Rayne let the larger man maneuver him, too lost to the swell of need in him. Eno released his cock and battled Rayne’s hand away so he could gather them together in his large fist. At the same time, those wet fingers slid along Rayne’s crack and toyed with his hole, pressing so lightly while he began to stroke them together.
His hips thrust and shoved backward, chasing the teasing orgasm while desperate to feel Eno inside of him. “Please,” he panted into his lover’s ear, clinging to his broad shoulders.
“Tell me you’re mine,” Eno snarled.
“Yours. Only yours. Shey won’t touch me. Only you. For as long as you want me.”
Eno lifted his face to stare right into Rayne’s eyes. “I will always want you.” He shoved both slick fingers into Rayne’s ass. The burn and stretch were exquisite, like lighting crackling along his soul. He cried out, but Eno captured the sound with his own mouth. Eno fucked him hard with his hands. Rayne had no chance to stop the orgasm that ripped through him. His lover owned him completely.
Pleasure washed over him and all he could do was let it pull him under. He clung to Eno, basking in the feel and sound of Eno following behind him. Eno pulled his fingers free, but cupped his ass, holding him close. Rayne wrapped his arms around him, burying his face into the man’s neck. He felt strangely at peace, even though his world had been turned upside-down time and again over the past week. In Eno’s arms, he was safe.
“We should clean up before Caelan and Drayce start searching for us,” Eno murmured.
Rayne nodded against him. He wasn’t ready for reality to intrude on their tiny bubble, but it was the truth. He’d been missing for far too long, and now Eno was missing. They couldn’t afford to have the other two growing curious.
Reluctantly pulling away, Rayne held up the front of his shirt and caught the waist of his pants. A mess was smeared across his stomach, but not as much as he was expecting. Judging by the way Eno was holding his hand, it appeared the man had deftly caught most of it.
Leading the way across the room, Rayne flipped on the light to the en suite bathroom, wincing briefly at the brightness and then his own rumpled reflection. Lovely. His lips were swollen. And was that beard burn? He stepped to the far sink and turned on the faucet, warming the water while Eno chose the other sink.
A heavy sigh had Rayne’s eyes snapping over to see Eno frowning at the water. He would have hoped the man would have remained happier a bit longer after the orgasm.
“I know this is a stupid question, but which of the many things that are wrong with our lives is troubling you right now?” Rayne inquired.
“A prince, Rayne? Your ex had to be a prince?” Eno said as he washed his hands.
Rayne could only blink at him. Not quite the answer he’d been expecting. “I don’t understand.”
“Of course you don’t,” Eno muttered. He quickly soaped up a washcloth and cleaned himself while Rayne did the same.
“Please, talk to me. I’m sorry if you misunderstood about Shey. He caught me off guard as we returned to our chambers, but I’ve been clear with him that what happened in the past between us is over.”
Eno shook his head. “It’s not that. We haven’t made any promises to each other. You can sleep with whoever you want. I just…I’m so out of my depth here. You’re not some prize, but he’s right too. You are worth fighting for, worth dying for, and so worth waiting a lifetime for. How am I to compete with a prince? My only value is in my sword and the life I can sacrifice for another.”
Rayne tossed aside the towel he’d been using to dry off with and wrapped his long arms around Eno, pulling him in tight. “You are more than a sword. You are a wonderful mind and a loving heart. You are devotion, loyalty, and strength.”
Strong arms hugged him, and Rayne felt some of the tension leave Eno’s shoulders. “I feel like I’ve wanted you for years,” Eno whispered, warming something deep inside of Rayne. “What do you want?”
Pulling away enough to meet Eno’s gaze, Rayne smiled. “I want you to want me. I want you to possess me completely, body and soul. I want to know that no matter where we are in the world, I will always belong to you.”
“Done. You are mine, Rayne Laurent. Always.”
Rayne kissed him one last time, promising himself there would be longer moments like this. Moments that didn’t feel hurried or stolen.
He reluctantly stepped away and started to pull his clothes together. “We need to get back.”
Eno groaned. “We have a lot to discuss.”