Page 68 of Tribute
“Try that.”
He grabbed the box and ripped open the seal. There was no scent from the white, milky substance. He forced himself to swallow it aware that Kai was watching him.
“Take another.”
It took quite a bit of his rapidly diminishing strength just to open the refrigerator door and take out a few of the drinks. He forced two more down. The quicker he regained his health, the sooner he could leave.
Three days later, Price reemerged from his bedroom, looking much better. As he cooked, Kai kept a wary eye on his charge, mentally cataloging how many weapons his ex-trainee could reach before Kai could stop him. In his experience, trainees got emotional, hysterical, or physical after dealing with theUngrich. He actually preferred the physical, and Price was definitely ripe for murder. If he could manage it, he’d divert Price’s rage into a more acceptable form of punishment and wait him out. The ragers had the best chance of surviving into the next phase. The worst were the ones who went quiet. He’d lost his previous trainee that way, and he still blamed himself.
He nodded as Price came closer. “Do you want something more substantial? I’m makingtrazburgers, and there’skvasin the ice box.”
“I don’t want anything from you.”
Kai put down his spatula and sighed. “Don’t be petulant. It doesn’t suit you.” He flinched as Price got right in his face, then met his angry blue gaze. “Back off.”
“Fuck you.”
This time he smiled. “I already told you, be my guest.”
Price crowded him back against the counter, his breathing uneven, one hand wrapped around Kai’s throat. Kai made no effort to move away, and angled his hips forward until his hard-on brushed the front of Price’s thin shorts.
With a curse, Price turned him around and slammed him facedown on the worktop, lowering Kai’s shorts as he did so. Kai groaned as his dick got wedged against the edge of the counter.
“I’ll fuck you, Mexr, I’ll . . .”
Price kicked his feet wide. Kai could’ve thrown him off but didn’t want to. A familiar pulse of lust worked through him.
“Gods,” he gasped as Price’s wet cock pressed against his unprepared ass. He remembered he was supposed to be struggling. “Get thegreezoff me!”
Price spat on his fingers and then applied the moisture to his cock, making his passage a little easier, but it still fucking hurt. Kai lifted his ass higher as Price hesitated.
“Are you too scared, soldier boy? Scared you can’t satisfy me?”
He yelped as Price bit his ear hard. “This isn’t about what you want. It’s about me fucking you in my own time and in my own way.”
“Then do it,” Kai breathed. “Make me beg.”
And he forgot all about teasing as Price pushed deep and fucked him good and hard, holding him pinned to the unyielding countertop until he climaxed and collapsed over Kai’s back. Within moments he pulled free, making Kai’s breath hiss out, and walked away.
As Kai slowly straightened, he heard the sound of the shower going on and knew Price was occupied for at least a few minutes. He leaned back against the counter and surveyed his throbbing dick. He’d wanted to come with Price, or ask Price to jack him off, but he hadn’t. Price was correct; this fucking wasn’t about him. It was a way to set his trainee free.
Experience had shown him that letting himself be used as a sexual object by his trainees made them less likely to kill him and more likely to feel as if they’d somehow beaten him. No one except Rehz and Palk had ever realized that their efforts to hurt him were his secret pleasure. Price would be disgusted if he knew what kind of sex Kai craved, that every time Kai begged he felt fulfilled . . .
He wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft and jerked hard three or four times until he came all over his hand and belly. He’d have much preferred Price to do it for him, but that was unlikely. A Tribute trainer wasn’t supposed to find his happy ever after with a trainee. He might admire Price and lust after his elegant body, but the feeling obviously wasn’t mutual. And at this point Price was far more likely to kill him than kiss him.
With a groan, he stepped out of his shorts, and headed for his own shower. Whatever happened next, he was fairly confident Price was going to survive, and that made it all worthwhile.
Aled stretched out on the couch and sipped hiskvasas the last runner for his home team came in to play. Fucking Kai had helped him mellow out a little. He glanced over at his trainer, who was also watching the game. Kai had just come out of the shower and wore nothing except a tight pair of white boxers thatcontrasted nicely with his dark, muscled torso. His hair was still damp, and little rivulets of water ran down over his chest and abs.
The boxers did nothing to hide the thickness of his cock and balls, the fabric clinging to them as if desperate to show Aled every contour. He returned his attention to the game. What thegreezwas he doing staring at Kai’s cock? His own shaft twitched. He wanted to fuck again. Correction: he wanted to fuck Kai Mexr again, wanted that arrogance and strength stretched out underneath him while he fucked his brains out.
Aled fingered the cold bottle and eyed Kai consideringly. Would he put up a fight? Had their previous encounter been just a sop to stop Aled from killing him? Somehow Kai had come to mean something to him. All he had to do was work out exactly what it was.
Kai looked over at him. “What?”
Aled stared at him as his own cock continued to grow. He finished hiskvasand, bottle still in hand, got up and went over to Kai’s seat. Kai went still, his muscles bunching, his gaze fixed on Aled’s face.
Aled rimmed the lip of hiskvasbottle with his thumb. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
