Page 45 of Soren

“Fuck, yes,” Gabe sighed, moving forward to climb up on the bed.

And then Gabe was kissing him again.

Soren took control quickly this time, sucking on the human’s tongue savagely, giving in a little to the ferocity that lived ever-present inside him. Would Gabe protest? Ask Soren to be sweet again?

But his human only groaned in satisfaction, doing that addictive thing he did where he melted so easily under Soren’s ministrations. Gabe’s thick, hard cock was pressed against Soren’s, his body weight bearing down in a way that should have left Soren panicked but instead left him feeling just so goddamn good.

Soren whimpered as a slick digit probed at his entrance urgently. Gabe pushed the tip inside, and Soren sighed in satisfaction at the stretch—Gabe’s fingers were so much bigger than his own.

Gabe kissed his jaw, his ear, his neck. “Open up for me, baby.”

Christ. Soren was getting addicted to thatbaby.

One finger turned to two, to three, and then Soren was grabbing at Gabe’s muscular ass, pulling him closer. “Fuck me, Highness. Now.”

Gabe smirked down at him as he lined the fat head of his cock up to Soren’s entrance. “How am I ‘Highness’ when you’re the one ordering me around?”

But Soren didn’t have to answer the silly question, because then Gabe was entering him in one smooth push, filling Soren up with that goddamn perfect cock.

“Yes,” Soren sighed, pushing up into that sensation. “More.”

He yelped in surprise when Gabe sat back onto his knees, using his hands on Soren’s ass to pull Soren’s lower body with him, until Soren’s upper back was pressed into the bed and his hips were high in the air. The action was smooth enough that Gabe’s cock never left his body, still inside him to the hilt. Soren clenched his hole around it, and Gabe moaned in response.

“You want to be the boss?” Gabe asked, his voice husky. “Fuck yourself onto me, baby.”

Hell yes. Soren could to that.

He planted his feet firmly on the bed, pushing up onto Gabe’s cock, watching with satisfaction as those golden eyes went to half-mast. Gabe was meeting him thrust for thrust but letting Soren set the pace. Again.

This human kept doing all the right things.

Soren’s breath caught as Gabe’s hands slid all over him, caressing his hips, his stomach, his chest—everywhere but Soren’s desperate and aching cock.

“So perfect,” Gabe murmured, running his thumbs over Soren’s nipples.

They were just words. But they sounded so fucking sincere. Was that why Soren’s chest ached to hear them? He thought he’d long ago given up on the idea of being perfect to anyone else. His only experience with another’s expectations for him had led to nothing but pain. But Gabe wasn’t thinking of some idealized version of Soren when he said those words—his human had seen every side of him tonight.

The monster. The rude brat. The coward.

And still the human seemed to want it all.

Soren panted. He suddenly wanted…something. Something different. Somethingreal. He didn’t want to keep his human at arm’s length anymore. Soren’s hips paused as an overwhelming sensation flooded over him.

Gabe’s heated gaze softened in concern. “Soren?” he questioned, stilling his own movements.

Soren wrapped one leg around Gabe’s hips, then the other, pulling the muscled human firmly on top of him. “Fuck me properly,” he ordered. Somehow it came out sounding like a plea.

Gabe smiled down at him, brushing a lock of Soren’s hair out of his eyes. The move was unbearably tender.

Soren should have hated it.

Then Gabe’s weight crashed fully down on him, and he did as Soren asked. He fucked him properly, setting a brutal pace that left Soren gasping as the human angled his thrusts in a way that hit Soren’s prostate repeatedly.

So goddamn good.

It had been so long since Soren had willingly let someone else take control. But he didn’t feel dominated. Gabe was gazing at him with what could easily be considered adoration in his eyes, even as he was pounding Soren with a force that might have left bruises had Soren been human. Every now and then, the phrase “so beautiful” escaped the human’s lips, in between groans.

“Yes,” Soren sighed. “More, Highness.More.”

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