Page 83 of The Wolf's Prince
He took the invitation, pulling Nikolai tightly to his chest and feeling the way he shivered and his cock immediately started to harden as he looked down at him.
“Stop that,” Nikolai breathed.
“What?”
“Looking at me like you’re going to eat me.”
“Maybe I am,” Soren growled and bent down, swiftly taking Nikolai’s lips in a heated kiss. Nikolai pressed up for more. As promised, Soren sucked Nikolai’s lip between his and bit down, not releasing him until his mate moaned and only then, to run his tongue over the swollen flesh.
Nikolai was putty in his hands, his head had fallen back, exposing his neck and the shiny mark Soren had gifted him. His omega scent, heavy with desire was overpowering and his gaze hazy with desire.
“Fuck me in my childhood bed,” he whispered. “Knot and all.”
Soren swallowed and glanced at the window. It was still the afternoon and Nikolai’s father had said something about making an occasion out of his visit, but how in Goddess’s name was he supposed to say no to that?
Groaning, he pushed Nikolai back, straddling him. His hand dropped to the bulge on the front of his pants. He squeezed and Nikolai’s breath hitched and—
There was a knock on the door.
For a moment, they looked at each other and then when another knock followed, Nikolai started laughing.
“Ugh,” he groaned, playfully pushing Soren off of him and standing. “What stupid timing.”
* * *
NIKOLAI
To Nikolai’s chagrin,they were called to A dinner party, where more than just his family was waiting for them. All of the nobles from Casetro seemed to be present and Nikolai introduced Soren to each of them.
Soren seemed to handle it well. If he was as frustrated as Nikolai felt, he didn't let it show. He greeted each person with genuine interest, giving each of them his full attention, making sure to repeat each person's name. By the time they reached the head of the table where his family sat, Nikolai was convinced that every person there was enamored by him and pride filled him.
“Sit next to me,” his father said, instructing Soren to take the seat at his side.
Nikolai took the one next to him, one of his cousins on the other side.
He fell into conversation with her at once, breezing over the mating and then talking about a family home in the countryside they used to frequent when they were young.
When Nikolai glanced over, Soren appeared to have completely won over his father already. They were deep into discussing Pack politics. On the other side of the table, his mother, brother, and two of his uncles hung on Soren's every word.
Nikolai couldn't blame them. Soren had that effect on people. He was captivating. After all, from the first moment Nikolai had laid eyes on him, he had wanted him. And shortly after that, he had been on his back in the mud taking his knot.
Nikolai swallowed.
His gaze traced the line of Soren's neck, his Adam’s apple, the cut of his jaw... why was everything about him so incredibly arousing.
He tore his gaze away, but it was too late. Nikolai's blood was rushing, arousal flooding him. It was already so close to the surface considering how they had been interrupted earlier and now apparently his body had decided it was high time to get what it wanted.
An irrepressible shiver traveled through Nikolai's entire body.
His lashes fluttered, down to his food.
He tried to keep his attention fixed there, but he swore he could smell Soren's masculine alpha scent.
When he glanced up again, Soren's eyes were on him. They shone like the moonlight and Soren knew what that meant. Soren was getting aroused too. Right here at the dinner party. Maybe he could smell Nikolai the way that he often did. Whatever the reason, it only made it worse.
The longer Nikolai sat there, heat itching through his body, the more on edge he became, the less it seemed like normal desire, the more it seemed uncontrollable.
Oh god, Nikolai was going into heat.
