Page 8 of The Shadow Prince's Ruin
“I’m sure we can work something out,” I say and place my hand on his thigh before moving it up, closer to his groin.
I can’t get enough of how fast he blushes, how his eyes widen a little. I can almost sense his skittish heartbeat.
“Is that what you would like in exchange? My body?” he whispers the last words, and his grip on my hand becomes stronger.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
I slide my fingers between his thighs, and my toes curl at the warmth I sense. “There’s nothing I want more, Your Highness,” I whisper and pull his hand up to my lips, because I am committing to this role fully.
Those pointy ears of his twitch, and that has to be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. When I press my knuckles against his cock, I sense it stiffening.
He lets go of me and unbuttons the top of his shirt, revealing a slim silver collar covered in dark engravings, no doubt part of his elf-persona-thing. “Do you see this abomination?”
I nod, already tempted to grab it, because I’m certain he’s wearing it for a reason.
“Until I get it off my neck, I cannot bind your shadow to me. But I know of a grimsmith who can take it off. I fear I am not as capable in your world as I would wish to be, so I only toyed with the idea of paying him a visit. Do you know of a town called Boston? That’s where he resides.”
That’s… elaborate for a sexual fantasy, but whatever gets this beauty off. “Oh, the legendary Boston Blacksmith. Yeah, I heard of him, my prince. We can go see him.”
When we pass a green neon sign mounted on the roof of a bar, Sylvan’s eyes glisten like two crystals. He grants me a nervous smile and ever-so-slightly presses his crotch against my knuckles.
Fuuuuuck.I’m so horny for him I could hump him on the crusty leather seat of the bus.
“It is settled then. Once I claim your shadow, you may use my body.”
I chuckle and slide my arm around his shoulders, leaning closer as I trace an eight over his bulge. “Oh, I definitely want to sample you tonight.”
His composure crumbles, and he blinks several times. I’m not sure what his role-playing game is about exactly, but he’s definitely hard.
“What do you mean… ‘sample’? While I may not be of substantial size, I assure you I will give you pleasure. Are you questioning my capabilities?”
I chuckle, losing myself in the game. It might be a bit too complicated for a dumb brute like me. “It just means I don’t want to wait until we’re in Boston,” I say and slide my thumb along the back of his ear. It twitches against my finger in the cutest way.
He strokes the front of my hoodie. “Well, we don’t always get what we want at a moment’s notice, do we? Sometimes, patience is required. Until then, I welcome you to stay with me. My accommodation is less than ideal as I live with my landlady, but it should be fine if we are discreet. I do not wish to be parted from you.”
I’m so confused by the push and pull he’s doing. Maybe he wants to play the role of a ravished prince, so he’s being coy? I can work that out when I’m in his bed.
“And how far is your palace?” I ask, staring at his mouth, but the moment it opens, I lose all interest in the answer and lick the seam of his lips.
Also, I need to go to Canada, not Boston, but what’s a little detour?
Sylvan gasps, and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Oh, and what absolute fucking bliss this boy is. Pliant like marshmallows, a little shy when my tongue meets his, but he doesn’t push me away. His trembling fingers settle on my sides as Idevourhim.
All the pleasure centers in my brain light up like a Christmas tree because he is exactly what I love, yet what I’ve been denied for years. I want my dick inside him so bad I might just come in my pants from this kiss. He smells like mist in the morning, his mouth is so warm and inviting, and when I push his knees farther apart, he opens up without question.
I am going to ravish this elven prince tonight, and then, maybe wait out the manhunt for me in his basement. Or something. He’s not going to report me if I treat him right.
I push him back a little, just to try my luck. I shouldn’t be drawing attention to myself, I really shouldn’t, but he is temptation personified.
Just as I consider a blast from the past and going down on him back here, the bus comes to an abrupt stop.
My beauty slides out of my embrace all too quickly and adjusts his hair. He doesn’t shy away from holding my hand as we make our way to the exit, and it gets me all mushy inside.
He glances at me from under the long pale eyelashes. “You are a very fine kisser,” he whispers with a little smile, and I can’t wait to show him what else I’mverygood at.
Chapter 4
Sylvan
