Chapter 29

Kaine wokeup to a hand that wasn’t his wrapped around his already hard dick. Then there was a lick a moment before the head of his cock was engulfed by the wet heat of Quentin’s mouth. Not wanting to ruin the moment, he tried to pretend he was asleep, but Quentin was sharing exactly how much he enjoyed having Kaine’s cock in his mouth.

He also shared that he was aware Kaine was awake.

But if you want to keep faking, go for it.

Kaine was drowning in the physical sensation of Quentin’s tongue and lips and the mental sensation that made it seem as though he was sucking dick because in that moment, he was both Quentin and himself, and it was as confusing as it was exciting.

Quentin made a noise and took him deep. The head of Kaine’s cock nudged the back of his throat. He gripped the bedsheets as his balls tightened, and his cock throbbed. Then he slipped a little deeper. Quentin swallowed around him but couldn’t take all of him. He drew back slowly as if determined to make Kaine come.

And he was almost successful.

Kaine didn’t know if it was being woken up like that, or the sensory overload that was breaking him. But if he watched he’d be gone. He needed a second or two.

“Have you ever swallowed the entire length?” His words were a little breathy, and he hoped Quentin answered with words, not the bond.

“No.” Quentin’s hand stroked the spit-slick shaft. “But I’m happy to keep trying.” His tongue swiped over the slit and traced around the head.

Kaine groaned as Quentin’s mouth slid over the shaft. His hips bucked as flames formed on his skin.

Shit. He needed to get control of that.

Quentin hummed his approval as though he liked the flames. The vibration through his dick, coupled with Quentin’s delight, pushed him over the edge. Quentin gave him a final lick while Kaine tried to catch his breath. He was sure that he’d singed the bedsheets.

“Get up here, take your hand off your cock.”

Quentin gave a frustrated gasp but moved up to kiss him. That hadn’t been what Kaine wanted. He pushed the thought to Quentin. It was one thing to share sensations, but another desires. And while he could’ve spoken the words in his head or even aloud since they were testing things…

Quentin paused, his lips against Kaine’s and his tongue in his mouth. “I think I got that, but it’s gonna be embarrassing if I’m wrong.”

“You’re a mind reader, so read my mind.”

“I was concentrating on sharing with you using the bond rather than using my magic.”

“You can use them both at the same time. You will be able to, anyway.” He gave Quentin a little tug to get him moving, already anticipating the first taste of pre-cum.

Quentin moved to kneel over Kaine’s head.

Kaine ran his hands over Quentin’s thighs and slid down the bed a little. He licked along Quentin’s length, cleaning the spilled pre-cum off his skin. “Put your hands on the headboard.”

“Just so you know?—”

“I am aware you feel very exposed.” Kaine licked a couple of fingers and ran over Quentin’s hole to prove the point. “But I like being able to access everything.”

He licked Quentin’s balls and up his shaft, keeping his fingers where they were to tease his hole. It was his turn to overshare every sensation.

A bit of pre-cum slid from the slit. Kaine caught it with his tongue, then let his head drop back to the mattress, leaving no doubt what he wanted.

There was a moment of hesitation, but only a little as Quentin rolled his hips forward and his cock slid into Kaine’s waiting mouth. With one hand on his mate’s hip and the other brushing his hole, it was easy to control his thrusts and encourage him to go deeper each time.

And he made sure that Quentin felt everything.

Including the pressure as his dick slid into Kaine’s throat. He swallowed around him. And dragged him closer to take the last little bit.

Quentin jerked and came with a moan. And every swallow Kaine made caused him to groan again. When his lungs were burning, he pulled Quentin back enough that he could breathe, but he didn’t release him. He kept tormenting the head with his tongue.

It was only then Quentin responded with his own oversharing, as each sweep of his tongue became torture. Kaine’s dick throbbed from the shared oversensitivity, and he released his mate with a groan and lay there gasping for breath. Quentin didn’t move either. He leaned on the headboard as if he was unable to support himself.

“That was…” Kaine sighed.

“Yeah…” Quentin opened his eyes and stared at him. “Though, if we over share together. At the same time…”

“We’re both going to end up coming in under thirty seconds.”

“But you’re also going to get hard again much quicker.”

There was no hiding that.

“The lube is under my pillow.”

