Page 62 of The Shadowbound King

“That’s it,” Andrin rasped, his voice thick with satisfaction. He pulled his finger from Rane’s passage, sucked it into his mouth, and drove it back inside. With his free hand, he delivered a hard slap to Rane’s ass. “Talk to me. Such a tight pussy.” AsRane’s buttocks continued twitching, Andrin gave another dark growl. “There you go. Sweet little hole has a lot to say.”

Rane gave another wild, breathless cry. Andrin pumped his finger harder. He continued the spanking, raising fiery marks on Rane’s trembling backside.

Fire snaked through my veins. I clung to the edge of the bale, my ears burning as hot as my face.

Both men groaned. More shadows rolled from Andrin to Rane. Slick sounds filled the air as Andrin continued pumping his finger into Rane’s ass.

“Now, sire,” Rane begged. “Please.”

The ropes dropped him lower, and he hung suspended in front of Andrin’s groin. Panting heavily, Andrin ripped his trousers open and freed his straining erection. He licked his palm and gave himself a couple of cursory pumps before lining up with Rane’s entrance and pushing inside.

Rane grimaced, his hands clenched around his elbows. As Andrin grasped his hips and sank deeper, Rane gave a cry that was part pleasure and part pain.

“More,” he moaned, hanging his head so his hair swept toward the ground. Another string of fluid dangled from the slit in his cock.

Andrin let a stream of saliva fall from his lips. The moisture landed heavily on his cock where he entered Rane, and both men groaned loudly as Andrin pushed all the way inside. Seizing the ropes around Rane’s waist, he began to thrust.

Rane’s moan echoed off the stable’s walls. His cock dripped as his body followed the movement of Andrin’s hips.

The shadows flowing off Andrin came faster, until they were flying away from him and streaking into Rane’s mouth. The stable brightened, and I realized the shadows on the windows were gone.

Andrin fucked Rane harder, slowing only to dribble more saliva on Rane’s cleft before resuming his brutal thrusts. The fleshy slap of his hips against Rane’s ass punctuated the men’s moans and growls. The sex grew feral and more frenzied. Saliva glistened around Andrin’s cock and Rane’s taut opening. More saliva trailed down his dusky sack, which bounced as he absorbed Andrin’s thrusts.

Andrin gripped Rane’s shoulders and plowed him, his red hair flying and his hips snapping. Rane strained against the ropes, digging his fingers into the skin around his elbows as if he tried to anchor himself to something. Sweat and sex thickened the air. Magic built, but it was nothing I recognized. No, this was darker and older.

Dangerous, my senses whispered.

“Fuck!” Rane bellowed, going rigid in the ropes. Semen spurted from his cock, thick streams of it lashing the ground.

Andrin’s growl rumbled up the hay bales. He threw his head back, his eyes bleary with lust.

And they were as blue as the sky visible through the windows. “Rane,” he croaked. “I’m coming.” He yanked Rane into him as he slammed home a final time, his big body trembling.

Rane cried out, another milky rope shooting from his cock. They shuddered, panting and sweating, their ragged breaths loud in the sudden stillness.

After a moment, Andrin pulled free of Rane’s body. In an impressive display of strength, he hauled Rane into his arms as the ropes binding Rane twisted into shadow. The inky strands flowed up Andrin’s arms and seeped into his shirt. Gently, he set Rane on his feet and turned him so they stood chest to chest. Shadows coiled around Andrin’s throat before sinking into his skin.

Rane sagged against him with his forehead pressed to Andrin’s shoulder. The marks on his body had faded, and now the pink stripes were barely visible.

But Andrin didn’t appear to realize they were healing. He traced their path with his fingertips, finding the welts and soothing them over and over.

After a moment, Rane lifted his head. He stepped from Andrin’s arms, his demeanor shifting rapidly to the haughty prickliness I was accustomed to. “I’m fine,” he said.

Andrin reached for him. “You’re certain?”

“Yes.” Rane slapped Andrin’s hand away. “Why thefuckwere you in the Edelfen?”

Andrin’s mouth tightened. “I wasn’t.”

“Then why?—?”

“We’ll discuss it later,” Andrin said. Abruptly, he turned and looked directly at me.

I gasped, my body going hot and then cold.

Andrin’s blue gaze was steady. “I believe Lord Rane told you to run.”

Oh gods. He’d known I hid on top of the hay bales. He’d known from the beginning. Shifting my attention to Rane, I encountered the same uncompromising stare.

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