Page 27 of The Shadow Prince's Ruin
I whine in protest when Hawk pulls away, and even try to drag him right back, but when he unzips my jeans, I understand what he wants and help him drag the pants off. They keep hanging on to one of my feet, but the fabric is no longer in the way as Hawk shoves his own bottoms halfway down, revealing his amazing dick. He spits on his hand, rubs the saliva over his cock, and then pulls both my legs to his shoulder. In this position, they’re squeezed together, but I only understand his purpose when his hot shaft prods the backs of my thighs.
“I want to come inside you so bad,” Hawk rasps, a deep flush covering his face as he shoves himself into the tight heat of my thighs, and his cockhead emerges from the tight cleft between my legs, pointing at me. I can sense the hot, pulsing shaft against my skin.
It’s mesmerizing.
“Not yet,” I mumble, even though I want him to push inside me with every inch of my body. But I promised myself to deny him this one thing, afraid that if he gets it before we make our bond, he might not stick around. I don’t believe he would, but this tiny thread of control is keeping me sane. “But I want youhere…” I say and lift my shirt to show off my stomach as a target for his cum.
Hawk’s eyes roll back as he thrusts into the warm pocket between my thighs, and the next time his dick peeks out, it pokes my sac, sending an electric current through my body. Contorting with my back rising off the blanket, I let out a shameless howl and encourage him loudly, even though my skin is already burning from the friction of this fuck.
“I want you to smell of me.”
Such an animalistic idea. I would have scoffed at it if I wasn’t just as feral. I reach for my cock, desperate to come, but he pushes my hand away and wraps his own around me instead. He starts pleasuring me at the same pace in which he’s fucking my thighs. I won’t last long. I watch him, so powerful over me, his hand so massive on my prick. I like feeling fragile next to him. He holds my legs up with ease, and our eyes meet when I moan.
“Yes… Hawk! Yes!” I whine, rubbing my ass against his hairy thighs.
“When you finally let me inside you, I’m not going to let you out of bed for the whole night,” Hawk rasps, his gaze intense as he works his hips, rubbing the inner sides of my thighs raw. I imagine him rolling me over for another round every time I try to leave our future bedroom, and thinking about beingtakenby this beautiful beast pushes me over the edge. I cry out, tensing as he keeps plowing my legs.
My eyes roll back, I arch my spine, desperately reaching for his shoulder. It’s as if he understands me without words and grabs my hand, leaning forward and fucking my thighs faster. I squeeze his hand as he milks the last spurts of cum out of me, leaving me a boneless mess. I don’t even care about staining my shirt. I have another one.
As soon as he senses I’m done, he lets go of my cock and pushes his slick fingers between my buttocks. I’m too tired toprotest, but I don’t have to worry. All he does is press the tips of his digits to my throbbing hole.
“So hot and needy, I bet. It’s gonna be so snug on my dick,” he mumbles right before his cum shoots onto my chest and stomach, a few drops even reaching my face.
He is perfection when he comes. Lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes on me. There’s a desperation on his face, as if he couldn’t decide where to look and which part of me to kiss, but then he dives forward and gathers his own cum from my belly. Overwhelmed, I moan at his touch, and respond to his kiss. The world is a flurry of color, and when his slick fingers return to my buttocks, rubbing the cum into my flesh, I can’t bring myself to stop him either.
I shiver when one of them penetrates my insides, carefully rubbing the hot seed into my walls.
He’s not pushing it in deep, but the digit is thick and I’m still panting from my orgasm. I shouldn’t allow this, but the thought of having his cum inside me is too tempting to resist.
Maybe I’m not as smart as I thought. Maybe I’m a dumb animal desperate to be bred.
The little moans I’m making don’t sound like the cold and collected Prince Sylvan Goldweed I always saw myself as.
“Do you like it?” I whisper, overcome by a wave of shyness now that the urgency of sex has dissipated.
He lifts himself enough to meet my eyes and removes his finger out of my hole. I’m convinced we’re done for now, but Hawk gathers the remaining cum from my belly, only to bring it to my opening and continue massaging his seed into my insides.
“This is the loveliest hole I’ve ever seen. So tight and responsive to my touch. Ineedto mark it.”
I lick a drop of cum off my lip and lift one of my legs to his other shoulder so he can freely watch the sticky mess he’s creating. I know this is all a sexual frenzy, I know this canhappen, but I have the same instinct as the one he speaks of. I ache because he’s not bound to me yet.
“Can we just stay here a while longer?” I whisper and reach for a pretzel.
“Of course,” he answers in an instant, his gaze on the finger playing with my hole.
I could probably ask him now whether I can brand my family crest on his forehead and he’d say yes. I guess this is also a kind of power. One that I never before knew how to wield.
Chapter 10
Hawk
The past five years in a cage of steel and concrete did not make my memories of home fade. The cops would question my family, possibly watch the property too, awaiting my arrival, but this is far from the first time a Coleman has been on the run from the law. My family has had quite a bit of experience with that throughout the past century, so I keep away from main roads and approach the woodland at the back of the vast property. It’s getting dark, but I keep the car lights off as I move down the gravel road only ever used by the forest service. And us.
My eyes are strained from trying to find the spot I’m looking for. Back in the day, I remembered it by heart, but fortunately two of the trees close by remain marked, and I sigh in relief when I spot them. Soon enough, we will both get something to eat, and pillows to rest our heads.
Not that Sylvan needs a bed to fall asleep.
He looks so precious with his head against the window, curled up under a flowery blanket. His lips are parted, as if he’s already inviting more kisses, and his pale lashes lay against his sunburned skin. He reminds me of a white moth. Fragile, nocturnal, beautiful, but a little scary.
