Page 29 of The Desert Prince's Jewel
“Bond. Oh no!” I say, flashing back to the day Rohan and Kunal bobbed after me like kids. Had they seen the truth beforeI had, so overcome by Mateo’s magical smile, that priceless and rare friendliness he exuded on that day we made amends?
Yes, yes, I did. And now I’m about to have my first time with my fated mate inside a fucking storage closet! I try to pull away, but Mateo clings to me in a place much more sensitive than my chest.
“What?” Mateo says, his hand wrapping around my smaller upper cock. “If you’re worried about these coming out to play, don’t be. Holy shit, you’re huge. So…”
A bolt of lightning can’t begin to describe the impact of my ward, my mark, touching my skin. Fuck it. There’s no turning back now. I can’t run around the museum naked and rock hard, too.
“Shut up and take mycock,Mateo Torres,” I emphasize the word he hates so much, to put some emotional distance between us, wasting no time in lifting him, balling his body up, and driving into his ass with my smaller cock.
His scream is muffled and drowned out by my chest as I surge inside of him, pushing too much inside too fast as I still. I know I look insane right now, fangs bared, pupils probably so narrow they’re swallowed whole by my irises. I need to slow down. I need to think. There’s no fucking way Mateo is my fated mate!
“Why did you stop, bastard! Oh fuck you weren’t lying when you said I won’t be able to walk,” he whimpers as I lay him down on my tail.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
I repeat that like a mantra to soothe myself, but it all goes to waste when I look at Mateo splayed around my waist. The bulge of his stomach is almost as tantalizing as the slight thrust of his hips, trying to seat himself fully on my cock and press his ass to my hips.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my breath hitching as his gentle rocking wedges my larger, lower cock more firmly between his cheeks. “You’re fucking crazy. We need to slow down, okay?”
“And you have no fucking finesse. So stop stalling and ram my ass, Ranbir, like you promised to do. Don’t keep me waiting anymore,” Mateo whines, clinging to my upper arms.
He feels like paradise as he clenches down on my engorged upper cock, my thicker, longer lower cock sliding back and forth between his perfectly sculpted ass faster as I rock slowly, in and out of him. Just the sight of Mateo so full and needy brings me dangerously close to spilling my seed like a hatchling.
“Ranbir!” he sobs, and a creak near the door forces my hand. It’s not a person, but damn it, we can’t get caught now in such a compromising position.
I stuff two fingers into his mouth to silence his sweet cries of pleasure, careful not to slice his tongue. I reach down with my lower set of arms to stroke his hard cock, and tweak his brown nipples. I glance over his shoulder and groan as a flash of light catches my attention. I hadn’t noticed it at first, the full-length mirror tucked against the wall and covered in dust between rows of supplies.
But now I do. And I can’t take my eyes off the sight. Mateo’s soft brown skin presses against my body, the green and brown scales of my tail tangle against his thick thighs and wide hips and sensually firm ass. He’s perfection. Absolute seduction. And I finally have him pinned down and at my mercy.
“Fuck,” I groan, not liking how I’m picking up his bad habit of swearing all the damn time. But I can’t help myself as I force my cock deeper, thrusting faster until, with a unified moan, I’m seated fully inside him.
“Oh, dammit, Ranbir, you’re so fucking big,” he groans, thighs trembling.
Mateo’s eyes are begging me to ruin him for any other man, magical or mortal. And I want to. Gods above and below, I want to fuck him until he can’t walk, until the imprint of my cock has reshaped him from the side out. But I can’t. What we’re doing is already incredibly risky. Dangerous, even as I’m pulled into an almost feral state from the mark on his wrist. The fact that Mateo trusts me enough to lock us inside a closet again is fragile at best. I don’t want to ruin this. I don’t want to squander my second chance. I don’t want the first time with my mate to be here, outside of the safety of my nest. And yet, here we are.
And maybe that’s why it’s so incredibly hot, the chance we may get caught,I think, then groans my pleasure as he clenches around my girth.
I tug on his hips, then encircle his waist with my lower set of hands, holding up Mateo’s entire body weight so he’s suspended on my throbbing shaft. He squeals as I flick my hips in a maddening pace, ramming him so deeply the tightness aches. But I can’t stop, like a naga possessed by an enchantress’s spell. I won’t stop until he’s filled.
And it doesn’t take long to reach a state of bliss, squeezing him so tightly I crush the air from both of our lungs as I cum. My load is heavy, my full-body orgasm pure ecstasy. By the time I come back down to Earth after floating in the stars, Mateo has long since stopped cumming, but he’s still trembling like he is. Our lips hover much too closely before Mateo pulls away. We rest in the mess we’ve made until Mateo finally demands that I let him down.
I do, reluctantly. I’m satisfied by the slickness that whooshes through the air as I pull out, my essence dribbling down his shaky legs. Mateo stumbles, cursing, as he reaches into his bag and pulls out a copious amount of wet wipes, “Next time we’re getting naga-sized condoms. I don’t know how or where, but we are, Ranbir. And you’re carrying me home.”
Next time.
He’s flippantly making such a tantalizing promise, and it sets my soul at ease. I grin ear to ear, imagining a much better redo of what’s already been a world-shattering night. I uncoil and allow Mateo to wipe me off, to,o as my cocks retract. I don’t miss the glances he sneaks at the smooth pocket as he finally finishes, pulls his pants and shoes on, and struggles to button his shirt and vest.
“What were you after tonight? I don’t think it’s the paycheck,” I ask, and I strike a nerve as his shoulders bunch up, holding his shirt and a button mid-air, and mid-movement.
“My parents, my birth parents. They ran a small local art museum,” he begins as I force my blood to coil and my magic to surge through my veins, transforming into a human man.
“They were killed. Many years ago. A decade ago. My new family, friends of my parents, took me in, and treated me…” he trails off, shaking the haze from his eyes.
“Anyway, it didn’t take long to figure out they may have been the reason my parents died that night. I still remember my father pleading for my mother’s life. I can’t get over it. I want answers. I figured Dimitri or some rich bastard would have information. Maybe I’d overhear something. A ridiculous plan, I know, but it was my plan,” he admits. “But I suppose a prince has something better?”
My brows furrow, “You were there?”
Mateo shoots me a miserable, lopsided grin, “And quiet. Very quiet in the locked cabinet until the monsters disappeared. Only I couldn’t get out until the cops came.”
