Page 17 of Bleeding for the Prince
“You’re so fucking impatient.” But Gwil pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his pale chest. He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and inched them down, releasing his cock, standing proud from a patch of dark curls.
He’d reached the edge of his patience; he wanted to be inside Gwil. “On the bed. Now. On your hands and knees.”
Gwil took his sweet time to crawl onto the bed, but with Gwil’s arse in the air, Hyax couldn’t hold back any longer. He muttered a cleansing and lubrication spell, making Gwil swear under his breath.
Hyax knelt up behind Gwil and stroked his arse, a glorious sight, and Hyax was more than aware of how lucky he was to call Gwil his. He slid in a finger, knowing the spell was already doing part of the job of getting Gwil ready for him, but he wouldn’t let his magic have all the fun. Gwil moaned like a whore as he worked him open. He wanted to scratch and itch, bang Gwil and maybe later go again, but more gently and not now.
He knew Gwil’s body so well, didn’t need to be told he was ready, and he withdrew his fingers. With another whispered spell, he covered his cock with lube and pressed inside. Gwil’s long appreciative moan echoed his own sentiments.
Hyax lost himself in Gwil, his vampire nature making him slightly cooler than the other lovers he’d had over the years, but he was delicious and tight. All it took was a few tugs to Gwil’s cock to have him coming and Hyax rode him to chase his sweetrelease. His orgasm hit him hard, a sea of stars crashing through him.
He withdrew carefully, pulling Gwil into his arms. “Fuck, I love you.”
Gwil nuzzled closer. “You’re my everything. And if you react that way every time I get new clothes, you need to take me shopping more often.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gwil hadn’t thought he would have heard so soon from Hyax’s people about an etiquette tutor, but Hyax had received a spark message, and here he was in a fancy reception room in the fae palace waiting for someone called Opali.
“Don’t look so worried,” Hyax said. “I don’t know them personally, but Opali worked with Qual, and you should know my sister is very picky, so you’re in good hands.”
He’d only met Hyax’s sibling on a couple of occasions, and she and her brother were cut from the same cloth, so Hyax didn’t have the right to call her picky. If this Opali had been around long enough to make a fae princess behave, they had to be some elder with draconian ways, and Gwil would be at their mercy.
The fae who let himself into the room was not who Gwil had been picturing. Where Gwil had thought they’d be old and wizened, instead he was stunning, almost as attractive as Hyax.
“Your Majesty, Mr Hilt,” he said with a bow. “I am Sage Opali. May I say it is an honour to have been selected to support you in this matter.”
By the look of Hyax’s expression, he was similarly surprised. “Thank you for your help.”
“I don’t imagine we’ll need more than a few lessons,” Opali said. “In my experience, it’s more a matter of reassurance and confirming the obvious.”
“I know you’ve worked with my sister, but I wasn’t aware of the nature of your assistance.”
“Oh, it wasn’t Princess Qual directly, but her new harem members. I tend to work with those who have adjacent duties. The senior tutors would take care of your direct family members, Your Highness.”
“I need to make this clear: Gwil is not a harem member.” Hyax wasn’t happy, but Gwil thought his reaction to be a bit OTT. “His etiquette needs would be rather different.”
Gwil thought he might have missed something important.
“Oh, er, yes. I understand that, Your Highness. And I was not intending to cover any of the physical guidance or inter-partner protocols. I know that as Prince’s Beloved, he is the senior member of your harem.”
“I do not have a harem, and I don’t intend to,” Hyax said. It had been a bit of a touchy subject, but there was no point in having a go at Opali, who was only trying to do his job. Although by the sound of it, there was part of being an etiquette tutor Gwil had never thought existed, and he was intrigued about how much physical guidance Opali gave to them.
“Apologies, Your Highness, I didn’t mean to infer anything untoward, only that the Prince’s Beloved would always outrank anyone, if there were others to outrank.”
Hyax had a bit of a jealous streak at times, but Opali had done nothing wrong and Gwil didn’t think Hyax’s reaction fair. “I have to deal with him all on my own,” Gwil said, trying to interject a bit of humour.
Hyax scowled. “I’m sure that’s the sort of thing you’ll learn not to say about a prince in front of his servant.”
Gwil knew his sense of humour wasn’t always appreciated. “Yeah, you’re probably right, and I should get started, so I don’t risk saying something that’s actually rude about you.”
“I will make myself available to suit Mr Hilt’s calendar. I assume, Your Majesty, you won’t be joining us.”
“It wasn’t my intention,” Hyax said. “But I will escort Mr Hilt to the palace and then return with him to London after each session.”
Opali smiled. “I could do that if you wish.”
Gwil didn’t think Hyax would allow that based on his reaction to who Opali usually worked with. “That won’t be necessary.”
