Page 34 of The Nymph Prince
I didn’t know what the nymph was doing in there. He’d bathed before the feast, but perhaps he needed to freshen up?
Opening the door, I came face to face with Dathan, who I hadn’t met until then. I never used words such asadorableto describe any man, but the manservant was the exception. He was shorter than me by about three inches, had dark-blond hair that brushed the tops of his bare shoulders, and he had big honey-colored eyes.
“Evening,” he greeted with a smile, bringing forth a small vial made of purple glass. “For you and Prince Lorcan.”
My face heated at the implication. A true implication, aye, yet it was awkward that everyone knew what Lorcan and I were about to do. The strangest part of it was how okay they all were. In their world, sex was common, and like Lorcan had said, not something to be ashamed of. Still, it took some getting used to.
“Thanks,” I said, grabbing the purple vial.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Dathan put his hands behind his back and stared at me with a polite expression. I liked him.
“No, that’ll be all, Dathan,” Lorcan answered from behind me. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”
Dathan’s eyes grew large as he stared at Lorcan, and then he gave a quick nod of his head and walked away. Malik and Reif stood on each side of the door, their serious faces lacking all humor and all approachability. I gave them a final glance before shutting the door and turning around.
I nearly dropped the vial of oil. It was clear why Dathan’s eyes had widened.
Lorcan was naked, his toned body glistening with some kind of fragrant oil. He smelled like roses. All he wore was a thin, silver chain that hung around his neck, fell along his shoulders and chest, and dangled over his hips. The chain was delicate and somehow made him even more alluring. The way it lightly moved on his exposed skin was teasing.
I’d never once envied an object, but I would’ve killed to be that chain.
My mouth watered as I trailed my gaze down his lean body. Admiring him. No one had ever captured my attention like the nymph. His chest and abdomen shimmered with the oil and the sexy dips of his hip bones beckoned to me. Even lower my eyes traveled, and when I saw his cock hanging thick and heavy between his legs, my own wept.
“Speechless, mage?”
It took me a moment to realize he’d spoken.
“Why do you wear a chain?” I asked, barely able to speak around the tightness in my throat. I was suddenly burning up.
Lorcan stepped closer, gently swinging his hips in an enticing way. He knew the appeal he had on me. It was evident in the smile that lingered in the corner of his mouth. Once he was in front of me, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I believe the question youshouldbe asking, mage, is what do I intend to do with it?”
His breath tickled my neck and sent chills down my arms and legs.
The closeness of him enhanced his scent, taking away my ability to form a coherent reply. I didn’t know what he intended to do with the chain. I didn’t care, really. I just knew I needed to be wrapped around his slick, muscled body and in his bed, preferably pumping into his heat as he clawed my back.
“Well?” He pressed his face into the crease of my neck and placed a soft kiss there.
Such a simple gesture, but it nearly sent me to my knees. I could’ve been thrown into a pit of snakes and not even cared, just as long as his warm lips were on my throat. My body hummed in response to his proximity, and the connection that always let me know when he was near intensified.
Being in his presence right then was more satisfying than even my greatest of climaxes.
“Well, what?” I asked in a raspy voice.
“Ask me what I’m going to do with it.”
This was a side to Lorcan I hadn’t known existed. What happened to the nymph who’d been too self-conscious to turn into his merform around me? The one who took compliments with pink cheeks and shy smiles? The Lorcan before me was confident, sexy, and playful in his teasing.
I gulped. “What are you goin’ to do with it?”
Lorcan closed the gap between our bodies, and the feel of his hard cock pressing against mine through my breeches made me moan. I glided my palm along his smooth skin before resting my hand at the small of his back. I still held the vial of oil in the other.
“It’s a surprise,” he answered, nuzzling his face into my neck again.
When his teeth found my earlobe, I groaned and held him with a firmer hand.
“Why have me ask, if you weren’t goin’ to tell me?”
“Because,” he responded before kissing from my ear and along my jawline. “It pleases me to see you want me this much. No better way to get that than to tease you with mystery of what’s to come.”
