Page 33 of The Wolf's Prince
“I was just thinking about you, traveling likethis.” Then, because he couldn’t help but distrust and feel jealous, he added, “It’s a wonder you didn’t have someone else fuck you.”
Nikolai’s already flushed skin darkened further. For a moment, Soren was sure hehad.With his personality, perhaps there had been dozens of other men using his hole while he tried to shake the unending lust.
Nikolai frowned, looking away.
“I could only think of you,” he whispered. “The idea didn’t even occur to me.”
Soren stared, immediately swamped with guilt,again.Here he had been so judgmental of his human mate, leaving him to face his actions alone, when in reality, Soren simply did not know or understand Nikolai. He had feared the intensity of Soren’s bond. He had been confused and alone. All the while, he suffered, he had never sought out another to satisfy him—and it would have helped too. Someone else may have been able to ease his heat to the point of it being bearable. It wouldn’t have ended it for him, but at least he wouldn’t have suffered as much as he clearly had.
Soren bent down, kissing Nikolai more gently this time, not missing the way his lashes fluttered, and the eager way he turned toward Soren’s touches.
Nikolai was more delicate than he'd realized.
Tenderness filled Soren. It was with that feeling fueling him that he finally pulled away again, carefully beginning to undo the buttons of Nikolai's shirt.
Nikolai left his arms out to the sides, letting Soren work while he watched him.
“There are...” he paused, gasping as Soren's fingers brushed his nipples, then tried again. “Some strange things happening to my body.”
“Yes?”
Soren straddled Nikolai's thighs, allowing his weight to pin him down.
Nikolai let out a strangled moan, pressing up again.
“Do you want to come like this again?” he asked.
Nikolai shook his head.
“No,” he gasped. “What will end this?”
“My knot,” Soren said.
Nikolai groaned, his eyes squeezing shut.
“Oh, fuck. Yes. Please,” he gasped. “Give me your knot again. I want it so much.”
Soren groaned, promptly climbing off of Nikolai so that he could pull his clothes off.
Nikolai watched, his brown eyes greedily raking Soren’s body as he reached down, swiftly undoing his pants.
Soren went to the bottom of the bed, helping to pull them off. The second Nikolai’s cock sprung free, the room was flooded with the scent of his slick and heat.
Soren's cock, already rock hard, stiffened even more, Nikolai’s heat already bringing him to the edge. Even his knot was beginning to form, the bulge beginning to swell the skin.
“I need to get inside you,” he groaned. “Fast.”
Nikolai shuddered in anticipation, drawing his knees up.
“Please,” he groaned, then suddenly slammed his legs down again.
“What is it?” Soren asked, climbing onto the bed over Nikolai’s legs.
He pressed a hand to the seam of Nikolai's thighs, but Nikolai clamped them together.
“It’s—it's wet there,” he said shyly, and Soren's mouth practically started to water. Then he remembered the last time they'd had sex. Nikolai had taken his cock due to experience, not slick. Humans didn't have that. But Nikolai wasn't quite human anymore, was he? Ever since their bond was formed, he was now, a wolf's mate. That would change a lot of things.
“Let me see,” he whispered.
