“It’ll probably go away on its own,” he said, glancing back at Warrehn again.
The king finally looked at him over Ayda’s shoulder, and their eyes met. Warrehn frowned, accepting his black mantle from a servant and shrugging it on, his eyes still on Samir.
Samir’s stomach clenched.
“Samir?”
Dragging his gaze away, Samir looked back at his mother.
She had a wrinkle between her brows as she glanced at Warrehn and then at him.
“Yes, Mother?” Samir said, feeling a surge of discomfort. He felt as if she’d caught him doing something wrong.
“Nothing, darling,” she said after a moment, steering him away.
Quashing the urge to look back at Warrehn again, Samir followed his mother into the palace.
It was good to be home.
Hopefully everything would be back to normal soon.
Chapter 13
The chime of Warrehn’s communicator didn’t even register at first, all of Samir’s senses focused on the cock pounding into him fast. He was moaning quietly as Warrehn grunted on top of him, the massive cock in him pumping in and out of his hole with obscene, slippery sounds. So good. So perfect.
The communicator chimed again.
“Don’t you dare,” Samir said, grabbing Warrehn’s hips and urging him to keep moving.
Warrehn groaned and kept thrusting, but he also reached for his communicator and pressed the accept button, putting the call on speaker. “Yes?” he grunted by Samir’s ear, breathing hard. Samir could feel that he was very close, and the thought elicited a sharp wave of arousal through his body. He wanted Warrehn’s seed, wanted to be full of it.
“War, I spoke to Idhron about removing the mind traps in Dalatteya’s mind so we could read her mind,” someone said. The voice was familiar—it was Warrehn’s friend, Rohan—but Samir could barely register the meaning as he arched his body and pushed back on the thick cock inside him. Fuck, so damn good. After more than a month of this, he still couldn’t get enough.
Warrehn grunted. “And?” he said, thrusting into Samir steadily.
“Idhron said I was wrong: he wasn’t the one who placed those mind traps, so he can’t remove them. They existed in her mind long before Idhron started brainwashing her.”
Warrehn went still. “What?”
Samir whined, wrapping his legs around Warrehn’s hips and digging his heels in. He wanted more. Why had Warrehn stopped?
“Move,” Samir demanded, uncaring of the significance of the conversation. He knew he should care—a distant part of him told him to pay attention—but it was hard to pay attention when all he wanted was to be filled up and screwed into the mattress. “Come on,” he said, trying to push back onto the cock in him. “Need you.”
Warrehn shuddered, his eyes becoming unfocused with animal want again. He resumed moving, hard and fast.
Samir moaned in approval.
“What the hell—are you seriously fucking him while you’re talking to me? Never mind. Call me later.”
Warrehn grunted, his glassy eyes still fixed on Samir’s naked body, on Samir’s hard, leaking cock nearly touching his stomach, before moving to the place their bodies were connected. He stared at his own cock thrusting in and out of Samir’s hole with a strange sort of fascination before looking back at Samir’s pleasure-drunk face. “Fuck, look how much you love this…” He shook his head dazedly. “I hate this goddamn drug,” he muttered, his voice low and absent, his large hand stroking Samir’s pale thigh reverently.
Making an affirmative noise, Samir looped his arms around Warrehn’s neck and pulled him down, wanting his mouth on him. Warrehn obliged him, kissing down his neck, and sucking hickeys there.
This was fairly new for them. Samir wasn’t sure why they’d started doing more than sticking Warrehn’s cock into his hole, but it felt good, so what difference did it make?
Warrehn sucked hard on his neck, Samir’s entire body singing with satisfaction that got sharper and better with every powerful thrust. Warrehn pinched his nipple, and Samir moaned and came. His orgasm caught him completely off-guard, just a bigger wave of pleasure that made him feel like he was floating. He rode it with hitched, blissed-out sighs, stroking Warrehn’s hard buttocks and back as the other man came inside him.
“So good,” he mumbled.
Warrehn’s mouth trailed up his neck, his stubble scratching his smooth skin. Samir smiled, rubbing his nose against Warrehn’s prickly cheek.
Suddenly, Warrehn’s entire body went rigid. He rolled off Samir with a curse and reached for his communicator. “Rohan,” he barked out, completely ignoring Samir now. “What did you say about Dalatteya? If the adepts of the High Hronthar didn’t put those traps in her mind, who did?”
Samir frowned and sat up, too. The pleasure-induced fog in his head was gone now, and he suddenly recalled what Rohan had said during his call.
Someone else had messed with his mother’s mind—someone who wasn’t part of the High Hronthar.
“We aren’t sure,” Rohan said. “I still don’t exactly trust Idhron, but Eridan made him promise that he was telling the truth this time. Personally, I’m inclined to believe him. He has no reason to lie about it.”