"You want cock, Templeton, all you need do is ask. Any will oblige you. No man amongst us will turn you down. Why aren't ye marked, that's the
question they all want answered."
Nathan eased Skye forward onto his knees, following close behind. The tip of his cock dipped at Skye's hole, pressing lightly against the tight ring
of muscle.
"I don't know," Skye gasped, wanting to feel the full length of that rigid tool of flesh buried inside him. His hands gripped the edge of the rub,
yearning to be fucked. Needing it. Bloody self-control be damned. He hadn't allowed himself to think about sex since leaving the general's house
on that foggy London morning so many weeks ago. And he needed this badly. "M-maybe he's waiting for some reason. Maybe he's not sure if he
wants me as part of his crew."
Nathan's knob passed through Skye's anal ring and seated inside him. But it wasn't enough. "You know I've the sight, lad. I'm sensing there's more
to it than that."
Skye's shoulders hunched forward and he flexed his hips back, trying to force more of the cock inside him. But Nathan's hands fastened at Skye's
hips held him fast.
"You'd have to ask him. Will you fuck me, dammit?"
"In good time, lad. All in good time. I've never been one to rush a good fuck. Particularly a hole that's tight as your'n. You ain't given yourself to
him yet, have you? He's been looking for something special a long time and I sense it in you. Take the helm, Templeton. You've the blood of
warriors, of commanders in your veins. Show him what you've got, that you can be what he needs. More than any of us."
He pushed deeper into Skye's hole. Skye caught his breath at the burning pleasure that surged through him. He wanted it all. He wanted to reach
down to grab his own prick, but the water was slippery and his grip on the edge of the tub was all that held him up.
"I'll not let you fall, Templeton. You won't drown on this ship." Skye heard Nathan chuckle behind him. "But you'll have to trust to do it, won't
you? Can you let go of the past to greet your destiny?"
Did he dare trust anyone on this ship? Especially if they found out who and what he was. Nathan dipped farther into Skye's channel. Skye's own
prick felt totally neglected as it bobbed beneath the surface of the water. Carefully, he unfurled one hand from the lip of the tub and reached down
to surround his throbbing erection.
It was in that instant that Nathan slid all the way home. "There you go. Just as it should be." He lodged deep and Skye could feel the weight of
Nathan's heavy balls against his flesh. And then his gaze widened as he felt the slap of a wet cloth against his back.
"W-what are you doing?" He'd never felt a man's dick as deeply as he did Nathan's. Fat, thick and hot, filling his rectum.
"Washing your back as I said I'd do. That is what you wanted, ain't it?"
He bowed over the edge of the tub, his hand fisting his length beneath the water and, as Nathan slowly soaped his back and drew the cloth
repeatedly along the length of his spine, Skye found the hand riding his prick matched the rhythm along his back.
This man, this cook on a vampirate ship, knew better how to seduce a man than anyone he'd encountered in his twenty-five years. Even the
general hadn't been such a master seducer as this man was. General Encantro was a man of battle, a true warrior, and liked it rough and hard, never
giving an inch. But wasn't each man on this ship unique in his own way?
"You've got a good strong back, Templeton. Broad shoulders to carry a heavy weight." The cloth traced along the breadth of Skye's shoulders.
"Aye, a fine one to be sure. Don't waste it, lad."
Skye felt his balls tighten as Nathan made one more pass up his spine and then he was shuddering as he spurted into the water. It was as though
all the tension, every speck poured from inside him.
Skye heard the splat of the cloth as it landed on the deck and the thump of the bar of soap. Nathan firmed his grip on his hips, adjusted him, and
then rode him. The friction of his heat surged through Skye, in and out, over and over again. And then long, deep strokes.
"Hard when you need it, soft and sweet when it's right. A fine, tight ass you have, lad."
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