Page 49 of Crossbones
My fists clench and the rage takes over. I don’t have time to think about what I’m doing or why I’m doing it—I storm across the room.
I rip the man off Caspian and shove him away. “Get the fuck out,” I snarl.
The man is shocked, rightly so, I’m rather shocked myself, but I can’t stop these feelings raging through me.
No one should be touching him. No one—
What the fuck am I doing?
The man scrambles away and practically runs out the door. I steel myself, knowing I’ve just thrown myself boldly into the deep end and there’s no going back. I turn to find Caspian looking at me with a curious tilt of his head. The amusement I’d been searching for the past week is back in full force, and a devilish grin is on his face.
“I hope you plan to finish what he started, Captain,” Caspian says.
He’s still stroking himself and so help me God, I’d have better luck halting the tide than stopping my eyes from drifting down to his hand. The way he’s roughly jerking himself sends chills vibrating up my spine. My eyes jump back to his, a scowl on my face as I try to process my reaction to seeing him like this.
Caspian steps closer. I take a step back.
“Why are you here, James?” The use of my name catches me off guard. It might be the first time I’ve heard him say it, and I’m loath to admit the way it feels more intimate than maybe it should.
Why am I here?
Because no one should be touching him.
Caspian takes another step forward—this time I don’t step back. His eyes are blown with black, a predatory glint in them as he crowds me. He puts a hand on my cock over my pants.
“I think I know why you’re here,” he continues. I feel my cock twitch against his hand and so does he. It’s like fuel to the fire I see in his eyes. “You want to see what it feels like.”
The feral edge is screaming warnings at me so loudly my ears ring with them, but I can’t for the life of me step back. I’m captivated by his intensity, smoldering in the blue depths of his gaze. His fingers roughly work the ties of my pants loose.
“You want to know what it feels like to have a man touch you.” His voice is low and raspy and sends chills across my skin. My breath picks up in anticipation of what’s about to happen. I’m trying to keep it steady, to not show him what he’s doing to me but there’s no hiding it. My control is slipping—I grasp onto whatever shred of it I have left, trying to withstand this spell he has me under. This just went from heated undertones and questions to a roaring inferno of desire.
Caspian’s eyes lock on mine. He jerks my pants down just enough and slowly wraps his hand around me. I bite my tongue to stop the groan rising from the back of my throat. He’s studying every little expression as he grips me with a harshness that’s foreign to me, butoh so fucking good.
“You want to feel how different it is from a woman.”
Caspian strokes me from base to tip and a rumble escapes from my parted lips as I nearly pitch into him. He’s just the right amount of firm, his palms rough with calluses that only add to the pleasure. If I had the capacity to feel anything other than the electricity running through my veins, I might feel embarrassed by how hard I grow in his hand from hardly anything at all.
Caspian hums in approval and strokes me again, a vicious but heady look in his eyes. His thumb swipes up the precum leaking out of me and spreads it over my length. I choke on a groan and my eyes shutter, my stubborn nature refusing to let go yet.
“Your cock is so needy for a man’s touch,” Caspian purrs. I grit my teeth, eyes sharpening into a scowl as a growl escapes—
I’m not gay.
He huffs a laugh. “Or maybe just formytouch.”
His breath brushes my lips in a teasing caress. “Is that it, Captain?”
Caspian continues to stroke me until I’m painfully hard. I’m nearly panting, biting off a curse not just at his touch, but his filthy mouth.
“Have you touched yourself thinking of my hand wrapped around you?” His voice is a gravelly rasp in his throat. “Or—” His lips brush my jaw and he leans in to whisper in my ear. “Was it my mouth?”
He slowlysinks to his knees and all my flimsy illusions of control shatter.
The prince—on his knees. For me.
I’m so fucked.
Caspian looks up, a knowing gleam in his eyes. “Enjoy it, Captain, this is the only time you’ll see me kneeling.”
