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“Because the moment I saw you, I felt my beast within ease. A peace inside I forgot even existed. Your men did not give me this. Only you.”
Zercy smiled and scanned Alec’s chest. “You are a mess,” he rumbled softly. Alec blinked, then coughed a laugh. “Yeah, you’re not faring so well yourself.” Zercy’s eyes straight-up twinkled. “I do not know what you mean.” Glancing around, he grabbed a small swath of fur, one of many amidst his sea of cozy bedding. With one arm supporting him, he quickly wiped his chest and cock, then tossed it from their nest and looked at Alec. “See? I am not messy. Only you.”
“You soothe me,” the king murmured, sounding reflective. Somber. “The light in my black night. You are mine.” He pulled Alec closer. Pressed his nose against his ear. “My Alick,” he mumbled. He was falling asleep. “I hope those humans you wait for never come.”
“If you’re tired, then let me carry the weight.” Zercy frowned and glanced away, but Alec cupped his face, his hands barely covering the Kríe’s cheeks. “Listen to me,” he commanded in his captain’s voice, resuming eye contact. “My back is sturdy. My back is strong. Lean on me. Let me be your support.” “Alick…” Zercy groaned. “This is my burden to bear.” “Not alone. Not anymore.”
Zercy’s soft chuff brushed his skin. “My Alick missed me, too.” Alec nuzzled him back. “Yeah... It sucked.”
Zercy’s squeezed his ass possessively. “Mine,” he growled. Alec smiled, lips curving against his mouth. Couldn’t help it. He loved when Zercy went all dominant. And how that one four-letter word made him feel. Wanted. Desired. Treasured. Needed.
Alec took him in. His sculpted chest. His abs. That captivating birthmark. King? Hell, no. This Kríe was a motherfucking deity. “Alick,” Zercy murmured. “Your eyes on my body… It heats my blood. My loins. Makes me drunk.” Alec met his smoldering gaze. “I can’t help it. You’re beautiful. I could look at you forever.”
He couldn’t explain it. It didn’t make sense. But as he rode out his release, caged tight in the king’s arms, Zercy suddenly felt like Alec’s stars. Like Alec’s home.
Something dimmed in Zercy’s eyes. “I would like to be your home. If you left me, I would miss you more than they.”
Zercy eased onto his side and cupped the back of Alec’s head, then pressed his lips to Alec’s and murmured softly, “You have always been this to me. My shelter inside the storm. That quiet melodic music that soothes my beast.”
Zercy growled again, then nuzzled Alec’s face. “You are my heaven, Alick,” he rasped. “Not up in the sky amidst the stars. Not with Nira, nor with the gods … Mah. Buried in your heat, sharing your breath, your chest to mine… This,” he stated intently, “this is my heaven.”
“You are everything to me,” he rumbled. “I want you to know this. That I put you above all I hold dear. Nothing means more to me. Not my kingdom. Not my crown…” His hips started to move. His black lashes fluttered. “Not even life, or Nira herself. I live for you.”
A soft thrum curled in his throat. “I am your home,” he murmured roughly. “Just as you have become mine.” Alec nodded a little. “Hadn’t realized I’d been without one all this time. Always thought home was the stars. But even the stars can’t hold a candle to you.”
