Page 14 of Searching for the Prince
Hyax pointed to the glass that had been delivered, close up he could see the deep red liquid had golden particles and two straws. “No rush. Let’s enjoy this.”
Hyax leaned in and took a sip and Gwil copied. It tasted like the deepest, best vintage blood. “What the fuck?”
“If you drink it with someone you love, it tastes like your favourite thing. So blood for you I take it?”
“Yes. Champagne-topped ambrosia for you then.”
Hyax smiled, he was so beautiful. “Correct. Did you enjoy your swanning about?”
Gwil didn’t want to spoil the mood, but it was best he told Hyax straight. “Up to a point. I got a few interested looks and then some guy called Sitial had a word with me as I was waiting at the bar.”
“Sitial? Want the fuck did he want?”
“He wanted me to pass on the message that Metra didn’t ask for the marriage any more than you did, and tried to convince me he wasn’t cheating with Metra. I told him to fuck off.”
“He had no right.”
Gwil squeezed his hand. “He did make one good point, you’re going to have to get through this, and if you can be civil with Metra, it’ll be easier.”
“I don’t want to be civil.”
“Look, the best way to get back at someone who hurt you, is to show that they aren’t important any longer. You gifting him your anger could be construed that you still care.”
“Idocare, but not about him. I don’t like being lied to.”
“If you accept he is telling the truth, both on the cheating and the not pushing for the wedding, you get through this without fighting every second—that can only make things easier for us.” Gwil wasn’t sure if Metra wasn’t a lying piece of shit, his dealings with him hadn’t been great but then Gwil was the man Hyax was dating.
“We’ll talk about how to handle Metra another time. This is about us, and your importance to me.” Hyax’s tone put an end to that particular conversation.
“Maybe you should kiss me again,” Gwil said. “We don’t want people to think we’re arguing.”
“Drink up. I’m taking you home to more than kiss you.”
He chuckled and they finished the Love Bomb. He was more than happy to go home, and Hyax escorting him through the bar hand-in-hand was a nice touch before he opened a portal into their bedroom.
Before they’d got together, Gwil had what he’d described as a dry spell when it came to his love life. He’d been pining so badly for Hyax that no one held much interest and he’d never been one for random shagging, another way he was different to his peers. Hyax had unlocked a part of him he’d almost forgotten he had and there were days he was desperate for Hyax to fuck him. He’d discovered his desire for his partner to take control when he’d been turned and he was more than happy to let Hyax lead.
Usually, he managed to take his own clothes off, but Hyax didn’t want to wait and they were naked with a wave of his hand. Hyax was more than capable of taking things slow, worshipping him until was a whimpering mess, but that didn’t appear to be on the agenda. Hyax pounced, knocking them both onto the bed.
His kisses were borderline brutal, possessive and demanding, and Gwil knew he would be left with no doubt who he belonged to. Hyax muttered another spell and he felt his arse tingle as Hyax’s magic breached him, he fucking loved being fingered by Hyax’s magic, working him open while Hyax’s hands were free to stroke the rest of him. He keened as tingling from the lube spell added a dash of spice unique to Hyax, something Gwil had never experienced before.
The mix of dazzling kisses and the magic things happening to his arse meant Gwil was on the verge of seeing stars and whenHyax entered him in one long, deliberate thrust, he cried out in delight. He loved to be fucked, loved to be the one Hyax wanted to own and dominate. He hung on as Hyax rode him, bringing him closer to the edge with every jerk of his hips.
“You’re mine,” Hyax growled.
Gwil couldn’t hold back any longer. His orgasm rampaged through him and he came, ribbons of pearly cum shooting across his belly. Hyax fucked him harder, using him, taking what he needed as he shouted out when he reached his peak. He collapsed forward pressing kisses to Gwil’s face, muttering soft words in a language Gwil didn’t recognise but understood their sentiment.
Several minutes later, Hyax rolled off and lay on his back.
Gwil snuggled closer and was surprised when Hyax summoned his phone and elbowed him in the ribs. “Oi, a bit of pillow talk would be nice.”
“I want to read Hylei’s message. Come on, you’ve gotta be intrigued too.”
Gwil tutted but couldn’t argue he was interested. “I suppose.”
Hyax clicked on the screen of his phone and instead of showing Gwil the screen he projected a document he’d opened. “This is from Hylei.”
Prince Hyax,
