“Just a second,” Rayne whispered tightly.
Eno released Rayne’s ass and braced his hand on the mint-green tile wall, next to Rayne’s hand. Keeping his hips perfectly still, Eno leaned forward and brushed a soft kiss to Rayne’s tense shoulder and then another to the back of his neck. He kissed him, feeling muscles relax under him by tiny measures.
“Is it wrong?” Eno whispered, his breath brushing along Rayne’s damp skin.
“What?”
“I keep thinking that right now, you’re mine. I know your mind will always belong to Caelan, to the kingdom, but right now, your body belongs to me. That I don’t have to share that part of you with anyone. I get to care for you, protect you. You’re mine, and I get to keep you safe.”
“No, it’s not wrong.” Rayne’s voice wavered, and he finished on another soft moan as he pushed backward, taking more of Eno into him. Eno bit the side of Rayne’s neck and withdrew before pushing forward again, sliding even deeper.
He moved slowly, relishing the tight slide, the toe-curling grip of Rayne’s body around him. And then the sounds Rayne was making with each slow thrust. They were driving him closer to his own orgasm. Nothing had ever felt so tight, so intense. A hot velvet fist stroking him, pushing him to the edge. Years of fantasizing had never prepared him for this; he wanted to plunge deep inside of Rayne and never stop. After all this time, he finally had him.
“More, Eno. Harder. I need more,” Rayne panted.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Eno growled between clenched teeth.
“Please. Make me feel you. Make me feel alive.”
While trying to remember the placement of Rayne’s bruises, Eno wrapped his arm across his waist and pressed his face into Rayne’s neck as he punched his hips forward hard. Rayne turned his head, kissing Eno desperately. Eno had never felt so completely connected with another person. Fingers tangled in his hair, holding him captive, as if Rayne were suddenly afraid that he might pull away and disappear.
“Oh, gods. Eno. Eno, I’m close,” Rayne said brokenly in a near whine.
Eno groaned, loving the look of need and pleasure on his face. The pain was wiped completely away. He released Rayne’s side and lightly dragged his fingers to Rayne’s leaking cock.
A muffled whimper rippled up Rayne’s throat. “Please,” he begged, and Eno happily gave the man exactly what he wanted. He tightened his fingers around Rayne’s dick and stroked him hard while fucking his ass.
“Come for me, Rayne. I want to feel it,” he snarled. “Give me everything.”
Rayne cried out, the sound undoubtedly jumping above the noise created by the shower. But Eno didn’t care if Caelan and Drayce heard them. He didn’t fucking care if all of the Empire heard them. He wanted them to hear. Wanted them to know that the man they’d tried to kill was still alive, and he was shouting his pleasure in their faces.
Muscles tightened on Eno, and Rayne shouted again as he came. Eno held on to his own orgasm by his damn fingernails. He wanted to experience every bit of Rayne’s pleasure before he let go. In the end, it was the hot wash of Rayne’s cum hitting his hand that sent him over the edge.
Clenching his teeth, he filled Rayne’s tight channel with his release. The world blotted out, white and sharp, as pleasure scorched every nerve ending and left his knees wobbly. He closed his eyes and nuzzled his face into Rayne’s neck, wanting to get lost in the man.
Off-balance, they tilted, Eno’s shoulder hitting the wall and holding them upright.
“Sorry,” Eno mumbled against his skin, still unwilling to release him.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Did I hurt you?”
Rayne’s body shook with a barely heard laugh. “I can’t feel much of anything right now. Really relaxed. Tingly. I’m sure the pain will return soon enough.”
Eno’s chest tightened at that reminder of what had happened to bring them to this breaking point. “You can’t hide it from me anymore. Maybe from Caelan, but not me. Promise, Rayne.”
Twisting a little in his arms, Rayne met his eyes with his own serious gaze. “And will you promise to not leave me behind?”
Eno could feel his brow furrow at Rayne’s question. He tightened his arm around him so he couldn’t escape. “Why do you think I’d leave you behind?”
“Because I haven’t trained for this kind of thing as much as you or Cael or even Drayce. I’m sure you see me as some kind of liability to the prince’s safety.”
Eno closed the couple of inches between their mouths, silencing any further nonsense with a draining kiss. He didn’t stop until he could feel Rayne relaxing against him. Only then did he lift up his lips. “You’re not a liability. You’re the only sane one among us. You’re the only one keeping me from strangling Drayce.”