Page 93 of Prince of Ruin

“Aden,” he says in a husky voice. Then he leans down and covers my mouth with his.

His kiss is rough and possessive as his tongue slips into my mouth, exploring me like a man who’s gone too long without a lover. Tarsus’ grip is still tight around my waist as Clavicle pushes into me, pressing my back into Tarsus’ solid form with his body as he devours my mouth. Reaching up, I press my hands against the solid muscles of his chest, visible beneath the deep V of his black robes. I can feel Tarsus’ erection on my back as they watch us make out. I’m fully receptive to Clavicle as I open my lips, allowing him access to my mouth.

Something is so familiar about him, his taste, his smell, the way his chest feels beneath my fingertips. Yet, there’s something so incredibly foreign about him. He’s more confident. More in control. A vessel just barely strong enough to contain all the power he exudes. He’s larger than life and far more terrifying than he ever was before.

He pulls away and studies me again, his breaths ragged as if that simple kiss made him complete unhinged. He’s slightly more scary without his glasses on,but when he smiles that lopsided grin, I know Clav is still in there. Tears burn my eyes, and I reach up and caress his cheek.

“Is it…you?”” I ask, my voice hoarse as I fight back tears. Because the thought of Clav being gone for good would destroy me.

He covers my hand with his own. “It’s me, Aden.Allof me.”

A tear skips down my cheek, and I wrap my arms around his narrow waist, pulling him in for a fierce hug. It’s only then that Tarsus finally releases their iron hold from around my waist, seeming to sense that I’m safe. It’s strange holding Clavicle in my arms now. His body feels foreign in my arms with how tall he is, how muscled his torso feels as I tighten my arms around him. He holds me close, rests his chin on my head as he strokes my back.

When I returned to the human realms to find Sovereign Clavicle and bring him home, I didn’t expect to fall for him. I didn’t expect this story to have a happy ending. But my heart is so full right now.

So. Incredibly. Full.

Tarsus, however…they treated Clav poorly. And now Clavicle could be here for revenge. I step back, allowing them to face each other. Clavicle is already staring at Tarsus, as if assessing them.

“Tarsus,” Clavicle says. He takes a step toward Tarsus, but Tarsus takes a larger step back. I have never seen my fae lover so afraid. They’re brave and powerful and nothing scares them. But their antlers, once large and intimidating, look small compared toClavicle’s. The power sweeping off Tarsus’ body is nothing but a wisp of pale smoke compared to the whirlwind of power coming off Clavicle. “Will you…forgive me?” Clavicle asks.

Tarsus blinks, opens their mouth to respond, and promptly shuts it. “I, um. What?”

Clavicle takes another step toward them until Tarsus’ back is flush against the wall. The fae sovereign presses his palms flat against the wall on either side of Tarsus’ face and leans in until both their antlers click together.

“I said ‘will you forgive me?’ For all the pain I caused you. For ruining your life. For betraying your love. For all of it. I am…so sorry, Tarsus.”

The knot in Tarsus’ throat bobs as they swallow. They straighten, realizing Clavicle isn’t here for revenge.

“I’ll forgive you,” they say, “if you forgive me for the way I treated you when you were my prisoner. It was not right of me to lock you up, nor to order you to my chambers that night and…do the things I did to you.”

Clavicle’s lips tug into a rugged grin. “As if I didn’t enjoy every bit of that last part.”

Pink touches Tarsus’ cheeks. Clavicle studies their lips, biting his own as he does so. Then he leans in and covers Tarsus’ mouth with his own. These two—I never thought I’d see them together like this, but warmth floods my chest as I watch them kiss.

And my heart squeezes, because ever since I met Clav, ever since I knew he was innocent, I longed to see this reunion between them. Tarsus never got over Clavicle. There was always a part of them missing. I could sense it from the day we met. The heartache, the longing. And now, for the first time since I met him, my Tarsus is whole again. Tarsus rarely smiles, but they’re smiling now, a big grin splitting across their face that makes fresh tears spring to my eyes. Gods, I’m so hormonal.

“To the bed,” Clavicle orders, looking between us. “Both of you.”

A thrill courses through me, and I do as I’m told.

“On your hands and knees, human.”

I don’t know why, but this powerful sovereign before me calling mehumanis so base that it nearly makes me orgasm right there. Obediently, I crawl onto my hands and knees while he removes his robes, leaving his marble-white, muscled form on display for me to admire. Clavicle tugs my trousers down, baring my ass, and he smacks it. I flinch and moan at the same time.Fuck.

“I’m going to penetrate you with my fat, fae cock, Aden,” he says. “Where do you want it?”

“In my center,” I say huskily.

He growls in response, and I feel his cock prod my entrance. It’s definitely,definitelybigger than his human cock, even larger than Tarsus’ cock, though I didn’t know that was possible. I flinch as he slowly slides in. He has to push a little harder as I stretch to acclimate to his size, but he’s gentle, watching my body language.

He pulls out, then slowly moves in deeper, forcing me to get used to him. His fingers find my clit, and he rubs it in slow, agonizing circles that makes me wet enough for him to slide in more easily. Slowly, he slides in and out, going deeper each time until our fluids have lubed us both up enough to make him slide in and out more easily.

“Tarsus,” he says, his voice raw. “I want you inside me.”

I blink in surprise. I’ve never been a part of a gay train, but holy shit, it’s been on my to-do list for awhile now. I hear Tarsus moan, and look across the room at the wall-length mirror to see them grip Clavicle’s shoulder with one hand while guiding their dick into Clavicle’s ass with their other hand. They’re both naked now, both of them powerful gods with muscled lean bodies, silky hair, and antlers stretching toward the ceiling. Tarsus is a few inches shorter than Clavicle, their long white hair falling in blankets over their shoulders as they thrust their hips forward, intoClavicle’s waiting ass. I feel Clavicle’s dick swell inside me from the movement as he growl in pleasure.

“Fuuuuuck,” he moans. Slowly, he builds up his rhythm inside me, his fingers expertly playing with my clit, while Tarsus fucks him from behind.

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