Page 27 of The Desert Prince's Jewel
CHAPTER TWELVE
RANBIR
Ihave royally underestimated the effect Mateo’s body would have on me, as I squeeze too closely to his backside, trying to listen in. The wood is too thick for Mateo to hear much of anything, and what I did hear was uninspiring at best. So I try to gather more, but even my hearing fails me as Dimitri and the stranger walk away.
It was things I already knew about illicit deals to launder money through the sale of art. These things are far too common for a criminal like Dimtri to be connected to the Viper’s Stone’s disappear, but I can’t shake the familiarity I felt for the nameless man. His voice didn’t carry any inflection as he carefully and methodically laid out their plan to trade a real portrait worth two million for a fake. And yet, somehow I felt as though I knew him.
How strange. Either way, as their voices grow dimmer as they walk away from the scene of their soon-to-be heist, I feel defeated about this whole night.
I’m no closer to restoring my family’s honor. Instead, I have given myself such a painful boner that my slit aches from the pressure, my human legs now a full-blown tail. It will be hard to walk once I get out of the closet, plus my pants are obliterated, pieces of fabric shrew on the floor. Clinging onto my magic for dear life will sting, and telling my friends I’ve failed will sting even worse. Rohan and Kunal will surely think the plan was doomed from the start.
Oh yeah,I think,and Mateo hates me again. I can’t forget that. Worse, he fears me. This night fucking sucks!
“Ahhh…” Mateo tries to stifle a moan of pleasure and fails miserably as I move to release him.
I freeze from my head to the tip of my tail as Mateo lets out a series of soft moans that threaten to be my undoing. But instead of doing what makes sense, untangling myself from his backside, I press in further, my hips moving against his soft ass as Mateo’s moans crescendo. My enemies aren’t far away, and even though I haven’t gleaned any useful information other than the name of a club, following them makes the most sense, with or without my bodyguards in tow.
Instead, I rock my hips to some invisible beat as Mateo matches my rhythm, thrust for thrust, like he’s riding me. Fuck! My movements become jerky, unable to stop the rumbling hisses tumbling from my chest, as Mateo attempts to stifle his moans as he presses his knuckles to his lips.
His neck is bare and ready to be bitten as I surge against him, and it takes everything in my body not to lift him, fold him in half, and ram into his hole like a madman.
“Ranbir!” he whimpers around his knuckles as he stills. “Please, you’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop. Getting freaky in the closet wasn’t on the agenda. Don’t we have some criminals to chase? Don’t you want to stop?”
“No,” I say, shocking myself with my boldness.
But just as quickly as doubt and uncertainty entered my body, they leave and are replaced by resolve so resolute that I stiffen my shoulders and draw them back like a soldier.
There’s no guarantee that if I follow them, the criminals will unveil something worthwhile to help me unravel the mystery of the missing stone and painting. Following them solo before my bodyguards reconvene with me tonight, as planned, might result in me losing my head. It makes more sense to wait, and why not expel this ravenous energy eating me up inside while I do?
I sigh with pleasure as I scent the air with my rapidly flicking tongue. He’s so turned on right now, maybe more than I am. Mateo’s scent mingles with my protective ward, heightening it, drowning me in the process.
“How experienced are you?” I blurt out as I pull away, just enough for him to spin in my arms, still seated on my tail.
Mateo gasps as my second set of arms materializes. I jerk off the remains of my shirt before my transformation ends, but I’m too late. At least I was able to kick off my shoes in time. There’s no use walking around with a bare chest, bare feet, and a bare ass just because I can’t control my magic; I was overcome with the desire to mate, so regardless of what makes sense, my only option now is to fuck this desire into Mateo and out of my body so I can regain my commonsense.
If he’ll let me, remember, he hates you again,I think, though I’m not too sure now as Mateo pants, clinging to me.
His dry mouth can’t seem to form a sentence for a while, staring at my arms, and then my slit, before shouting, “¿Dónde está tu pene!?”
I don’t have to be a polyglot to understand what he’s saying, even though I can understand Spanish. He’s inquiring about the location of my cocks as my smooth slit glistens with pre-cum forced through the pocket in the dim light, his gaze locked on it with wonder.
But I don’t have time to explain naga anatomy when I’m so close to bursting out of my shell, repeating, “How experienced are you?”
“I mean,” he begins, still eyeing my lower half in amazement, “I’ve taken dick before, if that’s what you’re asking. Just never with a magical guy, if you don’t count the street musician I slept with back in college who could do parlor tricks.”
I take note, his attempt at a joke landing flat with me. I suspected he had only slept with humans, and relief floods me from the fact that he said he took dick, not dished it out regularly, it seems. I don’t want to negotiate who is going to be on top, seeing as the only acceptable option is my cocks wedged inside of Mateo before the sun rises.
“Okay. Well, I’ll let you know. Fucking me will not be the same, but I’ll do my best to please you. I don’t want to hurt you. You won’t be able to walk if I do. It shouldn’t hurt, but it’s not like we have much to…”
I trail off as he dives towards the ground for his backpack, stumbling on my tail, before pulling out a suspiciously convenient bottle of lube.
“What?” he asks as I glare down at him. “What!? It comes in handy. And look, I don’t think they make Trojan XXXXXLs or I’d grab a condom too.”
I’m not mad that he’s carrying the lube; I’m glaring because that means he has a partner or partners he’s sleeping with regularly enough to carry it around during work. I refuse to get jealous since it isn’t my right, and focus instead on how good we will both feel with the extra lubrication, though I’m still going to take pleasure in stretching Mateo out. I want him wide and full to the bursting with the larger of my shafts tonight. All night, if I can manage to hold off blowing my load the second I’m inside of him.
“Hand it over, turn around, and present your ass,” I grumble, not liking this version of me who cares about my partners’ pasts or presents.
When have I ever given a damn? I was hopeful he wasn’t some wilting virgin. And yet here I am, pissed he seems to have a man.
