Page 27 of His Summer Prince

Wren’s smile turned sly. “You should’ve seen Lord Aranin’s storage chamber. It was full of it. He must be fucking that elf husband of his five times a day if he’s going through that much.” So Wren had stolen the vial.

“Perhaps the elf is fucking him.”

Wren’s lips twisted in delight. Lord James Aranin was a slender man, his husband a strapping elf knight. “Perhaps you’re right.”

He popped the cork off the vial and poured a little oil onto his fingers. Elior tracked his every move. He’d used faerie oil a few times when he’d been alone, enjoying its special properties.

Elior shivered when Wren pressed his slick fingers to his root, then dragged them up his cock, spreading the oil. Its heat came swiftly and without mercy. Elior’s insides clenched. Wren touching him so intimately was turning his world upside down. Elior keened as Wren’s hand slid across his bulging glans. It was dark with arousal and pulsed pitifully under the quick brush that set his nerve endings alight. The heat was followed by a pleasurable rush of tingles that raced up Elior’s cock, prickling his crown. Goosebumps spread over his arms, and his balls grew tight.

Wren poured more into the palm of his hand and gavehimself a quick stroke before liberally spreading the rest on Elior’s erection. They both quaked as the oil’s heat flared, sensations bouncing between them. Wren clasped Elior’s cock, and he couldn’t help but shove himself into that firm, wet hold.

Elior cried out as he dove into paradise, Wren’s hand closing over the center of his lust, applying just the right amount of pressure. He arched and threw his head back, muscles straining.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Wren’s reverent tone washed over him, and his blush deepened. Wren had always loved him, though Elior hadn’t known how much he adored his body. Humans found him beautiful, Elior was used to that, but Wren enjoying his appearance made him unreasonably happy. He yearned to please him. If Wren’s eyes wanted to feast on his naked, writhing body, Elior would gladly let him.

Wren teased him with featherlight caresses that made him sweat and buck. Fingertips ran up and down his cock, leaving him twitching and moaning.

Elior regarded Wren through lowered lashes, saw his slightly parted lips, his hard, flexing abdomen, his wet and leaking cock. Fuck. Wren, too, was a feast. One he couldn’t wait to gorge himself on.

Those deft, questing fingers found his frenulum. Elior whimpered as Wren played with that little fold of skin, bumping his fingertips across it before pressing down with his thumb, massaging it.

A string of helpless little noises spilled from Elior’s lips. Touching himself didn’t compare to what Wren did. Love flowed between them, holding Elior in an embrace of affection as he shook under Wren’s ministrations. Wren thoroughly worked the faerie oil into his frenulum. Heat flared, drawing all of Elior’s attention to that small, needy place.

On the back of Wren’s hand, the golden wedding mark gleamed in the light of the chandelier as he relentlesslytantalized Elior. Liquid arousal pooled in Elior’s slit, a shiny pearl that grew thicker with each stroke until it spilled over and ran into the path of Wren’s thumb. He swiped it up and used it to further lubricate his tender, slippery massage.

A thought crossed Elior’s mind. “Is this how you like to touch yourself?”

The pink rushing into Wren’s cheeks was an answer in itself. “Yes.” He swallowed. “I sense it on my cock when I rub you like this.”

“Feels good?”

Pink graduated to red. “Yes.”

Elior bit his lip. “Come here. Grab us both. It’ll feel even better.”

With bated breath, Wren lowered onto Elior. Their lips met, Elior putting all his adoration into it, letting Wren know how much he meant. Then their oiled cocks met, and Elior couldn’t think. Wren took them in hand, and Elior groaned. He had ground against Wren before, but not like this. Not nude and slick, nothing separating them.

Rough noises broke out of Wren, sweat beading on his brow. He gritted his teeth, something wild and animalistic flashing in his eyes as he stared at Elior. His gaze flicked to their joint cocks and a smirk curled his lips.

“You have the fae prince right where you want him, don’t you?” Elior asked.

“Oh, yes.” Wren’s voice was firm.

He gave them a lazy stroke. Elior grunted, his dick tingling with faerie oil. Wren repeated the motion, and the sensation turned sizzling, heat and desire mixing into an irresistible concoction.

He fell into a slow back and forth, rubbing them together, the oil making for a slippery slide. Elior couldn’t help the moans flying out of him. Wren’s cock, gorgeous and wet, was rubbingup against his own, a sight so dizzying, Elior didn’t know up from down. He could only groan and pant through it, pleasure gathering deep in his loins. Warm and tight, Wren’s soul wrapped around his, dousing him in waves ofwantandneedandmore.

“You,” Wren pressed out between harsh breaths. “It’s always been you. Only you.”

Elior reached out with his entire being, diving right into Wren’s core, finding nothing but light as bright as the sun. He laid himself bare, letting a lifetime of love rise to the surface. The mental embrace tightened until Elior lost all sense of where he ended and Wren began. “I’ve never been this close to anyone.”

“I feel your soul so deep inside of mine.” The words rushed out of Wren, awe plain on his face, eyes glazed over. His strokes sped up, leaving Elior a squirming, shaking mess on the sheets. “God, I love it so much when I make you lose control. No one else will ever get to touch you like this.”

Elior wrapped his arms around Wren’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Their mouths slotted together like they were made for one another, lips brushing and tongues meeting in a soft kiss that contrasted Wren’s increasingly frantic strokes. Moaning against Wren’s mouth, Elior thrust into his fist, shuddering.

“Yes,” Wren mumbled, “take what you need. Take everything from me. It’s all yours.”

Elior rutted against him, eyelids fluttering as he bathed in unadulterated bliss. “Your cock feels so good.”

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