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His strokes shifted to shorter, faster, until finally he plunged forward, spurting deep inside Skye's channel. "Aye, that's the way fucking should be, Templeton, that's the way." He skirted his hands along Skye's arms, soothing and stroking. He massaged his shoulders, then reached around to caress Skye's prick. "You belong here, Templeton. And when you've finally come to terms with the truth, the rest will all fall into place." It was with a sense of keen abandonment he felt Nathan ease his cock from inside him. Shortly thereafter he felt Nathan step from the tub. Skye closed his eyes and slumped forward against the tub's edge. For the first time in his life he felt weary and blissful all at the same time. * * * * It was several hours later as the stars began to disappear from the sky that Captain Lucienne made his first appearance of the night on the lower deck. Nathan sat on an overturned bucket in a circle of mates as they listened to a yarn spun by Onyx. They'd just finished making several toasts to Gordon, and Skye was feeling particularly relaxed. Most of the crew had dressed, at least in clean loose fitting, shortened slop breeches. Naked, muscular chests and bare feet seemed to be the norm. Skye sat cross-legged on the deck in front of Nathan as the sailor braided Skye's hair, blending in some of the crimson and gold thread he wore in his own braids. The captain's presence was felt by all before any of them even realized he was on deck. It was the huge white tiger at his side that Skye saw first, like a ghostly apparition. At first he thought it was because of all the rum he'd drank. And then he realized what he was seeing and he tensed as curling anticipation tightened in his groin. Skye's attention went from the tiger to the man, so elegantly appointed in black satin breeches, gold- embroidered waistcoat, and long black velvet frockcoat edged in cranberry and gold embroidery. He was a man who exuded dark authority. The lethal stark white tiger, eyes of glowing red, seemed a fitting familiar for the predatory yet elegant vampire. Jupiter accompanied him, his gaze taking in the state of the ship and the crew as the two men walked toward the gathering of the men. Donté came to a halt and his focused, black gaze settled on Skye. For long moments there was complete silence as the two men dueled silently. Donté's gaze seemed to take in the familiarity of Skye's position in front of Nathan. Skye felt Nathan's soothing presence as he stroked a hand over Skye's braided locks, easing some of the tension twisting inside Skye. Skye set his jaw and glared back at Donté, unwilling to give quarter to the dynamic captain. Skye's focus drifted downward to Donté's lips, remembering their taste. Longing surged inside him like a knife twisted in his gut. It took all his self-control not to rise from his position on the deck and join Donté, offering his blood, his body, or anything Donté wanted. Stretched, tense moments passed and then Donté's gaze shifted away as he looked over the men seated in the circle. Skye felt like a puppet whose strings had been cut, and he dropped forward. Donté turned aside and said something quietly to Jupiter and then spun around and walked away without a word, quickly blending into the deep darkness of the night. A ghostly flicker of the white tiger was finally swallowed into the murky shadows of the ship. Jupiter tapped two sailors on the shoulder who sat across from Skye. They quickly rose to their feet, a look of pride and lusty hunger filling their expressions as they followed Jupiter in the wake of the captain. "Your pride will lose you the prize, Templeton, if you're not careful. Open your heart, boy, and see what's inside. Be true to yourself and don't cling to the thirst for revenge. See the truth." Skye wanted to deny Nathan's words, but something inside him refused to yield. When the first mists of dawn broke over the water, those that weren't called to duty sought out sleep. Skye shucked his clothes and climbed into a vacant hammock. It wasn't long before, for the first time, another sailor joined him. It was Liam, the master carpenter, who cuddled close, his long, lean body stretched tightly against Skye. Silently, hands stroked and fondled, lips kissed and caressed, murmurs of pleasure reverberated throughout the stifling, hot atmosphere of the sailors' sleeping quarters. [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] |
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