Page 14 of Prince of Ruin

My mouth drops open as I inhale a sharp breath. What a fucking cock-tease. I love it.

“Tarsus can be overprotective sometimes,” he says as I fall into step beside him. “But they know I’m polyamorous, and they’re okay with me meeting other people.”

“And this Tarsus isn’t going to kill me if I touch you?”

His eyes widen. “I can’t promise you that.”

Then he laughs and elbows me, and I honestly don’t know if he’s lying or teasing, but right now I don’t really care. Because his laugh is fucking adorable, and his presence is calming, and his smile makes my dick hard. There’s nowhere I would rather be right now than in the Bone Bed & Breakfast, boning with Aden, before bed and breakfast. I mean, I don’t usually go home with a guy I just met, but Aden is just passing through, and somehow that makes this a whole lot more exciting and…safe.

Because if he’s leaving this weekend, there won’t be a chance for me to get my heart broken by himin the long run.

Aden

When I step into my room at the Bone Bed & Breakfast, I barely have a leash on my need. If I had a dick, it would be bulging against my jeans right now, begging for a release. I haven’t gotten off, even with my own hand, in longer than I care to admit. Between the battle that went on at the flanks of the volcano last week, and then finding out I have to bring Sovereign Clavicle back to fix everything Mother Terra threatened to destroy, I haven’t exactly been relaxed enough to shake one out, and Tarsus and I haven’t really been on cuddle terms since I insisted on bringing his step-brother-turned-lover-turned-enemy home.

“Fireball?” I ask Clav, crossing the room to my backpack.

“Fuck yeah.”

I toss him one, then open my own and down it in a few gulps. The burn makes me wince.

“I’m tested regularly,” he says, tossing his own empty bottle aside.

“Me too.”

I’m so horny right now. I’ve legit gone way too long without sex, and my body is craving it. Clav is standing across the room all nerdy and adorable while he fidgets on his feet, his pink hair ruffled from the autumn wind and that sexy ass shirt unbuttoned low on his chest beneath that pressed vest. There is nothing about him that screams “villainous fae overlord”. Tarsus would tell me it’s a part of his act, to look as innocent as he does now. If that’s the case, he deserves a fucking Academy Award.

“I don’t usually do one-night-stands,” I say.

His teeth scrape along his lower lip, and I can’t help but imagine what those lips would look like on my strap-on cock.

“Me neither,” he says, his voice hoarse. Considering we just spent the entire afternoon together, he seems nervous, which makes me want him all the more. He’s not the cocky alpha-hole I expected to find. He’s not cold and belittling, either. He’s nothing like what I expected at all.

I slowly walk across the room toward where he leans against the closed door, stopping when I’m inches before him. He’s a few inches taller than me, but not much more than that. Pressing his shoulders back against the door, I lean up to kiss him. His eyes fall closed, and he leans forward slightly, but I pullback. His eyes open and he glares at me through narrowed slits.

“You are such a cocktease, you know that?”

“Just want you to know who’s in control.” Then I lean forward and press my lips against his. It’s a short kiss. Sweet. A taste.Ataste. He tastes like—

“Is that cotton candy bubblegum?” I ask against his lips.

He tenses. “Mm-hm.”

Fuck. My stomach drops ten stories because holy shit he’s adorable. “You’re so gay.”

“Fuck yeah.”

I can’t stop the smile from growing on my face as I lean up and kiss him again. Slowly, at first, then I work my tongue past the seam of his lips and tastehim. This feels far too intimate for a one-night stand. I feel like I’ve known him forever.

“Do you…want this?” I ask against his lips, my voice huskier than I anticipated.My fingers dig into his shoulders, and I have to remember to keep my grip gentle. But holy shit, I want him so badly right now.

“Yes.” He stares down at me with serious gray eyes, his hands by his side. “Truly.” He kisses one cheek. “Madly.” He kisses the other cheek. “Deeply.” His hands find my hips now, gently holding me there as his mouth finds mine, our tongues gently caressing each other as we explore one another, and my body ignites.

But as we kiss, his words ring a bell inside my mind, and I pull away momentarily, studying him closely. “Didn’t know you were into Savage Garden.” The band isn’t exactly our generation. When I met Tarsus, I let them my phone and they scoured my Spotify, listening to every goddamn song in existence. The music that they fell in love with? Savage Garden. They still listen to every album on repeat.

So, what are the odds that this human before me, who used to be Tarsus’ lover, knows the words to one of Savage Garden’s song by heart? Coincidence? I don’t know. But trepidation tiptoes down my spine all the same.

“You sure you don’t remember Tarsus?”

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