Page 10 of His Siren Prince
“Am I right? Or was it just talk?” I asked as I bent two fingers so I could circle the small ridge near his spine that seemed to make him cry out even louder.
“They aren't rumors,” he gasped, the points of his webbed claws digging into my shoulders. The sting was nothing compared to the many wounds I had sustained throughout my years, and no pain had made me feel as proud as this.
“Then, I already know what you want, don't I?”
Simply the sound of my voice brought shudders to his body. The rumors also said that the siren prince had slept with nearly every male in his nation, but no one had been worthy of him.
He was unlike me in so many ways - so why was I the one he came to if he could have anyone he wanted?
The solid foundation of my loyalty to my queen was already cracking as I wondered if I could really be his mate.
“Have you come here for my cum, Your Majesty?”
“I think you already know the answer to that,” he said before he tipped his head back and I took another chance to brush my lips over the soft front of his throat.
“Is this how you get pregnant?” I asked as I pressed against the ridge. “Or is it something else?” I stroked the full length, and he burst out with a cry. “Is this where you want me to fuck you?”
“That’s it, yes,” he gasped as he rolled his hips against my fingers. “That’s where I want you to bury your cock.”
“Do you enjoy it, Your Majesty?” I murmured against his cold skin before I kissed him again, still fascinated with how his gills responded. “You’re bucking against my fingers so wildly that it feels like your ass is doing all the work.”
He let out a shaky laugh. “And here I thought you were a pure knight of the realm? Who would have thought you had such a dirty mouth?
“Then will you deny your ass is asking for another finger?”
“Give it to me, Carrion,” he commanded in a way only a royal could.
His chin dipped so I could meet the amusement in his eyes as his lips curved into a smirk. He lifted his ass, and the sound of the slick releasing from him had us both groaning.
“I didn’t know that sirens wouldbe so wet,” I said.
“You should hear yourself,” he purred, his ears waving as he adjusted his hips. “If anything, I should be wetter from how fascinated you sound,” he said just as I thrust another finger into his hungry ass.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as I spread my fingers so he wouldn't miss out on a single inch.
My other palm slid downwards, and I didn't know what to expect as I dipped below his stomach. I hadn't seen a cock, but, from the way he curved his body, he definitely felt something.
Through the sheer fabric, my hand bumped against the thin vertical seam below his stomach.
He trembled the second I touched it. As I stretched out a single finger to run down the length, he burst out with a moan.
“Just there, Carrion,” he said as one hand left my neck to grip my hand, showing me exactly where to push against him. “I need to feel your fingers in here as well.”
His order made me want to follow him as I did with my queen.
The moment my bare skin touched the light blue folds of the seam, his high moan rang around us. He flung himself backwards, his hands landing on my knees as he arched his spine and tipped his head so that his long hair brushed my other wrist like a moonlit wave.
He ground on my fingers in his ass while rocking his hips so he could rub his seam against my hand.
“Does my prince like it when I touch you here?” I asked as I deliberately stroked one rough fingertip down one fold and up the other as slowly as I could. Slow enough that the weak cries that fell from him were all I could hear.
“You seem to enjoy torturing me, Carrion,” he said, panting as his body shook.
“Yes, it seems I like it very much. And I should know the body of the man I'm about to fuck, shouldn't I?”
Azul let out a choking laugh as I pressed my palm flat against his hip, giving me space to stroke his folds with the pad of my thumb.
“Are you more sensitive here?” I asked him as I hooked my thumb inside his seam, pulling a sharp shout from him.
