Page 67 of The Prince's Sacrifice

“You love it,” Pel told him confidently.

All Tor could do was smile helplessly at the man because he really, really did, even when Pel was being a total tease. He’d set up an obnoxiously slow rhythm, rising up and then sinking down just fast enough to make Tor crave more.

Pel had to stop three more times when Tor forgot all his good intentions. Pel wouldn’t even let him grab Pel’s cock, which was bobbing between them and could clearly do with some more stimulation.

“Nuh uh,” Pel sing-songed. “You’reresting.”

Tor gritted his teeth and glared at the other man, even as he was filled with so much love and so much lust it felt like his heart was going to burst. He was never going to wind up in a magical coma ever again. And as soon as he was feeling better, he was going to fuck Pel into the floor!

Pel spent a lot of time grinning at him, but he finally seemed to decide that Tor had suffered enough. He drove himself down with increasing speed, the hitches in his breathing telling Tor that he was hitting his sweet spot as he did so. Tor gazed avidly at the way Pel’s eyelids fluttered and pleasure washed over his face. It was almost better than the pleasure that was coiling through Tor, making his gut clench and his balls draw up.

Tor wanted this to go on forever, and he wasn’t sure he could take another second of it.

“Come for me,” Pel demanded, clenching around Tor.

Tor was helpless to do anything but obey, his orgasm ripping through him as he bit back a cry. Pel was coming a moment later,his cock spurting between them and painting Tor’s belly and chest with his come. Tor made a very satisfied noise.

Pel had planned everything, apparently, because in addition to the oil they’d used, he’d brought a cloth for cleanup.

Reluctantly, they pulled their clothes back on. Though it was likely safe, neither of them wanted to be woken for an emergency and still have their cocks hanging out.

They curled up together after Tor exasperatedly confirmed that Pel pillowing his head on Tor’s shoulder wasn’t going toinjure him. Seriously. But he couldn’t help but smile, because it was so obvious in everything he did how much Pel cared. Tor had never had that in a romantic partner before. He hadn’t realized what he’d been missing.

(Pel was obviously the answer. He’d been missing Pel.)

Sleepy languor stole over him like it had just been waiting for him to have an orgasm, and he fell asleep before he could tell Pel how amazing he was.

Pel

Tor was still sound asleep when Pel woke, so as much as Pel would have liked to fit in another round of sex, he left the man to sleep instead, pulled on his shirt, and sneaked out of the tent. (Honestly, if Tor hadn’t still been recovering, there was no way Pel could have managed it, especially because he made a numberof sounds of pain as he escaped. It turned out that hours of rowing when you weren’t used to doing that was painful.)

Beluna was the one on watch now. It was still early, but the sun was just beginning to lighten the sky, and they’d need to get moving soon.

“How was the night?” Pel asked, trying to carefully stretch out some of the tension in his arms and shoulders.

She waggled her eyebrows. “How was yours?”

Pel rolled his eyes. “I meant the watch, but it was quite lovely, thank you.”

He was pretty sure that his ears were going red, but it wasn’t like everyone hadn’t known what was happening.

She grinned. “Yeah, it was lovely for me, too. He’s very big everywhere, in case you were wondering.”

Pel made a face. “I really wasn’t.”

She laughed merrily, and Pel couldn’t help but smile back. At least they’d all wound up in good moods.

Pel shook out his hands.

“Does the rowing get any easier?”

She made a face, and he took that to mean that she was as sore as he was. Well, it needed to be done, so there was no use complaining.

“I’m going to get breakfast started,” Pel said, “and then we can wake Tor—er, Rinil—and the others and get going.”

She nodded.

Pel woke Tor once breakfast was ready, and Beluna roused Denil and Cavun. They all professed thanks for the meal, though they looked a little bit doubtful at the oatmeal and reheated sausages that had more burnt bits than were ideal.