Page 23 of The Wolf's Prince
What the hell had Soren done to him?
He was producing something like a woman did, not that he knew from first-hand experience.
He let the fabric fall back over his face and reached down again, noting the ease with which his finger slid inside. It immediately offered him some relief to press against his prostate.
Seizing that, he hugged his knees to better his reach and went into it with renewed vigor. If he could just climax, this strange feeling would finally pass.
With that thought in mind, he tried to hurry the process. There was no need though, he was so aroused and the feeling of his tight hole, slippery wet around his single finger alone was nearly enough. He added another finger, clenching around them, liquid dripping from his hole as he continued to massage his prostate with quick pleasurable thrusts.
Crying out, Nikolai threw his head back, pressing in deep while come spluttered from his tip. It still hurt a little bit, but as soon as the last lingering tremors ran through his body, the pain began to subside.
He nearly cried in relief, collapsing flat, his body exhausted.
His cock began to deflate against his smooth stomach, his hole was slippery wet, and felt so strange when he clenched his cheeks.
Really, what the hell had Soren done to his body?
He'd affected him somehow. The wild, shifter seed must be potent in more ways than one. First driving him mad, acting as an aphrodisiac next, then making his very body change to better suit Soren's cock, it seemed.
Despite himself, he imagined the ease with which that large cock would slide into his hole now. Even his knot could most likely slide in and out, stretching him further with each thrust.
Nikolai's breath caught at the thought.
His cock swelled with excitement, and he groaned.
“No,” he muttered helplessly. “Not now.”
But his cock did not listen, so he reached down taking it in his hand.
Now that it had been relieved, it didn't hurt as much to touch. Still, he was gentle with it, stroking while he remembered Soren stretching him.
He turned into his pillow, letting the jacket finally fall off, then pressed his face into the pillow it covered, moaning as he came onto his rumpled sheet.
As soon as he did, he was pushing onto his knees, face still buried in Soren’s jacket while he reached back, pressing his fingers in again.
It wasn't enough.
No one he'd ever been with would be enough.
He needed Soren.
* * *
All night Nikolaitried to satisfy himself. He fell in and out of consciousness, waking up exhausted, his hips moving against the bed desperately seeking relief that he could not get.
He was covered in sweat, the slick wetness from his hole, and come. He felt dirty but was too sore to get to the wash basin.
It wasn't until a knock sounded on the door that he even realized that it was morning.
He shuddered at the thought of his valet arriving to ready him for the day. He couldn't do it. He couldn’t go to breakfast and pretend to be normal. He couldn't even get out of his soiled bed.
“Nik, are you awake? It's me again…”
The sound of Andrey's voice nearly made him cry.
He found himself sagging in relief even before he replied.
“Come in.”
