Page 23 of His Summer Prince

“Stop worrying,” Elior mumbled against his mouth.

“I wasn’t thinking about the—”

“I don’t care. If you don’t stop, I’m going to start doubting my effect on you, and you don’t want to dent my confidence, do you?”

“No…”

Elior rocked his hips tentatively, and blood shot into Wren’s cock. Oh fuck. The sweet pressure of Elior’s weight combined with his flowery scent overpowered him. All thought left hismind. There was no stopping his cock from rising.

“Elior,” he cautioned, but his warning fell on deaf ears. Elior kissed his jaw, then dipped lower, warm lips seeking Wren’s neck. They latched onto that sensitive spot below his ear, and Wren gasped when a hot tongue licked across his skin. More blood rushed south. “Elior… I’m going to…” He couldn’t get himself to say it. He didn’t need to because a second later, Elior pushed against him, and Wren’s erection pressed into Elior’s lower abdomen, rejoicing at the pressure, leaking precum inside his trousers. If Elior didn’t stop, he’d make a mess again.

Lust washed through the bond, and it wasn’t Wren’s. He now knew the difference. Oh God.

Elior lifted his head, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as his shawl slipped off his shoulders. “You like it.”

“Of course I like it.”

“Good,” Elior said, the smile in his voice thick with satisfaction. He pressed against Wren’s cock, drawing a breathless moan from him. His fingers went to the laces of Wren’s shirt, tugging at them until they came loose and the garment gaped open, exposing his pale, lightly freckled skin to the cool evening air and to Elior’s gaze. His nipples hardened, and Wren dropped a restrained grunt when Elior’s hand snuck underneath his clothing, taking a pebbled nub between his fingers. He rolled and flicked it, each nudge shooting straight into his cock, which twitched in response.

Wren itched to explore Elior. He slid his hands higher, clasping that trim waist. Elior made a humming sound, and Wren held him tighter, letting him feel his strength.

“Yes,” Elior pressed out, the sweetest sound. Wren wanted to squeeze the pleasure from him. He wrapped his arms around Elior, forcing him onto him. They kissed, and Wren parted his legs further, letting Elior sink deeper between them.

Something poked him, and Wren shivered when he realizedwhat it was: Elior was hard for him. The bond swelled with need, and before there was time to think, they were rutting against each other, seeking relief from the urgency mounting in their loins.

Pleasure flowed, causing Wren to jerk and drool inside his trousers. It didn’t matter that there were layers of clothing between his cock and Elior’s, the mere fact that they were rubbing against one another had Wren’s inner muscles tightening in need. He gripped Elior with arms, legs and lips, caging him from below, hungrily feeding on the sexual energy sluicing into the bond.

He raked a hand through Elior’s hair, fisting those silky strands. “There are things I want to do with you.”

“Oh?” Elior sounded out of breath, and Wren couldn’t help the pride blooming in his chest. He could barely believe having Elior on top of him. “Yes, be smug about getting the fae all flustered, human.” There was no bite in those words, only affection and smoldering desire. “I can’t wait to find out what it feels like when you unravel.”

A pang of guilt stabbed Wren, and he let go of Elior’s hair, those soft locks slipping through his fingers. He knew what it felt like, had stolen a moment of quiet intimacy from Elior.

“What’s wrong?” Elior asked, stilling. “Did I say something—”

“No.” Heat crept into Wren’s cheeks. He couldn’t tell Elior he’d secretly listened to him as he’d jerked off. Except, of course he could. “The day we entered the soulbond… at night… when you… I…”

Elior stared at him, horror widening his eyes. “You were awake. I thought you’d…”

“I was about to drift off when that surge of lust came over me and swept me away. It took me a moment to realize it was you. I…”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were awake. If I’d known, Iwould’ve never…”

Wren stroked Elior’s back, calming his fears. “No, please don’t worry about that. It was my fault. I should’ve made some noise to let you know I was awake. Instead, I lay there like a pervert, listening to you. Feeling you.” Mortified at his confession, Wren averted his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Like a pervert?” The amusement in Elior’s voice had him glancing up.

“Uhm, sorry I did that?”

“I like it when you’re being a pervert. Did you enjoy yourself?”

Wren’s cheeks had to be glowing like the embers in the fire. He buried his face in the crook of Elior’s neck and clung to him, basking in the reassurance flowing into him. “Yes?”

“How did it feel?”

“Bloody fantastic,” Wren mumbled into Elior’s neck. “It was like you were touching me. I felt the shadow of each stroke on my cock. Nothing had ever felt that good. I couldn’t bear the thought of you stopping. That’s why I kept quiet.”

“So that you could lie back and bask in it?” A smug note crept into Elior’s words. “That’s what you did, isn’t it?”

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