Page 73 of The Wolf's Prince
His gaze met Soren's.
“My friend, I nominate you to lead us.”
“I second your nomination,” Anzu said at once.
“Very well. Are there any other nominations?”
Silence rang through the mountainside.
Swallowing, Nikolai glanced in the direction of the prisoners. They were sitting together to the side, their chains had been hooked to nails in the stone. Kamon sat rigid, his jaw clenched and eyes blazing with fury, glinting blue in the waning light of the day like the hottest fire.
“As there are no other nominations,” Botan went on, turning a hard gaze in Kamon's direction. “Are there any challengers?”
“Me,” Kamon said at once, pushing to his feet.
He glared down at Soren, his body rigid with tension, like he was ready to tear through Soren's flesh right there and then.
Not again, Nikolai thought. He hated how much Soren had been scraped and cut up and injured since his initial arrival. He didn't want to see him going through anything else. He wanted to protect him. But this was his right, his duty, maybe even his destiny... Only, Soren did not look ready for a fight. He looked tired and sad.
He looked down at the ground, carefully set his plate aside, and pushed to his feet to face Kamon.
“Very well Kamon,” he said. “At the first morning light, we will fight. Right here where we have had countless meals together. And the winner shall be named pack alpha.”
Kamon inhaled sharply, anticipation clear in his expression.
He couldn't wait.
And Soren... he turned to Nikolai.
“Let's go to bed,” he said quietly.
Nikolai swallowed and nodded.
“Have a good rest,” a couple people told Soren as they passed.
“Take care of him,” Nikolai was told too, and he intended to.
He felt so guilty for leaving him when he had although, now that he looked back, he didn't know what else could have been done. He was so glad that he had made it in time to be with him now.
Nikolai's family was dead right about him. He was spoiled and selfish, wasn't he? Well, now it was time to change that.
He crawled into bed with Soren, holding him tightly.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Soren shrugged.
“Not the best,” he admitted.
“Let me help you sleep at least,” Nikolai whispered.
He waited for Soren's nod before snaking down under the covers to his pants.
He got them down far enough to take Soren's soft length in his mouth, moaning at the way it started to harden in his mouth, getting bigger and bigger until Nikolai was choking around his long thick member.
Above, Soren moaned but allowed Nikolai to keep control.
He was rock-hard himself but wanted Soren to come first and relax. Still, he couldn't help pressing his hips down into the cushions and fabric, hips rolling while he sucked him to completion.
