Page 22 of The Wolf's Prince
The damn shifter must haveknownthat their mating would be too much for him, yet he'd done it anyway.
And now, Nikolai, the man who could never get enough of a good cock inside him, might die because of one.
The irony!
He groaned and spread out on the bed, hoping that he was just being dramatic.
He had felt strange since arriving home... if he was being honest, it was before that. Crawling away from Soren while he slept had feltwrong.
And now his skin crawled at the thought of their night together and he couldn’t tell if it was the feeling of spiders and bugs, or the gentle touch of a lover’s hands skating over one’s body.
It was like the good and bad were fused and the longer Nikolai lay there, the stronger the sensation grew.
Agitation filled him.
He didn't know whether he should scratch his skin profusely or find someone to hold him tightly.
Scratchingdidn’twork.
Frustrated, he leaped from the bed and began pacing the length of his room, kicking things out of the way, namely the chair at the desk, then the small table that sat in the corner, then the items that had fallen off of it. He didn't even care when his foot met the beautiful glass ornament his friend Harrod had given him years ago.
It was a rose that Harrod had sent Nikolai after they’d spent an entire weekend fucking just before he'd had to travel for his studies.
Nikolai thought of that, agitation mounting until he stomped down on the thing, feeling it crunch under his slippers.
A shard of the shattered pink glass went up past the sole and sliced cleanly through the skin of his ankle. For a moment, he froze in shock, then he dropped down to the floor, staring at the mess, alarmed by the steady drip of blood pouring into the thick white carpet.
He pressed a palm to the shallow cut for a minute, stopping the bleeding.
When he pulled his hand back, it was trembling.
And his cock was achingly hard.
And all he could think of was Soren.
Groaning, Nikolai pressed his face into his hands.
“Get a grip,” he whispered, but he couldn't stop the mounting desire as it continued to grow, swiftly passing from need topain. His entire body tingled and itched with it.
Then, he remembered Soren’s jacket which was tucked away neatly in the wardrobe. Before Nikolai knew what he was doing, he was there, whipping the wardrobe open and pressing his face to the soft fur.
Peace washed over him at Soren’s subtle scent.
For a moment, Nikolai stood there, breathing him in, then, he yanked the jacket out and walked to the bed, laying back on it, letting the fabric completely cover his face.
He’d completely lost his mind. It was official.
When he touched his cock, it was too sensitive and hurt too much. Even the fabric he wore felt uncomfortable and constricting. Pushing his pants down, and exposing himself to the air helped, but not enough.
Unable to take it any longer, he gripped his length loosely, hissing in a breath at the tender sensation, but he forced his fist to remain closed around his member and gently began to stroke.
Nikolai was in tears before he gave up, but somehow, not touching himself felt worse.
As he lay there, shaking, it suddenly occurred to him that he needed to be relieved from the inside, where he could be pleasured and made to orgasm without his cock being rubbed. That would give him relief. He was sure.
He reached down, spreading his knees and plunging a finger into his hole. To Nikolai's shock, he waswet.
He withdrew his finger, trembling even harder as he lifted his hand and the edge of the jacket simultaneously, to stare at the sheen coating his digit.
