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Lord Conrart Weller is a very popular man*.
Why shouldn’t he be? He’s good-looking, excellent with the sword, kind, considerate. Plus, that scar above his eye tells everyone who didn’t already know that the Lion of Lutternberg is not as tame as he lets on these days. And if there’s one good thing about being of mixed blood, it’s that racial boundaries don’t matter much to him. This is, after all, the man who once dated a maid-mer princess*.
But Lord Conrart Weller is also a gentleman, and gentlemen don’t pressure some matters on their girlfriends before marriage.
That’s why, even though the Captain has had loads of girlfriends, I believe that only I can call myself his lover.
Or, to use the field term, his fuck-buddy.
“Yozak…”
“Patience, Captain,” I laugh, though my voice comes out rather hoarse. Gentlemen are still men, after all, and all men have those needs. Like I once told His Majesty, sometimes soldiers had to take the opportunity whenever it came*. It’s something only soldiers understood, and just when I’d almost forgotten that the former Little Lord Brat, current new Prince Consort is a soldier too, he’d done us this great favor of putting us in the same cabin on his honeymoon cruise. “No one will disturb us here. We have all the time in the world.”
“Don’t say that, you’ll only jinx it.” He’s smiling, but the flecks of silver in his warm brown eyes are reflecting the feral desire in mine. Yep, the Lion of Luttenberg definitely hasn’t lost his touch.
Words don’t serve much of a purpose in the soldier way of doing things. It’s all about speed, efficiency, safety. The faster we get done what needs to be done, the sooner we can go back to focusing on our survival. It’s every soldier’s nightmare, getting caught in enemy fire with his pants down—or so I told His Majesty*. Well, I was joking, but it’s true that most of us don’t have the luxury of time, and even in these peaceful times, even though the Young Master had promised to create a world where we could take our time without worrying about life-and-death situations twenty-four-seven, old habits die hard. In no time at all we’re clawing away at each other’s clothes, our mouths lapping into one another hungrily, fiercely.
There is no tenderness, no foreplay. And definitely no love.
He feels hard against my stomach, and beneath the waves of pleasure and desire I feel a small stab of pity. How long has he last had this? Whenever His Majesty is around, Lord Weller dedicates all his time and effort to his charge’s safety. And ever since the young man discovered his feelings for Lord von Bielefelt were reciprocated after all, he’s been very reluctant to leave his fiancé—no, I correct myself, his newlywed husband.
It’s going to be hard to call the third son ‘Your Highness’ again from now on.
“Gurrier,” Conrad growls, bringing me back to reality. “Stop thinking. Start fucking.”
I sigh inwardly, but what comes out is a moan of pleasure when he grabs me roughly. As a matter of personal preference, I never do wear anything down there*. So it’s definitely not because the people I have sex with have no patience for even those tiny things the nobles favor so much.
The Captain has a more moderate taste in undergarments, but it’s nothing I can’t deal with. When it comes to clothing, he places quantity over quality anyway. He probably has a dozen pairs of clean underwear rolled up somewhere in his suitcase right now.
So I throw sophistication out the window and tear the fabric to shreds with my teeth.
“Someone was saying something about patience?” he chuckles, but his eyes are wild and dark. I wonder if, just like me, he is thinking of our first time, in an army regulation tent after our first real battle. We had killed and watch others be killed, and that night, the thought of being alone with our nightmares was scarier than death itself.
We were friends, brothers-in-arms. Comrades. And everything else be damned, comrades help each out.
I wrap my mouth around him, working his length methodically with my tongue. He’s completely stiff—after going so long without a decent fuck, a mouthjob won’t be enough to wind him down.
Well, lucky for him, I’m feeling rather charitable tonight.
“Your turn,” I say simply, leaning onto the wall for him. “And make it quick, because I hear someone at the door.”
“Yozak…”
“Do you wanna fuck me or not?” I drawl lazily. For someone who was so decisive on the battlefield, he tended to hesitate at the weirdest times during sex. Must come with being a gentleman. Thank goodness I’m not one. “If you refuse this time, who knows when that kid will slow down enough for you to catch your breath again? And I’m not doing this for free, y’know. Next time I top.”
It takes another few precious seconds, but eventually he takes me up on my offer, his touch unnecessarily gentle as he prepares me.
“Where’s the--”
“No need,” I hasten him, “Whoever’s outside, it sounds urgent. Unless of course you’ve picked up anything dangerous since the last time we went at it?”
“Yozak, you know I--”
“Yeah, well, neither have I. So I suggest you get it done before that guy outside rams the door down.” I pause. “Bet you five it’s your baby brother.”
“I’m not going to place a bet I know I’ll lose.” And then, finally, he shuts up and enters me.
He wastes no time cleaning up, washing himself down with the practiced moves of one used to bathing in streams or from wells. His spare uniform is waiting for him on the very top of his luggage bag, and within five minutes Lord Conrart Weller is back and ready for action.
“Not coming?” He cocks his eyebrow at me, the scar glowing white in the lamplight.
“Nah, nine per ten the person they want is you.” I curl into the covers contentedly. “If they need me, you can always give me a holler. If it’s you, Captain, you know I’ll at least consider.”
He smiles faintly, and before I have time be surprised, he brushes his lips across my forehead and quickly opens the door, blocking the visitor’s view of me with his body.
After just a moment’s confusion, I duck back into the blankets, though I can’t help but touch my head where his heat still lingers.
He’s… never done that before. I’m not sure what to think of it.
But why is it that I have such a bad feeling?