Page 147 of His Prince

I will have him at my mercy.

Right now though, I feed him. My fingers slip between his lips, pressing against his tongue. I watch his throat move and bob, listen as he moans. It’s indecent. I’m glad we’re alone so I can whisper dirty, filthy things in his ear.

“I can feel your dick,” he says softly, turning around to grin at me, his own fingers slipping a piece of bread between my lips. “It’s hard.”

“It’s been far too long. I need to come.”

“Oh, sweet husband. I’ll take care of you, but not until you’re fully rested.”

I grumble my annoyance but let him continue to feed me, and I may or may not touch his dick often. I want to eat that too.

Eat his ass as well.

“I know that look, and no. If anyone is doing anything, it will be me servicing you,” Angel says sternly.

I grunt when he grinds down onto my dick once more. His movements and tough tone are only making me more insatiable.

“If you keep that up, there will be no stopping me, my little sinner. I will hold you down and take what I want.”

He looks back at me saucily, his eyes twinkling. “I’m pretty sure I could overpower you, Mikhail. You’ve lost all your muscles?—”

“I have not. I’m as strong as an ox.”

“More like a bunny, but I happen to like those. Or squirrels.”

“I’m not a fluffy rodent,” I grumble, and Angel giggles, the sound music to my ears. When I heard from the men how Angel was so distraught over my coma, how he wouldn’t eat or move from my side, it broke a little part of me.

Not to mention that his father had to leave suddenly, due to an issue back at home. He and Tatum took off as soon as they felt they could leave Angel. And Diablo, well, he lingered, eyeing me suspiciously, but he couldn’t deny how happy Angel was, how drastically he improved once I was no longer on death’s door.

Diablo finally left last week, threatening me when Angel wasn’t looking, but I took it in stride. They are twins after all.

And now all I want to do is make Angel happy, help him smile and love him.

“You’re not. You’re much more handsome than a rodent,” Angel says with a wide grin. “And even if you weren’t, I’d still love you.”

My fingers tighten against him, a breath, a pause.

“Good. You should love me. I almost died.”

Angel’s cheeks pinken, and I lean forward and press my lips to his.

“And I love you, little Angel. How I ever lived without you is beyond comprehension.”

“Mikhail—”

“Now, no more talk about love,” I say as I stand, pulling him into my arms and nearly falling to the floor from how weak my limbs are. Fuck, maybe I am like a bunny. A weak, furry creature.

“Mikhail, put me down. You’re going to fold like a cheap lawn chair.”

“I am not cheap, or a chair. I am a sturdy sofa,” I murmur as I stubbornly bring him to the bed and set him down. His hair is rumpled, his cheeks red, and his cock rock hard.

“Yes, my hot, sturdy sofa man,” Angel says with a grin as I descend on him, wincing at the pain in my shoulders as I go.

“Mikhail, please lie back. I know you’re horny, but you’re going to pull something. Let me take care of you,” Angel demands, and the pain in my chest forces me to do as he says. I lie on my back and he straddles me, his fingers slowly stripping me naked. By the time we’re both completely bare, I’m panting, my cock ready to explode.

“Hurry up,” I groan as he leans over me, his hair falling across his forehead, the fairy lights making him positively shine. He looks ethereal in this moment, sent from Heaven to save me.

“I think we’re going to take it slow,” he says and then presses a kiss to my lips. I savor it. I savor him and being alive.

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