Reghan had attacked him like a
wolf falling on its prey. He liked to see that he wasn't the only one with
passions just below the surface, and he liked that Reghan couldn't
always be in perfect control.
His cock swelled at the memory, and Castan realized that it was
very, very uncomfortable to be stuck on a horse with an erection.
"Do you mind if we take a little rest?" Castan asked, trying to make
it sound like it made no difference to him either way.
"Already? I thought you had better stamina than that."
"It's not my stamina I'm worried about."
Reghan smiled. "Of course I don't mind. You're the prince, after all.
I thought that meant you would be informing me of breaks."
"Good point. Reghan, I insist we stop right now."
Reghan pulled his horse to a halt. "Anything else, sire?"
"Dismount," Castan ordered.
Reghan swung his leg over and slid off the horse, looping the reins
over a nearby branch. Castan smiled and followed suit. As soon as his
feet touched the ground, Reghan was there, hands curling in his shirt. A
second later, he felt rough bark at his back as Reghan claimed his
mouth. Castan sighed and wrapped his arms around Reghan, relieved
that he no longer had to pretend he was interested in anything else. He
had a hard time believing he would ever care about anything as much as
he cared about the texture of Reghan's mouth.
Castan wasn't sure how or why, but he was certain Reghan tasted
better--sweeter, somehow. Perhaps it was the fresh air or the scent of the
trees and sunshine. Or maybe it was just the bliss already speeding
through Castan's veins, infecting his blood. Reghan kissed him without
restraint, and Castan was gratified to realize that the night before hadn't
been some fluke. He was even more gratified to know that this wasn't
one-sided. Reghan really did want Castan as much as Castan wanted
him. His desire was desperate and frightening and that morning when he
watched Reghan sleep, he'd felt a little sick with it. Like his stomach
couldn't stand to be twisted into any more knots.
Kissing Reghan was almost like gorging on too many wild berries.
When he was younger, he'd find a ripe patch and stuff his mouth until
his tongue and lips were covered in sticky juice and his stomach felt
heavy. Then he would eat another handful or two because he really did
love the sweetness of it. He loved licking his sticky fingers and smacking
his stained lips and whatever discomfort he suffered later had always
been worth it. Memories of those lazy summer afternoons--the taste and
sound of them--infused his mind as Reghan devoured his mouth.
"Couldn't get you away from that castle fast enough," Reghan
murmured.
"We don't have to go back today."
"We don't?"
"It wouldn't be the first time I disappeared for a little while." His
hand went to Reghan's hip. "Nobody will notice."
"Good. I want to tie you to this tree and keep you here."
"Binding me isn't necessary," Castan said, tilting his chin up as
Reghan attacked his throat. He felt the sharp points of Reghan's teeth
sink into Adam's apple, and then Reghan was soothing the bite with his
tongue, which sent pleasure spiraling all the way down to his feet. His
cock strained against his breeches, and the soft material seemed far too
rough on his sensitive flesh. His balls ached, too. And though Reghan
had been gentle with him the night before, his backside hurt, too. Not in
an unpleasant way. It was almost like he wanted Reghan to tup him
again.
"Fun, though."
Castan's hands were suddenly busy. One was finding a way
beneath Reghan's shirt, and the other was between their bodies, his
fingers molding over Reghan's shaft. Reghan groaned, his mouth still
attached to Castan's neck. He was going to be covered in purple marks--
more purple marks. He didn't exactly remember at what point the night
before Reghan had gone crazy with his teeth, but he did notice the
evidence of such an attack that morning. His neck and chest and
shoulders, and his back for all Castan knew, were covered in bite marks.
Reghan had smiled at him a little sheepishly and made a gesture with his
fingers, wiping away the marks like they'd never been there. Now he
seemed intent on seeing their return.
"Fun how?"
"I'll show you sometime." Reghan closed his fingers around
Castan's wrist, gripping him tightly but not trying to move Castan's
hand. "I think you'll like it. Like the way the ropes cut into your skin and
the marks they'll leave."
Castan shuddered. He couldn't deny he liked the idea, even if he
felt more than a little trepidation at the thought of allowing anybody to
bind him.
"Yeah," Reghan said approvingly, "you do like it." He closed his
teeth over the fleshy part of Castan's ear and sharp pain lanced through
him. His first instinct was to bat Reghan away and escape the pain, but
that impulse was almost immediately swallowed up by sharper pleasure.
It felt like the pain had a direct connection to his cock, and when Reghan
bit him again, the throbbing between his legs only intensified. "You love
it."
Castan could only grunt. He twisted his fingers in Reghan's shirt
and gasped for breath, the ground suddenly less stable beneath him. He
thought of all the bruises and gashes, the sprains and broken bones, the
blood. He'd always felt a certain release in combat, whether it was
friendly sparring or an actual fight. But he was a little surprised at how
close that release was to the pleasure Reghan gave him. And he didn't
know what to make of the fact that Reghan was so fascinated, even
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