Page 85 of Prince of the Northwest Forest
My studio apartment is pristine in the way I like it to be, with nothing here that I don’t need.
But it’s fucking lonely.
Besides the way I miss Kalle, there’s no noise of owls, no rustling of leaves, no firelight. Car headlights intermittently illuminate my window shades, and I can hear the neighbors’ television, but it’s just so … sterile.
Maybe I should watch porn and jerk off. I need to dosomethingto calm my mind. As I reach for my phone, there’s a confident but quiet rap on my door. I glance at the time. It’s almost midnight.
My eyebrows squish together. Who’s here this late? Daryl?
I get up off my bed, pad across the room, and squint through the peephole.
My heart leaps. It’s my prince. He’s clad in his customary cloak, but the hood is down. I’m proud of him for showing off his beautiful face.
I rush to unlock and open the door. “Hey,” I whisper.
“Can I come in?” Kalle whispers back, keeping his voice down for the neighbors, when I want to happily yellHe’s here!
“Absolutely.” I glance behind him. “Hi, Hazel. Martin.”
They both nod at me from the hall, and a giddy frisson flashes through me at the reminder that I can talk to them.
“We will wait for you outside, Your Highness,” Hazel says.
“Thanks,” I say. “It’s good to see you both.” Before I can say anything else, Kalle steps into my apartment, fumbles behind him to shut the door, and kiss-pushes me against the wall.
We kiss. And kiss. And kiss. His cheeks have some stubble on them, and he tastes like mint. Our tongues tangle, and I breathe in his familiar forest scent. My arms wrap around his waist and pull him to me, needing him closer than is physically possible. His leg slides between mine, and I rock against his hip.
“I missed you,” I whisper against his lips, grabbing his ass. “Even though it’s only been hours.”
He tangles his fingers in my hair, still kissing me. “I missed you, too.”
“I wanted to call or text or something,” I pant.
“You should have.” He pauses, and I miss his lips on mine. “Well, I don’t have a phone, but you can ask the birds to tell me …”
“I didn’t want them to know our business,” I admit, sucking on his neck. I’m getting fucking hard, and so is he.
Kalle grins. “Oh? What kind of business is that?”
“It’s between the two of us.”
“Firecats,” he curses, and then the Prince of the Northwest Forest gracefully drops to his knees before me.
I let out a whimper. “Kalle.” I’m so articulate.
Kalle reaches for the waistband of my sleep pants. “Let me show you how much I missed you.”
I nod rapidly, and Kalle chuckles. As he slides my pants and underwear down my hips, he says, “You’re so eager. It’s cute.”He hooks the waistband of my boxer briefs under my balls, my erection jutting up proudly.
Before I can respond with words, Kalle wraps his mouth around the head, sucking on it gently.
My knees tremble, and I run my fingers through his hair. “Fuck,” I rasp. “You feel so good on my cock.” I brace myself against the wall, needing the support.
Kalle doubles down, sucking me deeper into his throat and swallowing a few times.
I whine.
He starts stroking at the same time he sucks, and I’m getting close already. He’s reducing me to noises. He’s turning my entire body—except one part—soft and pliant.
