Page 52 of A Court of Bones & Sorrow

Every inch of that man was perfection, and I still remembered what it felt like to have his cock moving inside me. My resolve at keeping my hands to myself and maintaining distance would likely crumble if I saw all of him. I’d never really understood the appeal of hate fucking before, but that glimpse of his muscled chest earlier had definitely made me reevaluate my stance on that.

“You’re thinking about hate fucking me, aren’t you?” Draven drifted in front of me, a smirk stamped on his lips and his striking black-and-silver hair floating around him in the water.

“No,” I said lightly. “I was thinking about drowning you, but then your ugly corpse would mess up my favorite swimming hole.”

“Please.” He smiled. “We both know my corpse would be gorgeous.”

I laughed before I could stop myself, and his smile widened.

Then something flickered across his face faster than I could catch it before his smile faded and he swallowed. “I know you have every reason to distrust me. To hate me.”

“I do.” I watched him warily as we treaded water around each other.

“You need to know that—” He cut off his words as he winced sharply, as if he’d been struck by something.

“Drav?” Concerned filled me as I swam closer to him, sweeping some of his hair away from where it had been plastered to his face.

Bottomless blue eyes watched me with such sadness that I wanted to shake the truth out of him. The anger, the hurt, the fear, all of it fell away in an instant as I stared at him in this moment.

“Everything about me is a lie, Kier,” he said desperately. “Half the words out of my mouth are lies. My past, present, and future are all lies crafted byher, but this”—he placed his hand over my heart—“this was always real.”

Then he yanked me to him, and our mouths crashed against each other. I didn’t even try to fight it; I just tangled my fingers in his hair and clutched him to me, our legs kicking in the water to keep us afloat. Draven parted his lips, and my tongue delved in. Fuck, I’d missed the way he tasted.

There’d always been something wild about Draven, different from other Moroi. He reminded me of the woods on a dark night. Dark and powerful and a little terrifying.

He groaned into my mouth when I pulled his hair a little rougher, then I felt his hard cock against my stomach, and when his hand slipped under the water to grip mine, my legs faltered and I almost slipped under. He chuckled and directed me over to the edge of the pool where several flat rocks rested in the water.

I intended to flip us so Draven was sitting on the stairs because I wanted to feel him come apart on my tongue, but just as my fingers gripped his hard length, stroking it once, he growled, “I want you first.”

“You don’t get everything you want, princeling.” I snorted and tried to shove him up onto the stones, but the bastard twisted out of my grip and lifted me out of the water. Before Icould slide back down, he jerked my legs apart and slid my cock into his mouth.

No teasing. No playful licking. He just swallowed me whole.

“FUCK!” I screamed as my dick hit the back of his throat and his fingers dug into my thighs. How had I forgotten Drav had zero gag reflex? I raised my head so I could watch him draw back. This time, he did swirl his tongue around my head before licking off the bit of precum that’d already formed.

His wet hair hung around him, the silver more of a dark grey now, looking every inch the wicked prince that he was, and it made my cock twitch in his grip.

“I love it when you look at me like that,” he purred.

“Like what?” I said in a strained tone as he sucked the tip of my cock back into his mouth and released it with apop.

“Like youseeme.” Thin red lines raced through his deep blue eyes. “And want me anyway.”

He didn’t wait for me to respond, and I moaned as he took me all the way into his mouth again. My fingers twisted around that gorgeous hair, and I bucked my hips as I shoved his head down. His grip tightened on my thighs as he spurred me on, loving the brutal pace I was setting for him.

I watched his head bob up and down on my cock, and when his teeth lightly grazed my skin, I saw stars for a moment as my balls started to tighten.

“Fuck, Drav,” I ground out. “I’m close.”

My words only encouraged him as he hollowed out his cheeks until it felt like I was halfway down his throat. Then one of his hands left my thigh and cupped my balls a second later, fingers rubbing against them exactly the way I liked.

I threw my head back as I thrust up into Draven’s perfect mouth and came down his throat. He sucked down every last drop before sliding up and down my cock a few more times as I continued to tremble in his grasp.

“Moonsdamn it all.” I panted and let my head fall back ashe finally released me. “This was not what I’d planned when I asked you to come for a ride.”

“Oh?” I could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he climbed up my body until he was above me and staring into my eyes. “And what type ofridewere you hoping for?”

I raised my head and kissed him, enjoying tasting myself on his lips. “I don’t regret this . . . but it doesn’t change anything either, does it?”

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