Page 52 of The Wolf's Prince
“I can’t believe I left,” Nikolai returned.
Soren grinned, standing and slowly beginning to pull his clothes off, exposing countless nicks and bruises as he did. Nikolai was frowning deeply, his gaze raking him.
There had been many omegas who had been interested in Soren. At one point, he had thought he was interested in them in return. Now he knew, whatever he had felt before paled in comparison to the pure electric desire and overwhelming fulfillment he felt in Nikolai’s presence. No one had even come close.
He supposed that was just how it was when you found your one. Anyone else would be a far second.
And as his trousers dropped around his ankles, the way Nikolai watched him made it clear he felt the same way.
He approached the bed and Nikolai suddenly began to kick his clothing off, not removing himself from the covers.
“Aren’t you sore?” Soren asked, crawling on top.
“A bit,” Nikolai said, lifting the blankets for him to crawl in. Soren did, sighing at the feel of all of Nikolai’s warm, soft skin against his own.
For a moment they held each other.
“The—slick did you call it?”
At Soren’s nod, Nikolai went on.
“It makes it much easier,” he said. “I can handle another round tonight.”
“I was talking more about our fall,” he informed him.
Nikolai chuckled.
“Oh.”
“That was so scary,” he shivered. “I thought…”
He swallowed and Soren pulled him tighter to his chest and then just as quickly had to ease his hold when his ribs complained.
“We need a distraction. Let's go back to talking about your slick,” he suggested.
Nikolai groaned and buried his face in Soren’s neck to hide.
“Oh, God.”
“You’ll have to take my knot too,” Soren warned. “I have to be within you when you mark me.”
He shivered at the thought, anticipation tickling his skin. Perhaps feeling the goosebumps rising on his skin, Nikolai brushed his hands over Soren’s back and arms before settling one on the nape of his neck.
“Right here, right?” he asked.
Soren nodded, his mouth going dry in anticipation.
He bent, kissing the very spot he’d left bumpy on Nikolai’s skin.
Nikolai let out a trembling breath.
“I might need a break tomorrow, but I don’t want to wait any longer to make this official,” he breathed. “Besides, you’re already getting to me.”
He took Soren’s hand, pressing it to his skin and dragging it down, past his hard cock, over his warm inner thigh. He did not stop until he was pressing Soren’s fingertips against his already wet hole.
Soren groaned, pressing two fingers inside, just to the first knuckle. He spent a minute there, feeling the edges, watching the way Nikolai’s face pinched with need. His cock jerked enviously, and he lifted onto his knees, taking his time filling Nikolai with his fingers until he was writhing and clutching at the covers.
When he finally lined his cock with Nikolai’s seeping entrance and pressed inside, his mate cried out, arching off the bed as he took him deep.
