Cloak & Silence by Sherrilyn Kenyon Page A

“I’ve been like this since you called.”
    Ture’s eyebrow shot north.
    Turning to face him, Maris wrinkled his nose. “I have stamina the likes of which is legendary.” He pulled Ture’s shirt off then brushed his hand over his muscular chest. “And while you may be master of the kitchen, your skills pale in comparison to what I can do in a bedroom.”
    “By all means, let me see these skills of which you speak, my lord.” Ture gasped as Maris picked him up and carried him as if he weighed nothing. While Ture wasn’t weak by any means, Maris’s strength was inhuman.
    Literally.
    Ture guided him to the bedroom. When he started to turn on the lamp, Maris stopped him.
    “I work better in the dark.”
    Knowing how self-conscious Maris was about his physical scars, Ture pulled his hand back. “Next time, I want light and I think I’m highly offended that you just called this work.”
    Deep laughter rang rumbled in his ear as Maris laid him on the bed. “Fine then, I pleasure better in the dark.”
    “That still doesn’t sound right.”
    “Yes, well, I can use my tongue for speaking to you, or for...”
    Ture gasped as Maris teased his nipple. Chills spread the length of his body as he hardened to the point of pain. “By all means, don’t let me interfere with that .”
    Another warm laugh thrilled him as Maris made a slow, deliberate and hot trail from his nipple to his abdomen. He expelled a deep breath as Maris tongued his navel while he masterfully undid Ture’s pants. Lifting his hips, he allowed Maris to slide them off along with his shoes and socks.
    Then, Maris suckled his toes. His eyes rolled back in his head as pleasure assaulted him. He’d had no idea how good that could feel. Maris ran his fingers and tongue around and between each digit then to the arch of his foot.
    No wonder Anachelle had looked so pleased while Maris massaged her feet. It was incredible.
    Maris nipped Ture’s heel with his teeth, then slowly worked his way up Ture’s muscular legs. The scent of his skin filled his head, making him drunker than any wine. Since the moment Maris had first seen him, he’d been dying for this. Any man who could have humor while under fire...
    Not to mention, the loyalty he’d given Zarya.
    His heart pounding, Maris brushed his hand against Ture’s cock and delighted in the pleasure he saw on Ture’s face. Unlike a human, Phrixians could see as well in total darkness as they could in broad daylight— a courtesy of being amphibious. Since light couldn’t penetrate to the depths of the water where many of them lived, they’d developed that ability long ago.
    He nipped at Ture’s hipbone while Ture buried his hand in his hair and massaged his scalp. It felt so good to be touched again. So good to be with someone he could respect.
    Starving for the intimacy, he brushed his lips over Ture’s tip then drew him slowly into his mouth.
    Ture cried out as Maris swallowed him whole. He shook all over at the sensation of Maris’s breath and tongue on his body. Never had anyone been so thorough with him. Maris hadn’t been exaggerating his skills in the least. It was as if Maris took his pleasure from giving it to others.
    Careful and slow so as not to hurt him, Ture thrust his hips against Maris’s head while Maris’s hands skimmed his body, heightening every lick.
    Ture wanted to stay like this, to savor it for as long as he could, but true to Maris’s boasting... He couldn’t last. Maris wrung too much pleasure from Ture’s body. All too soon, he came in an explosion of pure ecstasy.
    And still Maris tasted him. He didn’t flinch or pull back. Not until he’d sucked every last bit of pleasure from him.
    Panting and weak, Ture lay there with his head spinning. “That was amazing.”
    Maris didn’t speak as he slowly kissed his way up Ture’s stomach until he reached his nipple again. He seemed to have a fondness for that. His tongue swirled around it while Maris lifted Ture’s hips.