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“Fucking hell… do it!”
The feeling of sliding into Gwil was exquisite, his vampire physiology meant he was cooler than other humans or fae and Hyax loved the difference. He lost himself in the rhythm, stroking Gwil’s cock as he writhed against his bonds. Hyax had always loved sex, and with his connection to Gwil, sex was so much more. The heat rose in his belly, his wings vibrating as his orgasm built. There was nothing better.
Gwil cried out, his cum spurting over Hyax’s hand. Hyax picked up the pace, chasing his own climax and he reached his goal, gasping as he came deep inside the man he loved.
Several moments later, he was able to withdraw, but his head was spinning with delight. He banished away the ribbons and a quick cleaning spell removed any lingering residue.
He settled down next to Gwil and they exchanged a long, lingering kiss. “Love you,” Gwil said, his smile dopey.
“Mine.”
Hyax stroked his fingers over Gwil’s collarbone, his pale skin impossible for him to resist. His unadorned neck reminded him of the gift he’d intended to give Gwil, but he deserved to be presented with the collar in a special setting, and not have it feel like an afterthought.
He already had a place in mind.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Gwil let out his last appointment for the night. He’d spent several hours in his office seeing clients and working through the various open cases and planning their next steps. He had a load of invoices that needed to go out—he was behind and his lack of being on the ball annoyed him as he was usually up to date when it came to asking for payment, even if most of his clients were less diligent about paying him.
Hyax would be home soon. It had been a few weeks since the wedding, and apart from one public appearance with Metra, Hyax had kept his distance from his husband. He’d muttered something about keeping Friday free, which Gwil had noted but hadn’t been able to get any reason why he would need to. Given Hyax had been overly attentive of late, Gwil wasn’t about to argue, but the blond git was up to something.
He tidied away a stack of papers, locking them in a metal filing cabinet. One day he hoped to go paperless, but with some of his clients being older than the original printing press, they were set in their ways and weren’t going to enter the digital age any time soon.
The bell on the door announced a new arrival, and he turned to tell whoever it was to make an appointment and come backanother time unless they were about to lose a body part, but the words seemed to get stuck behind his teeth. Standing there was a man, well, a vampire, he hadn’t seen in decades. He hadn’t changed much, young-looking with a round baby face and owl-like glasses, and his brown hair neat with a centre parting. He was a short, compact man, whose fashion sense was lodged in the 1950s, right down to the brown suit and Windsor knot in his tie. Oliver Hoffman hadn’t changed at all.
“Oliver?”
“I heard on the grapevine you were looking for me.”
Not technically correct. Gwil had returned from the fae realm and contacted Solivatus, filling him in on what they had learnt from Metra and Copperpipe. He’d not been sure what to do, if he confronted Oliver it wasn’t going to change Hyax’s situation. “You’ve a nerve coming here.”
Oliver bounced on the balls of his feet, not appearing the slightest bit admonished. “You’re looking well. Having a fae prince as a partner must be good for you.”
“Pity you tried to prevent me from having that.”
Oliver chuckled and sat uninvited. “I did nothing that ultimately interfered with what you have with Prince Hyax. If anything, you’ve got the best of both worlds, here you are, Prince’s Beloved without any of the tedious wedding crap.”
“Some of us wouldn’t mind the wedding crap.” Part of the reason their relationship had fizzled out was because he and Oliver didn’t have the same ideas when it came to making a commitment, he hadn’t been unfaithful but hadn’t seen the need to make things official, which had led to a kind of stalemate and boredom.
“I’m sure you’ve other options. Doesn’t the title of Prince’s Beloved go some way to fulfilling those needs?”
Oliver had never been the romantic sort—it was why Gwil had doubted Oliver was still carrying a torch big enough for Gwilthat would cause him to spend more money than hundreds of average men would see in their lifetime. “I still didn’t want my boyfriend to marry someone who wasn’t me.”
Oliver shrugged. “Honestly, I didn’t think it was that big a deal.”
The oblivious bastard didn’t think of much beyond his fucking lab and experiments. He decided to change tactics. “Do you remember my sister, Penelope?”
Oliver winced, with good reason. “Of course. How is the delightful Dark Duchess of Linden?”
“Fucking pissed off. She thinks her brother’s ex bought a royal family in order to try and get him back.”
“Really? I never thought you two were that close.” Oliver shifted in his seat. Penelope had shared some choice words with Oliver over the years they’d been together. “As far as I was aware, you didn’t even go to her wedding.”
How did he know that? “Why are you keeping tabs on me?”
“Not tabs as such. We didn’t part as enemies, I’d never see you out of sorts.”
“But you see no issue marrying off my boyfriend to someone else. Oliver, please tell me Penelope wasn’t right, and you don’t want me back.”
