Page 39 of Searching for the Prince
“I’ve no reason not to trust him.”
“Metra is a beautiful man. Are you telling me Hyax isn’t tempted to have his consummation cake and eat it?”
Solivatus didn’t give Gwil a chance to rebuff him, he was already heading out. If there hadn’t been a past between Hyax and Metra he’d have been more worried, but that was more about his own feelings of inferiority than anything Hyax had done. Hyax had countless offers and never acted on them, and Gwil had begun to embrace the smugness that came with being the chosen partner of a man like Hyax. He had a fucking proper love match, no political machination or magic bond had got them together, and he wasn’t going to bollocks it up because he could be a mopey twat.
The subject of his thoughts arrived, and he couldn’t remember a time when Hyax had looked so tired and rumpled. Gwil raced towards him. “Are you all right, you look like you’ve been hit by a bus.”
“Is that some quaint sort of human idiom as I wouldn’t be standing if twenty tons of automotive metal had taken a swipe.”
Hyax was fluent in British slang, so this was him being a grumpy arse. “How about being dragged through a hedge backwards instead?”
“Probably more fitting.” He yawned and stretched. “I’m tired and being a shit. Sorry.”
Gwil pulled him close and held him tight. “You need a cuddle.”
Hyax nuzzled his hair. “When you’re right, you’re right.”
“Have you made progress or is this a pit stop?”
“We’re at a natural break, I’m going to grab some sleep. Once we have the test subject, we can make a few tweaks and we’re done.”
Gwil pulled back—Hyax must’ve been sent to collect him for the final push. “Where do you need me to go? Still in the cellars?”
Hyax snorted. “There was no fucking way I was going to let you be used as a plaything. Gwil, I wouldn’t allow that.”
“But you need a vampire.”
“Yes, and we can get some insignificant bloodsucker out of a nightclub. They can pull someone off the street for all I care, but it’s not going to be you.”
Gwil got the sense he’d been the guinea pig in the original plan and Gwil was glad Hyax had stood up for him. “Thank you. And I suppose if it does something to me and I can’t go undercover then that sets back the rescue in another way.”
“I hadn’t thought of it in those terms, I just put my foot down.” He shrugged, and Gwil loved that Hyax was only thinking about him and not the case they were working. “You have the plan for the mission?”
“Yeah, Solivatus sent me more details, and I’ll share those with you. Me and Robin are going in as boyfriends. Robin’s a rich kid who’s forgiven his cheating partner—me—for infecting him with a mutated Nosferatu virus.”
“You’ll have to act as if you’re together.”
“Nothing overt. I’m playing an arse stringing him along for his money and he’s being oblivious. Pretty much as far from the real Robin as you can get. I’m also cheating on him with a guy called Mal, which is you, so because of that we’ll be able to stay in touch.”
Hyax knew he wouldn’t be able to stop Gwil from doing this, but Gwil hoped the basis of the sting and being in contact meant he’d deal better with it. “I’ll read the info. I know Robin won’t overstep, but I do want to ensure you know how important you are to me.” Hyax crowded up to him. “You’re mine, Gwil.”
He had to admit he loved this side of Hyax’s possessiveness. “Then perhaps you’d better make sure that I have no delusions otherwise. Hyax’s eyes flashed gold, his desire one of several things that could trigger the reaction.
He didn’t think they were going to make it back to the bedroom and while Gwil had no issue of fucking over the back of a sofa or across a table, he knew Hyax was tired. He would need to recharge and Gwil thought that apart from a bit of magical lubrication, he’d be happy to take the lead. With a gentle shove, he pushed Hyax and he landed on his back on the sofa. Gwil pulled his T-shirt off and stripped away his jeans, boxers and socks, leaving him naked, his cock standing proud.
“You riding?” Hyax asked with a grin, his voice breathy and his expression eager.
“You fae are lazy fuckers—someone has to take the lead. Wanna get me some lube? Gonna work myself open on my fingers, let you watch and then sink down on your cock.”
Hyax had various involuntary noises that drove Gwil wild, but the low growl accompanying him being turned on without being able to think straight was one of his favourites. A pot of the lube they used when Hyax didn’t use magic to prep him would do. Today Gwil wanted things the old-fashioned way and Hyax wasn’t one to argue as long as he got laid.
The lube was a special edition from the fae realm, it had a secret ingredient that added an extra level of zing and was slipperier than any he’d used before meeting Hyax. He was hard and desperate, needing to move this on. He straddled Hyax’s legs, facing away from him so he would have the best view. For years most of his sexual relief had come from his own hand or toys, he’d not had a regular partner between Hyax and Oliver so Gwil knew how to please himself. This was about getting ready for Hyax, he wouldn’t bring himself off, he would get his pleasure with Hyax buried deep inside.
Gwil coated a couple of fingers and began to work them into him, the burn minimal and the sensation heightened by the noises Hyax made as he watched. The stretch was good. He’d never considered himself to be on the exhibitionist side, butwith Hyax as an audience, Gwil performed as well as the folks working the podiums at the Kitty-Fang-Club in Soho.
Gwil didn’t need more, what he needed now was Hyax. He wasn’t the most graceful of men but he managed to turn without falling off the sofa and scooted up so he was in the perfect position to ride Hyax.
“You’re fucking glorious,” Hyax panted as Gwil lowered himself onto his cock.
