Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
But Hawk isn’t intimidated by my status, nor by the bargain we’re going to soon make official, and as he plays with my hole, teasing it and entering it with his tongue, my muscles relax, ready for… something.
Something I know I shouldn’t be allowing if I am to keep even a shred of myself to bargain with.
I’m a panting mess. Wet, with my cock dripping pre-cum, flushed as if I’ve stayed out in the sun, and with my legs spread open. The tickle of his stubble on the insides of my buttocks is driving me up the wall, and it’s hard to deny how badly I want more. How I want to be under him. How I want him to take charge of my body.
It’s everything I’ve been taught is a weakness. I should be in control of the situation, I should be predicting the moves others may make and anticipate what reaction I should have to them.
“I’m… I…” I whisper like some beast in heat, unsure what I even want to communicate. That I’m so aroused I might come at any moment? That I’m afraid taking his cock will hurt? That I think he’s the most mesmerizing man I’ve ever met?
Frankly, I don’t know what I want, and a part of me needs for him to make all those decisions for me.
He teases me in fast, frequent licks while drawing on the skin between my thighs, and I bite the inside of my cheeks to keep in the noise growing in my throat as my blood is saturated with ecstasy. Soon, I see a glimmer under my eyelids, like during that one party with fairy dust, which I awoke from in the cold garden.
I rock my hips, stabbing myself on my future Dark Companion’s tongue, and each swing my cock makes through the hot, damp air feels like a caress bringing me closer to finishing. I whine, reaching down to touch myself, but Hawk slaps my hand away and grabs the base of my cock, squeezing it hard enough for my brain to stall.
“Not yet, pretty prince,” he whispers before nipping my buttock. He rises behind me without warning, and then pulls me close, so his hard cock presses to my back.
My mind is a blank slate. Instead of scheming and plotting, all I want to do is… purr. As if I’m one of Mrs. Moor’s cats and just want to be petted.
“No?”
My self-control is on the brink of dissolving altogether. Hawk only makes any thinking harder when his fingers find my nipples and pinch them gently. I’m ashamed of how much I want my hole teased again, but he kisses my nape and whispers.
“Wait for me in bed.”
I want to protest, say that I planned for him to sleep on the floor, but I nod and walk out of the shower on legs like seafoam.
“But… you will come, right?” I ask, glancing at the thick shadow he casts on the wall. It turns toward me, black and pulsing, and I hear Hawk speak.
“Give me three minutes, princeling. I’ll soon be back to serving you. And yes, I will come.”
Chapter 5
Hawk
There’s so many things people don’t value enough until they’re no longer accessible, but I’ll never again take warm showers for granted. For the first time in years, I can just relax and massage my scalp with fresh-smelling foam as warm water drips down my body and washes away the fatigue of half a decade. I get to brush my teeth in peace, and hell, I even use some face cream. I’m not quite renewed yet, but it’s a start, and by the time I switch off the water, I’m ready to serve the prince all night long.
At this point, there’s probably a manhunt out for me, but it’s not like anyone’s gonna search for me in a random guy’s bedroom. Maybe an escape north is going to be easier if I wait out the initial rush of attention? I wrap a towel around my hips, pick up our scattered clothes, and peek into the corridor. Thankfully, I can’t hear or see any indicators that Sylvan’s landlady… who’s probably his mom, awoke so I return to his room, rolling my bare feet over the wooden floor.
It’s showtime.
I can’t believe I had enough self-control to send him to the bedroom after rimming him so thoroughly, but I want to savor him. His body is more perfect than I could have imagined, a work of art sculpted in pale marble. Sylvan is so malleable too, putty in my hands. When his cheeks flushed pink, pointy ears twitching, I could have eaten him alive. I want to squeeze, pinch, hear him moan, see him lose his composure until he’s a beautiful mess, begging for my dick.
I walk into the room engulfed in green illumination coming from a lava lamp in Sylvan’s hands and the moonlight behind him.