Page 8 of The Wolf's Prince
“Yes,” Nikolai groaned. “Stop teasing and give it to me.”
Suddenly, Soren moved down, lowering himself and without warning, sucking his cock almost fully into his mouth.
Nikolai arched off the cold ground instinctively. His fingers tangled into Soren's silky hair. For a moment, he almost pulled his sleek wet heat down to further bury his cock down the other man's throat, then at the last second, he shoved Soren off.
“I want to come with your cock inside me,” he gasped. “Not in your mouth.”
Soren moaned in response, slipping lower, putting his mouth to other uses.
Nikolai's eyes rolled.
He loved having a hot wet tongue against his hole and so few people did it, especially on a one-night fling.
Steadying his breath, Nikolai pulled his knees up, allowing better access.
Soren wasn't shy either. He gripped Nikolai's cheeks, holding them apart, and started to thrust his tongue within him, not stopping until Nikolai was shaking and mewling, his cock leaking. He knew he was completely shameless. If anyone caught them, his brother would be mortified. A prince wasn't supposed to get fucked out in the open, during a party, and with a total stranger. But it gave Nikolai a thrill.
“Deeper,” he begged, and Soren drew up, positioning himself at once to give Nikolai what his body craved.
“Deep, and big,” Soren whispered, pressing his tip to Nikolai's entrance. “Anything else?”
“Yes,” Nikolai gasped. “Do it now.”
“So demandingandimpatient too,” Soren mused, pressing his hips forward.
Nikolai cried out when Soren's tip breached his entrance. The pleasure of being stretched apart was intensified by Soren's generous girth.
His thighs trembled so hard he had to clutch his legs to his chest and force air into his lungs, trying to clear his head slightly so he wouldn't come immediately. He wanted to ride this out, no pun intended, to the very limit.
“Does it hurt?” Soren asked, sounding concerned.
Nikolai chuckled breathlessly.
“Do you want me to repeat the part about loving a big cock inside me?” he gasped. “Because I will. You feel incredible.”
Soren released a breath he had been holding and slid in further.
Nikolai moaned loudly.
He clutched his knees, holding on for dear life as Soren started to thrust into him, long and deep, just like he wanted, pressing down at the end of each thrust and grinding in a little bit further.
He relaxed his weight onto Nikolai, folding him up even tighter and grinding deep.
“Like this?” he growled, and Nikolai could feel the reverberations through his body, that slightly inhuman sound again. He shuddered, head falling back as he cried out in pleasure.
Somehow, his hands found Soren's back, skating over the muscles, sleek with sweat, then tangling in his shockingly soft hair, then grabbing his ass and squeezing it hard, controlling the speed and angle that Soren fucked him while he completely lost himself.
When he started to come, Soren kept going, gasping at the way his muscles tightened and flexed inside but unrelenting in his movements, and to Nikolai’s delight, his orgasm stretched on, continuing in spurts. He would have a moment to breathe and then the wave began again, overwhelming pleasure washing through him.
Soren didn't stop, pressing him into the ground with the strength of his thrusts, clutching Nikolai's shoulders as he pounded into him, groaning in time with Nikolai's gasps of pleasure.
“Stop exposing your neck to me like that,” Soren suddenly gasped. “It is too tempting to bite.”
The idea of a shifter losing control on him, for this session of passion to become even more animalistic, was irresistible.
Nikolai tilted his head away even more.
“Do it,” he gasped. “Bite me.”
