Page 73 of Prince of Ruin

Clav

Later that night, I lie in the plus king-sized bed, my fingers cold and my heart pounding.

I can’t believe I agreed to meet with Mother Terra. As if some cruel fae goddess who hates humans would listen to me. But when I saw the look on Marcus’ face—the panic, the dread, the horror—and when I realized that everything he built with his partner and his three goblin children would be going up in flames when the volcano exploded, I knew I had to do something other than sit back and watch, or worse, run back to the human realms.

Everyone thinks I’ll have some sway with Mother Terra. And I guess it’s better to try and find out, than to live the rest of my life knowing I might have saved all these people, and was too much of a coward to try.

For Marcus and his family, for Tarsus and all I did to them, and ultimately, for Aden, so he doesn’thave to be the one to leap into the pit of the volcano, I will risk my life to speak to Mother Terra.

A knock sounds at the door, and I sit up, releasing a breath when it’s only Aden who steps in. Tarsus steps in behind Aden, and my heart starts thundering in my chest. Like me, Aden is shirtless, wearing nothing more than a pair of sweatpants. Tarsus has their usual violet robes wrapped around them, their silky white hair pulled over one shoulder.

“What’s going on?” I ask, looking between them.

The way Aden’s lips twitch into a small smile sets me at ease, but Tarsus’ brooding scowl keeps me from feeling completely safe.

“We don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow,” Aden says. He pulls his hand out from behind his back, revealing a pair of chain cuffs. “I decided we’d live out one of your fantasies.”

My heart skitters. The playful look in Aden’s eyes immediately makes my cock hard, but the way Tarsus is glaring at me makes me tense. I’m really not sure what’s going on.

“Turn around,” Aden orders. God, I love it when he takes control like this. Standing in front of him, I obey, allowing him to jerk my hands behind my back and snap the shackles around my wrists. There’s not much give to them, and I briefly wonder why the fuck I just let him do that.

“Just like that, huh?” Tarsus asks, a sneer on their face. “You just let Aden shackle you like a dog?”

Turning back around to face them, I look between them, still completely unsure what this meeting is about, then offer my signature half-smile. “He’s incredibly persuasive. Have you ever been able to tell himno?”

Tarsus blinks in surprise, then they lift their chin and look away. “I’m not sure this is a good idea, Aden.”

“But look.” Aden steps behind me and wraps his arms around my waist in a hug. He’s shorter than me by several inches, and peeks out from behind my back as he drags the fingers of one hand down my bare chest, over my naval, and slowly, further down. My breath hitches when he reaches the hem of my shorts and dips his fingers in, where they wrap around my cock. My breath hitches. “He’s already hard for you, Tarsus.”

What the actual fuck is happening right now?

“Want me to go lower, babe?” Aden asks, and I nod, jutting my hips forward, seeking that friction.

He cups my balls, and I throw my head back, releasing an embarrassing moan.

“See, Tarsus?” Aden asks. “He wants it just as bad as we do. Don’t you, Clav? Tell Tarsus how badly you want this. How you have fantasies about being fucked by both of us while in chains.”

Oh,shit. So that’s what this is about. For a half-second I almost regret confessing that fantasy to Aden. I crack my eyes open to find Tarsus glaring at me, all guards fully in place and not a hint of emotion to be found in those silver eyes, save for the typical loathing they have for me.

Aden moves his hands back up to my aching cock and gives it a good stroke, and I legit almost cum right there.

“Did you know it was your birthday today?” Aden asks. “Your human birthday.”

Huh? I totally forgot it was my birthday, what, with all the chaos going on since I collided into this world.But…he’s right. I left the human realms five days before my birthday.

“You’ve been human for exactly twenty-three years, love. How does it feel?” He trails his other hand beneath my shorts, down my ass, and wedge their finger into my crack while stroking my cock, and I fuckingswear. My eyes fall closed and I sink into the blissful sensation as his finger wedges into my hole, and a garbled flow of words leaves my lips.

“Come on, Tarsus,” Aden says. “Put it on.”

I open my glazed eyes in time to see Tarsus pull a…party hat?… out of the pocket of their silk robes. It’s pink and yellow with shiny blue streamers shooting out of the top, and saysBirthday Boyin big blue letters on the cone. Stepping toward me, Tarsus sets the hat onmy head, then slips the cheap elastic string under my chin.

For the second time. What the fuck is happening right now?

Their knuckles graze my neck, and my breath hitches. When they see my reaction, they let their fingers linger on my throat and take a step closer until their standing mere inches from me, their scent filling the space between us. Their gaze is hooded and hungry as they stand in front of me, looking down at me with glazed eyes while Aden continues stroking my cock in agonizing pumps.

This is too much. All of it. Aden’s body pressed behind me while they pump me, Tarsus looking at me like they want to fuck me and choke me at the same time. As if reading my mind, Aden removes his hand from my cock and slips it up to my throat where he gently wraps his fingers around my neck. He removes his other hand from my ass and grips the shackles, pulling them taut until I’m forced to lean back against his solid form. Tarsus moves his fingers to the back of my neck while Aden caresses my jaw with his thumb, and forces me to look up at them.

“One thing you should know about Tarsus,” Aden murmurs, “is that they are the most elite pillow princess you’ll ever meet.”

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