Page 12 of The Wolf's Prince
“You're such a tease,” he gasped as Soren worked.
A mischievous smile quirked Soren’s lips.
“Is it teasing if I plan to deliver?” he asked.
Nikolai's mouth went dry.
He pushed his hips toward Soren's confident hands.
“Not yet,” Soren said, avoiding the thrust. “I'm not done with my task.”
With that, he took Nikolai's knees by the hands and pushed them apart.
For a moment, he stared down at Nikolai's abused hole and his eyes went entirely silver.
Nikolai expected the towel to be used to clean him, but Soren suddenly groaned, shoved Nikolai's hips up, and dove down, choosing to use his tongue instead.
Nikolai shuddered and gasped.
The shifter was so good with his instruments. He hadn't wanted any more ass play, but the idea alone of Soren down there, using his tongue to lick his own semen away nearly made Nikolai come apart.
He cursed.
“Yes!” he cried out and then reached down, gripping his cock and tightly jerking it while he was devoured.
He only lasted a minute and didn't care because it was the most heavenly sensation, coming with a hungry tongue inside him.
It took forever for shivers to stop raking his body. The whole while, Soren held his hips and kissed his entrance, helping to drag it on as long as possible.
When he rose, he looked down at Nikolai, his silver eyes glazed.
He remained there, on his knees, watching him catch his breath as though stunned.
“You are the most satisfying meal I have ever had,” he informed Nikolai, hands tracing his spread inner thighs.
Nikolai let out a breathy chuckle.
“Will I take care of that?” he asked, indicating the bulge in the front of Soren's already tight pants. “I can suck it for you.”
Soren visibly shivered, squeezing his eyes shut before shaking his head firmly.
“No, you are too tired.”
Nikolai opened his mouth to argue but was distracted by the shifter pulling his clothes off.
He'd felt the defined muscles already, butseeingSoren's body was different. His body was sculpted, and his every movement made muscles flex. His fawn-colored skin was perfection, with no blemishes in sight, looking just as soft to the touch as it felt. His shape was the type that no nobility could achieve. No, it took living a certain lifestyle toneedto be so strong.
When he kicked his pants off, Nikolai's eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
“You're telling methatwas inside me?” he squeaked.
Soren grinned, moving to the lamps.
“All of it and more,” he said.
He certainly hadn't been lying about his size. Not that Nikolai doubted that after being fucked so thoroughly. Still, seeing it, he was impressed with himself. He grinned. He'd taken that like it was his profession.
The room was plunged into darkness as Soren extinguished the lights. A moment later, Nikolai felt the bed dipping as Soren crawled in next to him.
