He coaxed me further into his mouth. I felt his tongue massaging my cock, and the wet sucking noises his lips made. I arched my ass from the bed in an attempt to make him take even more of me, consume me, drown out everything until there was only pleasure. I closed my eyes and saw nothing, but felt everything.
“Faster,” I growled and dug my fingers into his skull, his hair sliding beneath my fingers.
He groaned his compliance at my demand, and sucked harder. He released my cock from his mouth to gasp for air. “Will you let me drink you as I did before?”
“You needn’t ask,” I answered as I strained my body towards his mouth.
It was if Seton were not a man, but a greedy creature. His words were no longer words, but sounds of an animal as his mouth reclaimed my cock. I was his. Though he asked, I realized I was under his spell and gave in to his demands if only to please him and have him continue his exquisite exploration of my body.
The moist ministrations of his mouth, the furious and teasing flick of his tongue, and the suction of his lips made it clear my cock was his instrument and I was to be played until completion. Seton was a consummate musician. I felt his skills and could only comply until the shuddering of my orgasm made me jerk with the frenzy of a crescendo.
“Fuck!” I cursed loudly as I unloaded what felt like a massive burden within myself. My flood could no longer be contained, my body sacrificed to this moment of complete climax. I felt Seton’s throat constrict as he swallowed, his hungry mouth wanting all of me. I clawed at his head, and even as I spilled my seed, I wrenched his mouth from my cock. I quickly leaned towards him and covered his mouth with mine. In his kiss was the true release.
When it was over, we lay entwined in each other’s arms. This was our love. A song written by a musician, the fabric woven by a tailor, performed by our bodies and hearts. One of his legs covered mine. My fingers drew shapes on his back and traveled along his side so he shivered with excitement. Sensing his arousal, I sought his cock.
He removed my hand from where it longed to stay. “When we are away from here,” he mumbled in my ear, and brought my hand to his lips. This denial only made the want stronger and intensified my need to leave this place.
I thought of us on another shore. “Am I running away?”
Seton’s head lay on my chest. “You are saving yourself, and your brother. It is impossible for either of you to stay.”
“I truly must leave the house my father built, the last place I saw my mother and everything within must stay?” I said this more to hear the words than to get a response.
Seton said nothing, but tightened his arms around me.
It was like this that we drifted into sleep.
Chapter 19
When I awoke, the world wore grey. Grey as a corpse, I thought as I rose from bed. For a minute, I panicked. Seton was not by my side. Had one of Duir’s men come and taken him during the night?
“Nonsense,” I muttered, but quickly dressed and descended the stairs to the kitchen. There Seton was helping Sylvain pack a large sack on the table. I saw that he wore the velvet cape.
Seton looked at me, smiled, but remained silent.
Sylvain, hearing my arrival, raised his head but said nothing. Durant rested on his shoulders.
“Our horse?” I asked, unable to think of anything to say but needing to hear sound.
Sylvain bowed his head. “I’ve already brought it to a new home, another blind man whose son will look after it for us.”
I knew this action pained him, for the horse truly belonged to him. I felt the weight of responsibility upon me. “I’m sorry, Sylvain.” Seeing his shoulders sag, I left the kitchen.
The shop was dark, lit only by the coming dawn. It was cold and dead. The life sucked up and away by circumstance. What an unkind world, I thought as I saw the velvet. It was not cold and dark, but lay as exotic and wondrous as always. It seemed as though it managed to draw the feeble cold light to itself and in doing this, held a magnetic sway to my spirit. I wanted it to come with us, I wanted to take it away from this place where it never belonged and make our clothes from it. Wouldn’t that be fine! I thought as I reached for it. Wouldn’t it have all been worth—
“Will you bring it?”
It was Seton who’d come upon me. I shook my head. “No. For a moment I thought of it, but now I know I cannot. It should stay here and perhaps I will come one day and collect it.”
“You will return. No king rules forever.” Seton went over to the window and surveyed the lake. “I remember sleeping under that tree, my heart pounding, and my head upside-down because of you.”
“You were drunk,” I replied and we both laughed. “It seems so long ago and yet it was only days.”
“Much has happened since. Time seems longer when it is full.”
“Will you be this cryptic from now on, or can’t we leave the visions and mysteries to my brother?” I joked and was glad to hear him laugh.
Our mirth was cut short as the sound of an approaching carriage reminded us of the precariousness of our situation. I went to the door.
“Virago,” Sylvain called nervously.
“Both of you be quiet,” I ordered.
I opened the door to find Auberon dismounting from a carriage. As he strode towards me, I noticed a haggard appearance to his face and posture.
“Virago,” he called my name as though it pained him.
Seton came from behind, followed by Sylvain, so we all
