Page 127 of A Crown of Lies

Aryn swallowed and looked down between them. “With you, yes. But there are rules. It has to only be you, Niro. I have no interest in Saya. Mercia is the only woman I will ever love, and I still love her with all that I am. But there is a side of myself I have never been free to explore. I want that chance, and Mercia is so gracious and perfect, Niro. She’s willing to give it to me, and I’ll give the same to her. But if you’re expecting—”

“I expect nothing more than you are willing to give,” Niro said and kissed him again.

The kiss started out soft and slow, a tentative, hesitant exploration, as if they were testing each other. Then Niro gripped Aryn by the collar and leaned in, and everything changed. The kiss became a battle, a tangle of restless tongues and a barrage of claiming teeth. Aryn bit into Niro’s bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark. The other elf let out a grunt that quickly became a pleasured groan as Aryn sucked on the bite mark. Niro tangled his fingers in Aryn’s hair, forcing him to tilt his head up. He leaned in heavier, giving Aryn the choice of either folding or walking back. He chose to walk backward until his shoulders hit the solid wall.

Aryn tensed as Niro’s hand went around his throat like before, but he didn’t close his fingers to put any pressure. Some deep, fucked up part of Aryn wanted him to squeeze off his air, if only for a second to mimic that dizzy high of pleasure, but he didn’t voice it. Instead, he searched lower with his hands, finding the hidden ties in the front of Niro’s tunic. He clawed at them, undoing them enough that he could slip his hands through the slit. His fingers twitched against the smooth, taut skin of Niro’s stomach, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to feel more of him.

Niro’s tunic fell open. Aryn rushed to touch him everywhere, as if he could somehow memorize the feel of him in a few short moments. He pushed his tongue deeper into Niro’s mouth, pinning his tongue like it was a victory. Niro moaned in response and it sent a pulse of ravenous need through Aryn, enough that he nearly tore the tunic trying to get it over Niro’s shoulders.

Niro palmed Aryn’s cock through his pants, making his hips jerk. He smiled against Aryn’s lips before he broke the kiss and panted out, “How far do you want to go?”

“As far as you want to take it.” Aryn’s voice was so thick with lust that he barely recognized it. His cock had gotten distractingly hard. It was taking everything in him not to grind against Niro’s hand, just to have some friction. Instead, he focused on pulling his tunic over his head.

“Thank the gods,” Niro growled and shrugged off his tunic the rest of the way.

Aryn got only a glimpse of his sculpted chest before Niro dropped to his knees and started to undo Aryn’s belt. He sucked in a breath, watching Niro’s hands work, unsure of what to do. He hadn’t been expecting… Well, he hadn’t known what to expect, but for Niro to go immediately to his knees was certainly not it. With the way Niro had so relentlessly pursued him, Aryn had expected Niro to prefer the top role. It was difficult for Aryn to be disappointed, especially once Niro got his cock free and immediately licked down one side and up the other.

“Fuck,” Aryn spat, gritting his teeth. He flexed his hands into fists before forcing them to relax. “Shit.”

“Mmmm,” came Niro’s amused reply.

Aryn shuddered as Niro swirled his tongue around the sensitive head of his cock before sucking it between his lips. He watched Niro bob his head up and down, panting with disbelief.Holy fuck, he’s sucking my cock. The future Primarch of the elves is on his knees, sucking my cock! And fuck, he’s good at it.

If he’d had any sense left in his head, he might’ve felt a little proud. The most powerful elf in the world didn’t go to his knees for just anyone. They should’ve been lying down together, or atop one another. That’s how it was supposed to be done. Kneeling was still an incredible taboo. For the future Primarch to do it was unthinkable. It was inexplicable.

It was…exquisite.

Aryn threaded his fingers through Niro’s hair, pausing when he met the resistance of his braid. He stared down at the inky black threads his fingers had sunk into, trying to form a coherent thought. Niro looked up at him through thick, dark lashes and Aryn quickly gave up trying to make sense of anything.

Gods above, he was perfect. Not soft and beautiful like Mercia was, but Niro had a power to him that Aryn could not look away from. An orbital pull that drew other powerful people to his side in a way Aryn could not explain, but that he loved. Being next to Niro was like flying close to the sun, and he had to be careful not to get burned.

Niro closed his eyes again and swallowed Aryn to the root.

Aryn gasped, gathering tight fistfuls of his hair as he felt Niro’s throat work around him. “Niro!”

Niro’s response was a low growl. He retreated back up Aryn’s length to shower him briefly with hot kisses while toying with Aryn’s balls using his free hand. “Will you cum for me like this?” Niro licked a bead of precum from Aryn’s tip. “I want to drink you down so I can dream of your taste later.”

“Yes,” Aryn rasped.

Niro grinned and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants, jerking them down. His cock sprang free. Aryn’s mouth watered at the sight of it, but he didn’t get to stare for long. Niro quickly went back to work with even more determination.

I’m not going to last at this rate. It was a wonder he’d lasted as long as he had. If he hadn’t fucked Mercia right before they parted to get ready, he might not have. Niro was determined, and once he set his mind to something, he was all in.

Aryn tipped his head forward, mesmerized at the sight of Niro fisting his own hard cock while loudly sucking on Aryn’s. Niro’s eyes fluttered up, and he sprouted a proud grin before the suction increased. Aryn bit down, holding in a shout that would have brought people running, the sensation so intense it was indescribable. He snarled down at Niro, but the growl only made Niro moan and suck him deeper.

Firm fingers curled around Aryn’s hipbones and pushed back firmly. He reached up, freeing Aryn’s hands from his hair and pinning them to the wall. Aryn shuddered as teeth scraped gently along the underside of his shaft and let out a curse in Elvish, one without translation.

He ached with the need to thrust into Niro’s throat, but he couldn’t, not with the way Niro was holding him. Perhaps Niro was the one on his knees, with Aryn’s cock in his mouth, but he was also very much in control. Aryn was helpless.

The realization that he was should have filled him with fear. Instead, there was only an expanding ecstasy.

“Fuck, Niro!” he rasped, his voice almost unrecognizable. He turned his head aside and wished he had something, anything, to bite down on.

Pleasure rushed up on Aryn, almost unexpectedly, and hit hard. His hips bucked hard enough it nearly threw Niro backward and off balance. The weight let off Aryn’s hands slightly, but he didn’t move, couldn’t move other than to shudder and twitch uncontrollably, spilling into Niro’s hungry mouth.

Niro stayed where he was until Aryn was weak, boneless, and certain Niro’s hands were the only thing holding him up. Then he kissed his way back up Aryn’s body and seized his mouth in a brutal, claiming kiss. Aryn let out a low groan as their tongues twisted again, this time with the salty taste of Aryn’s release all over Niro’s.

When they parted, Aryn was sweating and panting. Niro grinned and lifted Aryn’s hand, palm up. He spat into Aryn’s palm before placing Aryn’s hand around his cock. His touch was demanding, but his tone was thick and silky as he leaned into whisper in Aryn’s ear. “Will you help me finish, little bird? It feels like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for you to touch me like this.”

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