Page 42 of Princes of Sin
“Would it bother you if I said yes?” His cock twitches against my core, and I smirk.
“No. You’re not mine to claim, Astern Hackbolt.”
Fuck. Why do I want him to?
Before I can respond, he climbs off me and stands up. “I’m going to go make coffee.”
I continue laying on the couch for several seconds until he’s gone, and when I stand up, I realize the space between my legs is pulsing.
Don’t do it, I think–but before I can second-guess myself, I’m climbing the stairs two at a time. I knock on Otto’s door a few times, and he answers it squinting and shirtless.
“Astern? Is everything–”
I rush forward and kiss him, and without a second of hesitation, he growls and pulls me into his body.
“Well good fucking morning to me,” he grumbles before kicking the door closed. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Not what, but who,” I mumble, pulling my jumper off and unzipping my jeans. “Lachlan is a tease.”
Otto barks a laugh just as I toss my jeans off to the side. “Well, then I suppose we should be extra loud then.” I open my mouth to reply, but Otto rushes forward and presses me against the door. “Come on, darling. Let’s give the whole house a show.”
I throw my head back as he hoists me up and pushes my knickers to the side. “God,” I whimper, running my hand through his white blond hair.
“There’s no God in this room, Astern.”
Fuck.
He presses his cock against my center, and my mouth falls open when he pushes into me.
“Hold on, love,” he mutters, filling me to the hilt before pulling out slowly.
“Harder,” I gasp, one hand moving down to his arse in order to hold him closer.
“So bossy,” he purrs, thrusting back into me as hard as he can. The door groans under the pressure, and Otto grins. “There we go.”
He does it again–and again.
The door knocks against the hinges with each movement.
My body goes taut as he takes both hands and grips my arse, sliding my slick channel up and down his cock. The pressure is intense, and my eyes begin to roll back into my head when he roars, going still. It spurs on my own climax, and I roll my hips over his cock as my body starts convulsing. He’s watching me with icy grey eyes, enraptured, and I’m panting when he pulls out and lowers me to the ground.
“Feel better?” he asks, smirking as he grabs a cloth to clean us both up.
“Very.”
“He’ll come around,” Otto murmurs, walking over to me and gently wiping up the mess between my thighs. “Lachlan, I mean.”
I swallow as he gets on his knees, his long tongue sliding up my thighs as he looks up at me, as his hands grip my thighs.
“I’m not so sure,” I whisper.
“He will. Because he’s one of us.”
“Poor Alex,” I tease. “All left out–”
“Oh, Alex will come around, too. Trust me on that.”
I look down at Otto as he finishes cleaning me up and pulling my knickers back in place. When he stands, he bends down and kisses me on the forehead.
