I Swore to Kill the Prince I Guard novel · Chapter 2 of 24
Chapter 2: Mine
Evander kills the man who comes for the prince, furious that anyone else would, and the prince pulls him into a kiss against the wall; the hook is that the third attempt this month never touched the guard who wants him dead.
Evander was off the bed and across the room before the door finished opening.
A man slid through the gap in black wool, a short blade held low.
He saw the prince in the bed and never saw the knight.
That was his mistake.
Evander took him by the wrist and the collar and drove him into the wall so hard the plaster cracked.
The blade rang on the floor.
The man got a knee up and hit Evander in the ribs, and he was good, a trained killer who knew where to hit.
Evander was bigger.
He locked his arm across the man's throat and leaned, and the man clawed at his sleeve, and one word filled Evander's head.
No.
Not you.
This was Evander's kill to make, and he had not even made it yet.
The man's heels drummed the stone twice and stopped.
Evander let him down and stood over him, breathing.
The shaking came up through his arms so hard that he had to put his fist against the wall.
"Sir Evander," said Florian behind him.
Evander turned around.
The prince had sat up against the pillows with the plum robe open over his chest.
One hand was pressed flat to the small cut on his throat.
He wasn't afraid.
He looked at Evander with sharp, fascinated curiosity.
"You could have let him do it," Florian said.
"You'd have had a clean excuse, and the Chancellor would have wept for you."
"No," said Evander.
"No one else."
It came out before he could stop it, and he heard what it meant.
"Nobody else touches you," he said, and his voice cracked.
"I swore it would be me.
"Eight years I swore it would be me."
Florian slid his legs over the side of the bed.
He crossed the cold floor barefoot and stepped over the dead man.
He stopped in front of Evander and had to tip his head back a long way.
"You're bleeding," he said.
Evander's lip was split, and he hadn't felt it.
Florian's thumb touched the corner of his mouth, and Evander's whole body went tight.
"Tell me you hate me," said the prince, very quietly.
"I do."
"Again."
"I hate you," said Evander.
His hands closed on the prince's waist, lifted him off his feet, and set his back against the bedpost.
Florian laughed, a breathless, delighted sound.
Evander kissed him.
It wasn't really a kiss.
It was his mouth on the prince's, hard, with Florian's arms going around his neck and the taste of blood in both of them.
Florian kissed him back with desperate hunger.
He bit Evander's split lip, and Evander groaned into his mouth.
The prince's fingers slid up into the cropped hair and held on.
"Down," Florian said against his lips.
Evander didn't understand.
"Kneel, Sir Evander."
The voice had changed.
It was still soft, but there was iron under it now.
Evander looked at him.
Florian looked back, flushed to the collar, his face bare of its spectacles.
He was a prince in a nightrobe giving an order to a man who could break him in half.
Evander's knees went before his head did.
He knelt on the stone with his hands on the prince's hips and felt him tremble through the velvet.
"Say it," said Florian.
"Say what?"
"What you want."
Nobody had asked Evander that in eight years.
"I want your cock in my mouth," he said, and his face burned.
"Good," said Florian.
"Then take me."
He pushed the robe aside himself, baring his hard, leaking cock.
Evander had imagined this at night on his cot with a pillow over his face.
The real thing was better.
He took the prince's cock in his hand, and Florian gasped.
Evander lowered his mouth to him, sucking the slick head past his lips and taking him down slowly, because he wanted all of him.
Florian swore and his hips jerked, fucking into his mouth, and Evander let them.
He held the back of the prince's thigh and kept him there, flattening his tongue along the underside of the shaft, and the sound Florian made went through his whole body.
"Like that," Florian said.
"Don't stop.
"You're so good at this.
"Look at me."
Evander looked up with his mouth full of him.
The prince's face was wrecked and wicked, lips parted, hair falling in his eyes.
He watched the big knight on his knees with something close to wonder.
"There," he said.
"Good knight.
"My knight."
The word went through Evander.
He knelt in a dead man's blood, in his steel and wool, his own cock aching so hard in his breeches it hurt, and he did not care.
Florian tugged his hair, and Evander sucked him faster, taking him to the root.
"Evander," the prince gasped, "I'm going to cum."
Evander did not pull away.
Florian came with a broken cry, pulsing hot cum over Evander's tongue, and Evander swallowed all of it.
The prince folded over him, shaking, with his forehead against Evander's hair.
Evander rested his cheek on the prince's thigh and breathed.
Then Florian hauled him up by the collar and put him against the bedpost where he himself had been.
The prince dropped to his knees on the cold floor and opened Evander's breeches, freeing his heavy, hard cock.
"Your Highness," said Evander, stupidly.
"Be quiet," said Florian, "and let me suck you."
The prince's hand closed around his shaft, and Evander nearly blacked out.
Florian looked up at him through his lashes.
"Tell me when."
"I won't."
"You will.
"Look at you, so hard for a man you swore to kill."
Then his mouth closed wet and hot over Evander's cock, and Evander made a sound he would have been ashamed of in any other room.
Florian sucked him deeper than Evander thought he could, hollowing his cheeks with his hands braced on Evander's thighs.
Evander's fingers dug into the soft hair as his hips jerked forward.
He came hard down Florian's throat with the prince's name in his mouth, spilling every drop of cum into him.
Florian kissed his hip and sat back on his heels.
The dead man lay a yard away, and neither of them seemed to mind.
Florian wiped his mouth on his wrist and began to laugh, quietly, his shoulders shaking.
"What is it?" Evander asked.
"That was the third attempt this month."
Evander went cold in the middle of the warmth.
"I never told anyone about the first two.
"Both times you were off duty, and both times I got lucky.
"Do you understand?"
He looked up at Evander, still flushed, still on his knees.
"You're the only person in this palace I'm sure isn't behind them."
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