Kaine slithered out from beneath him and grabbed it, slicking his cock and then Quentin’s hole in a hurry. He was barely there when Quentin pushed back, and he sank in. He didn’t know who groaned, only that they both went still.

“It’s too much.” Or they weren’t used to it.

“Yeah,” Quentin closed his eyes. “I’m pulling back, but your dick is kind of distracting.”

So was Quentin’s ass, but Kaine also tried to pull back from the bond. He felt Quentin wrestling with his magic and the moment he got it under control because he was adrift and missing a part of himself. “Oh…”

He wanted it back, even though it was too much.

He rolled his hips slowly, half expecting to drown again, but there was only the tight heat of Quentin’s ass.

“I’m okay. Give me a bit of what you feel,” Quentin said.

Kaine released his grip on the bond, expecting something to flow back to him.

“Are you going to share?” He punctuated the sentence with shallow thrusts.

“Mmm. In a bit.” Quentin’s enjoyment was clear even without the bond, but Kaine wanted more.

He gripped Quentin’s hips and thrust harder. “Is this what you’re waiting for?”

“Yeah.” He arched his back and met every thrust. “God, I didn’t realize fucking someone felt so good.”

Kaine almost paused. “You’ve never topped?”

“No,” he gasped. And his ass clenched around him as if he was coming. It was then Quentin opened the bond, so Kaine was once again swept up in his mate’s pleasure and the feeling of fullness from being fucked, and the slight sting of his rim. It was delicious and something he wanted to experience.

His grip tightened, and he gave a couple more thrusts before letting go.

Quentin shuddered in his arms. “That…ohh.”

And he felt it too, how aware Quentin was of every small move, every sensation and the way he liked that there was nothing between them. That Kaine had come in him.

He wrapped his arms around him. Well aware there were flames on his skin but not trying to contain them. “If you ever want to…we could.”

He didn’t want Quentin to think it was off the table.

Quentin laughed. “You’re still sharing everything. And maybe…it’s not something I’ve thought about. Because I like this.”

“I do too, obviously.” There was definitely an art to keeping the bond open without sharing every thought and feeling and he did not have it. Not when they were together. Not yet anyway.

“That’s because of my magic. It made the mind-reading part happen faster. When I have more control, it will be easier for both of us.”

He ran his hands up Quentin’s chest and thumbed his nipples, enjoying the way he squirmed.

“If you keep going, I’ll think you want more.”

It was tempting to stay in bed, in his quarters, but the rest of the world was waiting. And he was needed. “I’d promise to meet you for lunch, but I can’t.”

Quentin lifted his head and glanced over his shoulder. “Dinner. Here, or…?”

“Here, for the moment. Take Jacob or Orion if you go home to pack. Frederick is yours, as needed. He knows this.”

Quentin put his hand over Kaine’s, stopping it from moving. “But I don’t know how to contact him. You haven’t given me what I need to stand on my own. I don’t even have your phone number.”

“I’m not used to sharing that information.” And it hadn’t occurred to him. “I will arrange a secure phone today, and I’ll make sure you have that information. You are going to need to tell me what you need.”

“A shower would be a good start…breakfast…the code and key to your rooms…”

Kaine slapped him on the ass and pulled out. “Okay, point taken. I will get that taken care of.”

His phone rang. Gerrit.

“Get the shower going. I’ll be there in a minute.” He picked up his phone and watched Quentin as he crawled over the bed and walked toward the bathroom. “What is it?”

“Everest is gone.”

“What do you mean, gone? Did someone let him out?” Which guard had he fucked?

“I’ve watched the camera footage. He got the dampening cuffs off and flew out.”

“Are you shitting me? Where did he go?”

“He stopped by his rooms as there is a scorch mark on the balcony, and then he left via a secret exit. If you’re out of bed, come and see for yourself.”

“Why didn’t you call sooner?”

“Because he had already been gone for eight hours when I realized. Another two weren’t going to matter.”

Quentin stood in the bathroom doorway, face pale. The shower ran in the background.

Kaine raked his fingers through his hair. “He’s going after Olier and what’s left of the Shadow Board.”

“His mind is a time bomb that will kill him. We could lose him.” Gerrit sounded like a worried father, not a betrayed king.

“How do we find a man who remembers a thousand lives and who doesn’t want to be found?”

“You find Olier first,” Quentin said, as if that would be as easy as finding lube under a pillow.

Gerrit sighed. “You read Everest’s books and find out who he really is.”