Page 6 of The Wolf's Prince
With the light from the ballroom behind him, Soren was a menacing halo and Nikolai wanted badly to be devoured.
“That's what I'd been hoping for,” he whispered.
At that, Soren yanked him against his hard chest, making Nikolai grunt as Soren’s lips closed over his.
They were barely through the doorway, hardly hidden at all, but as he felt the hungry taste of his mouth, Nikolai found what little bit of decency he possessed vanished.
Nikolai’s arms came around his back, his hands just as hungry as his lips, feeling Soren’s masculine frame. Such broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and hips cut out of marble that he couldn’t help but grab onto.
Soren’s mouth was like fire, white-hot kisses seared Nikolai’s lips like he’d been wanting Nikolai forever and was desperate for him.
His tongue sent electric tendrils of pleasure shooting through Nikolai, practically making his hips buck.
Altogether too close for comfort, someone giggled, and Nikolai broke away with a gasp, swinging around to see a couple watching from behind the hanging drapes.
Soren's eyes were glowing silver like moonlight as he leaned toward Nikolai again. He truly looked like a wolf at that moment, about to devour Nikolai, very much like they had been joking—like Nikolai hadthoughtthey had been joking.
He swallowed, leaning away.
“Let's go for a walk,” Nikolai said, clearing his throat. Might as wellpretendthey were going to be decent. Even if it was obvious they wouldn't be.
He took Soren's hand firmly in his own, leading him down the narrow steps, following the candles to the gardens.
He was already searching out hedges and trees, his gaze scanning what he could see in the dark shamelessly.
“This way,” Soren whispered, and Nikolai realized that he could see better than him. Those eyes, he realized, must be for more than just show.
Gripping Nikolai’s hand in his, he led him away from the candle-lit path until they were surrounded by darkness. Nikolai’s heart was racing with anticipation.
“I’d been hoping to meet someone exciting tonight,” Nikolai said as Soren pulled him into his strong embrace, letting out a low moan.
“You are so naughty,” he growled.
Nikolai chuckled breathlessly.
“Let me show you how naughty I can be,” he suggested.
In the dark, he reached down, feeling the long length of Soren’s hard cock, his breath hitching at the size.
Soren groaned and with a sudden movement Nikolai couldn’t predict, he was flat on his back on soft earth with his hands pressed over his head.
For a moment Nikolai wriggled but Soren only held him down tighter, pressing his hips against Nikolai’s, grinding their erections together.
Nikolai stilled, letting Soren thrust against him while his head fell back.
“Oh… I was going to tell you not to mess up my clothes, but I think it’s too late for that,” Nikolai gasped.
“Forget your clothes. They’re not important.”
In demonstration, he gripped the front of Nikolai’s suit, tearing it open.
Nikolai wasn’t sure if he should be upset or aroused. His body chose the latter.
Soren's unforgiving grip moved to Nikolai's exposed skin. The chilly night air had made his nipples pebble and Soren wasted no time rubbing the hard nubs with his thumbs, a deep growl reverberating through his chest.
Trembling, Nikolai reached up, blindly feeling Soren through all his clothes.
“Not fair,” he mumbled, but Soren did not seem in a hurry to match Nikolai's level of undress.
