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Chapter Two
Silas Quint licked cum from his fingers.
Perhaps this damnable boat trip wouldn't be so bad after all.
That American had been downright delectable. Proud and arrogant, yes. But weren't they all? He had expected to frighten the man, not turn him on. Oh, but that had been lovely, that hard cock, his unhindered moans. And the way he had responded--not passive at all, despite being utterly at Silas's mercy. Wonderful. He'd been tempted to drag the man back to his cabin, see what else that hot mouth would suck on.
He'd nearly given the American his name too, started the dance that would lead to more encounters. But no. A distraction like that could get him killed. Hunting the soulless was hard enough.
Tracking them down and fighting them in the middle of the ocean would use up every last bit of energy he had. Indulging in lust was a luxury he couldn't afford.
Eight soulless, the Messengers had said.
Eight.
Juno's tits.
Why couldn't they have sent one of the water fae on this journey? There were no damn trees in the middle of the ocean, no fields. Oh, there were potted plants here and there, little good they would do him. He needed true greenery. Meadows as lush as that American's eyes.
Now there was a body he wouldn't mind plowing a dozen or so times. Silas pulled out his key card, unlocked his door, and pushed it open.
Auburn hair, tight muscles. Sloppy clothes. Silas preferred neat and trim. Still, he'd enjoy peeling an ill-fitting suit off that man all the same.
Would that hecouldindulge himself. He was still hard from his little bout of inventiveness in the hallway. The American had come so fast, squirmed so wonderfully under Silas's hands.
He tossed the key card on the side table.
Sunlight streamed in through the panel of windows.
Good.
It would be some hours before it touched below that horribly wet horizon. He still had time to eat. And take care of his own erection.
Peeling his sticky and sweet-smelling clothes off was not at all pleasant. He dropped them to the floor of the bathroom and stepped into the shower.
Warm water washed the scent of rum, fruit, and coconut from his skin. Perhaps he should have brought the American back here to see if the man was truly willing to lick his body free of the drinks so carelessly spilled there. The American certainly had a talented enough tongue.
Silas wrapped his hand about his cock and stroked. How would it look to see the American's proud mouth stretched around his shaft? To feel his tongue running over his glans, have those hands on his ass as Silas slid in and out between those lips?
Gods, how he wanted to find out. His soap-slicked hand was a poor substitute for the velvet heat of a willing mouth. Still, sweet tension slid into Silas's belly and balls.
He leaned back against the wall of the shower and imagined what the American's moans would sound like when he slid his entire length down that throat. Warmth like the heat of the summer sun radiated out from his core, down his arms and legs, and his shaft hardened even more. He certainly could envision tangling his fingers in the American's soft hair. Holding that auburn head still while he shot his cum down the man's throat.
Silas's balls tightened, and he came hard into his hand, gasping a low moan of his own.
Water cascaded against him for a bit before he straightened and set about washing himself off.
The afterglow of orgasm relaxed him but didn't free his mind from thoughts of the American. He still envisioned those grass-green eyes looking up, that mouth quirked into a smile, a dribble of cum sliding down the man's chin. Though Silas's cock flagged, liquid sunlight pooled in his belly. He needed more.
Silas shut the water off abruptly. No, what he needed was to stop thinking about the American.
The soulless would take no pity on him, give him no quarter. It was only his sword and his wits against eight.
He stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and paced out of the bathroom. Mooning over some damn human wouldn't keep him sharp.
Fooling about with one always drained him of elemental power. He could not afford that right now.
