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I’m way up in the clouds at this point. I don’t even know if I’m articulating every noise that’s being forced from my body, but he seems to be hitting all my feel-good spots as if he’s the resident reflexologist. I’m lying here like a sack of potatoes, and I couldn’t care less. He has the hands of a god, massaging every sore spot and taking my body to outer space.
Skyler works in silence, running his hands down my calves until he reaches my feet, giving them a thorough caress, too. His thumbs dig into my soles, and I nearly weep at the relief it brings me.
This is pure, relaxing bliss. And I’ve never felt anything like it.
“Okay. Enough moping.” He pops my butt, startling me. “Up.”
I groan, wishing I could lie here and be caressed by Skyler forever. “You just started,” I mumble into the pillow. I need his hands to continue their exploration of my body. My insides are burning for him, and I might combust if he doesn’t keep touching me.
I’ve never been this horny in my life.
“Well, if you come to my room, I think I can cheer you up even more.”
My head pops up of its own accord, and Skyler’s smirk grows into a full, dimpled smile. I sit up and accept the outstretched hand, letting him pull me to my unsteady feet. My eyes are wide as I stumble into him, our mouths centimeters apart.
“Kiss me.” His words are a plea, a promise, and a challenge all in one. I freeze, unable to fully comprehend what’s happening right now.
Skyler backs me into the wall, brushing the sweat-dampened hair out of my face. “I want you to.” His eyes are slumberous,heavy-lidded with desire and a tinge of exhaustion. There’s a provocative edge to his gaze, daring me to finally make a move.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
SKYLER
Ander’s eyes light up, glowing like polished amethyst after I dare him to kiss me. Blood rushes to my cock at the challenge, and when he leans forward, I think I might sink to my knees. He presses his mouth to mine, softly at first, and then we merge. His tongue is in my mouth, his breath is in my lungs, and his sweet, flowery scent fills my head with everythingOleander.
My magic zaps and zings, electrifying our kiss and adding to the eroticism of the moment.To the danger. I suck on his tongue, needing to get closer to him. I crave him deeply, questioning who I am or who I ever was. I’m lost to everything that he is, addicted and desperate for more.
I pull back, panting heavily as I scan his handsome face. The lavender vines spidering across his skin slowly disappear, replaced with a raw, primal need shining in his lust-fueled gaze.
He’s staring into my soul and seeing our future. I’machingfor him, the buildup a sweet torture. After a brief moment, the prince pounces on me, trailing warm, tender kisses across my cheek and down my neck. He sucks the skin there, surely leaving a mark, but I don’t care. He can bite me all he wants.
My cock strains against the front of my jeans, and I’m dying to release it, but I don’t. I’ve never messed around with a guy, and I’m pretty sure Oleander’s never messed around,period.
He returns to my lips, biting and nipping, kissing me with such passion that I might nearly come from making out alone. He pulls back, eyes heavy-lidded and lips kiss-swollen. They’re parted with lust as we stare at each other like predators who’ve captured their prey.
His erection grazes mine, and we both gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. It snaps Ander out of his trance, and he immediately tenses up, retreating back into his shell. “I-I need a shower and a nap before my next class. Combat was intense.”
“Yeah,” I agree, backing away slowly until I’m in the doorway of my room, acting like I wasn’t moments away from coming in my pants. “Will I see you tonight? For dinner? I’m starting to dig this vegetarian lifestyle.” It’s the truth. I’ve never tasted anything like Ander’s cooking, and I’m a lucky man to have the privilege of enjoying it.
“Is that your way of asking me to cook for you again?” His lip curls up on one side, and I know he’s teasing me.
“I can beg if you need me to. I’d like to beg for a few other things from you, actually.”
We stand in silence, letting my provocative words seep in.
I wantsomuch from him—his loyalty, his friendship, hisrune. But first, I want his body.
A blush creeps into his cheeks, the embarrassment making his lavender eyes flare. “No need to beg. I’ll happily cook for you, Sky.”
I chew on my bottom lip, swollen from his kisses. “Looking forward to it.” We don’t break eye contact until I close my bedroom door. I immediately head for the bathroom, in desperate need of a shower and a jerk-off session.
I turn the faucet to hot, letting it heat up before I step into the old clawfoot tub. The warm water rushes over me, and I wrap my hand around my cock, closing my eyes and imagining Oleander on his knees, sucking me off while the water cascades over us. My balls draw up quickly as my dirty mind wanders, picturing him choking on my cock as he takes me deep. I immediately come, the vision ending abruptly.
Fuck. I need that in real life.
I grab the sponge and bottle of homemade body wash, cleaning up quickly. Bergamot and citrus permeate the thick steam, and I breathe deeply, clearing my head of the fog of lust hovering there. I have time to take a short nap after this, but then I should probably stop by the headmaster’s office before my next class, Freshman Orientation. I’m not looking forward to either task, but it won't be long before I get to see Oleander again and enjoy his company. I try not to think about how much it’s going to hurt us both when I leave.
I drag my feet into the headmaster’s office, thankful that Ember wasn’t there to annoy me. The metal curtain is already open, and I plop down unceremoniously in front of Headmaster Goulding. His wrinkled, old hands are steepled together, and he stares intently at my every move, analyzing me like some sort of ancient god.
