Page 85 of The Wolf's Prince
Nikolai shivered.
“Come on then,” he whispered.
It had started like last time, a warmth filling him, desire that seemed to be out of nowhere and have everything to do with Soren. Very swiftly that was turning into desperation.
“I need you,” he gasped.
Soren groaned softly. He didn't let him go, keeping an arm around Nikolai's waist as they walked back to his room. Nikolai hoped that to all the castle staff they passed they simply looked like a happy new couple and not like someone who would probably die if he didn't get his mate's cock inside him as soon as possible.
The second they were through the door to his bedroom, Soren closed his fists over the front of Nikolai's lovely red velvet suit and tore it apart.
He gasped and his body arched, precome suddenly seeping from his tip, soaking the front of his pants.
Soren let out a deep animalistic sound and gripped Nikolai by the hips, swiveling him around to face him. He dropped to his knees before Nikolai and pressed his mouth to the wet fabric.
Nikolai cried out, gripping Soren's shoulders as heat enveloped him. His eyes rolled, pleasure rolling through him in uncontrollable waves.
He shuddered, ready to come before he'd even gotten out of his pants.
“Wait,” he gasped, but it was no use, Soren's mouth, the temptation of it, being held off by the stiff fabric as he ran his lips and tongue over his restricted length was too pleasurable. Sparks were shooting through him, his nerves on fire, and he came, shivering from head to toe as come soaked his clothing further.
Soren stayed where he was, his lips pressed to Nikolai's cock until the spasms stopped running through it.
“That was so unfair,” Nikolai gulped.
Soren tilted his head up to look at Nikolai, resting his chin on his waist.
“You can't finish until I give you my knot,” he said, a glint in his eyes. “I want to havesomefun with that.”
Fear and excitement filled Nikolai. The fun Soren was talking about, about bringing him over the edge again and again until he was done playing with him... Nikolai was fairly certain it was about to be his favorite game ever.
True to his word, Soren laid him across his bed and took his time devouring him. Nikolai didn't know how many times he came, only that part of him didn't want this night to end.
By the time Soren pressed his cock into him, Nikolai was a loosened puddle of muscle and bone, unable to do more than lay there, damp with sweat, moaning as he was taken. Soren's knot, so thick and delicious, filling him once he came took everything to another level. Like before, it was an awe-inspiring, transcending experience that Nikolai could barely wrap his mind around.
And he would have it again. Every time he entered heat.
That was the last thought that he had as consciousness left him and it was the first thing he thought when he woke up hours later to the bright light of the day streaming through the crack in the curtain.
Soren was still fast asleep, laying on his stomach, his back exposed and hair shielding his face.
Nikolai watched him for a moment while he took note of how he felt.
Unlike his last heat, this one had only lasted as long as Soren had wanted to stretch it on for. The tingling, and itching of nerves were already absent from his body.
A smile touched his lips as he remembered the night, and subsequently, everything that had happened since his last heat. As a newly mated couple, they had already been through so much. Ups and downs that Nikolai had been more invested in than anything else he could think of in his life.
For the first time, he cared more about fun and adventure and getting off.
He shook his head.
“What is it?” Soren asked sleepily.
Nikolai hadn't noticed his love waking up, probably because his face was obscured by hair.
He reached up, brushing it all back before letting his arm fall over Nikolai's waist.
“I was just thinking about how immature and selfish I used to be. I can't believe I'm going to say this, but my father was right.”
