Page 51 of Prince of Ruin

I sink onto the bed beside him. “I’m sorry we didn’t take better care of you. I was…I was so…confused, and—”

“You had every right to fear me.”

My mouth clamps shut at the look in his eyes when they meet mine.

He shoves his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his knuckle. “You trusted me, and I betrayed that trust when I lost my shit.” He looks at his fists curled on his lap. “I’m generally a nice guy. I don’t know why I lost it like that. All I saw was red. Like I was…possessed.”

I lick my lower lip. “Maybe you were.”

He blinks back at me. “What do you mean?”

“I wonder if it has something to do with your…fae self. Maybe he’s still in there somewhere, trying to claw his way out.”

Clav stares at me, as if I cracked some code. As if I brought up something he’s suspected all along. His throat convulses in a swallow, and he nods. “That’s exactly what it felt like.”

I take his slender fingers in mine, and search his eyes. Here’s the boy I met at the library, the man I watched jousting with while sharing a turkey leg at the Ren Faire. He made me smile, made me feel that belly-laughing-joy that even Tarsus fails to deliver most days. Tarsus makes me feel safe and valued. Tarsus puts me on a pedestal behind a pane of glass where no one can touch me or hurt me.I adore Tarsus.

But Clav is raw. His foot is bouncing on the floor from nervousness or his obvious ADHD, maybe both, and his bottom lip is pinched between his teeth, and all I want to do is kiss him. There’s an energy between us that’s palpable and rabid. This feeling I have with him is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Like a high school crush. It’s not full of lust and power plays like it is with Wolf, it’s not from the prey/predator kink I get from Ash, and it’s not like the awe I feel every time I stand in front of Tarsus.

This is something more…human. Something I never thought I’d be into, but goddamn, I’m into it.

“Clav,” I whisper hoarsely as I lean in closer. “Clav, I—”

As if reading my mind, Clav leans in until our mouths crash together. Kissing another human…it feels awkward compared to kissing fae and vampires. But there’s something organic about it, and it’s refreshing. Clav drinks me in like he needs me in order to live. Clav is rough, touching me like I’m made of skin and bone, and not glass.

Pressing his hand to my chest, he roughly shoves me back and crawls over me. The unexpected force only serves to make me want him more. His towel slips off his hips, revealing his dick, which is already long and hard for me. I wrap my hands around his length and give it a good tug, bringing a gruff moan out of him that fills my stomach with butterflies.

He begins peeling my shirt up, like he needs to see all of me, and I let him. He tosses it across the room and stares down at me with a hungry gaze, like I’m a treasure he’s been waiting his whole life to find. Leaning down, he kisses one scar upon my chest, then the other, and I shudder beneath him as warmth floods every vein, every nerve.

It’s nice being a world that doesn’t care if you’re trans, but that also means they don’t understand the magnitude of top surgery, the courage it takes to lean into who you truly are when the world refuses to see you that way. The way Clav is honoring my scars right now, the way he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful boy he’s ever beheld…it makes my throat close.

Gods, I need him so badly. His mouth finds mine again, and he dry humps my stomach with his cock while his fingers work their way between us until they find my clit, stroking it in lazy circles until I’m positive I’m going to go mad if he doesn’t get inside me like right now.

“Put it in,” I whisper against his lips.

He pulls away, searches my eyes. “Are you sure? Last time—”

“Last time, I pushed you to your limit with my constant questions to which you had no answers. Last time, I didn’t stop pushing when you asked me to.” I grab his dick and guide it toward my center. “I won’t make that mistake again, Clav.” I lift my head, brushing my lips over his chin. “I want it, if you want it.”

He prods my opening, gently slipping it in, and groans when he sinks in to the hilt. I love the way he fills me. This booknerd, this fae king who could destroy me if he had his powers. I love everything about him. He must have put cologne on after his shower, because he smells fresh and divine.

He begins pumping into me, slowly filling me at first, like he thinks he needs to go slow because his dick is huge for a human. But then he must realize I’m already used to a massive fae dick, and he becomes more rough. Pretty soon, he’s fucking me hard andfast, like he’s chasing that explosion of pleasure that’s slowly building in both of us.

His mouth finds mine, his kiss raw and aggressive as his tongue explores my own. I’ve been fucking vampires and fae for so long, I forgot what it felt like to be fucked by a human. To have someone pour all their energy into the fucking, using every muscle in their body to thrust their cock inside me while sweat beads on their temple. To have someone who’s not worried about breaking me.

Our tongues explore each other’s mouths while sweat builds between us as we fuck. He drives his cock into me over and over until my insides tighten, threatening to combust. He’s grabbing both my wrists, pinning them on either side of my head while he uses them for leverage as I wrap my legs around his waist. And there’s something incredibly sexy about being pinned down by the Prince of Ruin who everyone is afraid of—even if I know he’s not the monster they think he is.

He sinks into me, deeper than before, and I feel him fill me while he thrusts two more deep, slow thrusts. The swell of his cock inside me as he unloads in my cunt is my undoing. Blinding pleasure swirls around me like a whirlwind while my core convulses around him, as if desperate to never lose this feeling, to never losehim.

His body collapses on top of mine, his cock softening inside me as he slips out. Rolling off me, he lies on his back beside me, his breaths coming fast and hard as he drags his hands down the length of his face.

“Holy fucking shit, Aden,” he says, turning his head to look at me. He links his fingers through mine. “You are by far the best fuck I’ve ever had. I can’t believe we found each other at the library.”

As if I wasn’t going to find him either way.

“Was it better than bat sex?” I ask, smiling weakly.

“Way better, babe.” His throat convulses in a hard swallow. “You’re both water and steel. Fluid, yet unmovable. Tough as nails, yet light as a feather. I know I can fuck you hard and you can take it, yet, you’re so gentle beneath me.”

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