Page 92 of The Nymph Prince
As he climaxed, I watched the euphoria cross his handsome face: the small opening of his mouth and the crease in his forehead. His cock sputtered his release as he moaned and dug his nails into my back.
Pressure built in my balls as I continued thrusting, drawing more pleasured whimpers from him. And then I was joining him, adding my own moans to the mix.
Afterward, I rolled to my back and draped an arm across his shoulders, pulling him to my chest. He kissed my collarbone before settling in, his head over my heart.
“Alek?” His fingers slid up and down my stomach. It was soothing. “Am I enough for you?”
“What?” I tilted his face up so I could see his eyes. “Of course you are. Why ask such a silly question?”
Lorcan shrugged. “You enjoy both men and women, do you not?”
“Aye, I do.” Still, I didn’t see his point.
“Do you miss the touch of a woman?” he whispered, averting his eyes from mine.
“Do you?” I asked. He’d told me he’d bedded a few women before realizing he favored men more.
“No. All I want is you.” He sighed and placed his head back on my chest. “I just know you don’t feel the same as I do. You’re drawn to me, but where your heart says to surrender, your brain refuses to. My body craves you and only you…but I know not about the cravings of yours.”
There was my chance to say I loved him. To confess my love for him. But I didn’t. I feared that once I said the words he’d be taken from me.
I wasn’t meant to be happy.
“Rest assured that mine only craves you, as well, nymph.” I kissed the top of his head.
“I love you, Alek.”
The words were there on my lips. I closed my eyes, took a breath, and instead responded with, “We should sleep. Dawn comes early.”
Lorcan was still for several heartbeats before snuggling closer against me. Later, I was nearly asleep when I thought I felt something wet land on my skin. Before I could consider it further, I welcomed sleep.
The next morning, we awoke to rain pounding against the windows. The sky was dark and the black clouds rumbled. Lorcan believed it to be an ominous sign, that we’d somehow angered the gods.
“Well, tell your father not to be angry,” I’d responded, standing near the balcony door and looking out over the kingdom. I found a certain calm in storms and didn’t place some symbolic meaning to the one raging outside.
“Very funny, mage,” Lorcan said in a dry tone. “How nice it is for you to have quips this early in the morning.”
“Have you ever met any other gods?” I turned from the window to look at him.
He was a little spitfire that morning, and I didn’t know why. He ignored my question at first, but after a minute or so passed, he sharply exhaled. “No, I haven’t met any others. Father has told me of them, though. Zeus, in particular, angers easily.”
“So are you in a tizzy right now because you fear the wrath of Zeus?”
Lorcan barged toward me. “No, you ass, I’m angry atyou.”
“Me? Why?”
He balled his hand into a fist and thumped it against my chest. He put little force behind the hit. “Because you’re an ass! That’s why.”
When he tried walking away, I grabbed his arm. “Oh, no. You’re not goin’ anywhere ‘til you say why you’re angry with me.”
“It matters not.”
I hated the empty look in his eyes.
“Lorcan…” I reached to touch his face, but he batted my hand away. “What have I done? Was I too rough last night? Are you in pain?”
“The only pain I feel is the one in my chest.” His usually smooth voice cracked on his words. “You give me your body and your loyalty, but not your heart, Alek. Not once have you ever said it back to me when I confess my love to you. I’m just…” A tear escaped his eye as he turned his head to the side. “I’m just tired is all. Forget we had this discussion.”
