Page 39 of The Wolf's Prince
Soren offered a hand silently and Nikolai took it. Allowing his mate to lead him around the pool. There was a way to get to the pouring water if one took careful steps and Soren showed him just how to do it, making sure Nikolai knew where to place each foot so that he wouldn’t fall into the pond it fed.
He hesitated as the spray reached them though. Maybe Soren was more grounded, but Nikolai was sure to be thrown off the ledge if he went into the waterfall. There wasn’t enough room to stand, and the water’s flow was too strong.
Soren felt his hesitance and glanced back at him.
He smiled.
“Trust me,” he said, and assuming that Nikolai would, he continued to pull him forward.
Just as they were about to be dunked in the cool flow, Nikolai realized the ledge extended back, behind the cascade.
Eyes widening, he watched Soren disappear behind the spray before pulling Nikolai in after him.
The water doused Nikolai’s bare arm as he passed, but aside from that, he was shocked to find they now stood in a cave.
Gasping, Nikolai turned in a circle, taking it all in.
There were stools, shelves with soaps hung on the walls, and at the back, there was even a cabinet that probably held towels.
The exit from the cave was completely overtaken by the water that poured from above.
For a long time, Nikolai stood there, breathing in the fresh, wet air as his senses realigned themselves.
“What do you think?” Soren asked.
Nikolai shook his head.
“I think this is the most peaceful place I have ever seen.”
That seemed to please Soren, because he pulled Nikolai close, and held him, their naked bodies warm in the chill air.
“Come, let me clean you,” Soren said, gently stroking back his hair.
Nikolai allowed himself to be led to the edge of the cave, where the water could fall over them.
The first hit was shocking because of the pressure. Surprisingly, the water wasn’t properly cold, and within a few seconds, the feeling of it falling on his head and shoulders felt like a massage.
He stood under the spray, his eyes closed, Soren’s hand in his.
Eventually, Soren pulled away. Nikolai was too in bliss to wonder much about it and a minute later, he felt hands on his back, slippery with soap.
He tilted his head, allowing Soren to wash his hair first before traveling down over his body, all the way to the feet.
Then, perhaps because he couldn’t resist being at eye level with Nikolai’s rear without doing something about it, Nikolai felt hands grip his cheeks, pulling them apart.
He gasped as a tongue pressed against the ring of muscles there.
Suddenly, the rush of water served a different purpose as his cock stiffened. It poured down his chest, over rigid nipples, and stroked over his length in an unending cascade. All the while Soren explored his hole, first with his tongue, then with fingers curving inside just as relentlessly.
It didn’t take long for Nikolai to come, his cock straining into the flow as it washed away his semen just as thoroughly as it had drawn it out.
Soren caught him by the hips, steadying him as he caught his breath, backing out of the water now that it felt too harsh on his sensitive skin.
“Your turn,” he panted, turning toward Soren.
He pressed a kiss to his lips, not missing the hunger in his eyes as he allowed Nikolai to push him under the water.
He bent, picking up the bar of soap that lay forgotten by their feet, and took his time, lathering his hands before beginning to rub them over Soren’s shoulders.
