Page 7 of The Shadow Prince's Ruin
Something about the way he speaks turns me on too. So proper. I want to ruin that prim exterior. I want to make his pink mouth spill filthy words to me.
“It’s Hawk, like the bird. And what should I callyou?” I ask, sandwiching him between me and the wall with his hand still resting on my dick. I can’t help myself. I lick the top of his head, right through the parting, hair and all.
“Sylvan. My name is S-sylvan,” he says, but his voice breaks a little at the end.
I’m a bit of a dog. When I sense prey, all I wanna do is chase.
At this point, I’m hard enough for my brain to be scrambling. Do we really need a ‘place’? Could he not go down on me here? There’s no one around.
Sadly, he pulls away his hand and presses my stomach. I flex it so he can sense my muscles.
Fine. I’ve waited for over an hour and can wait a bit more. “Where’s your ride, baby?”
He clears his throat and slips out of my grasp, but makes sure I follow. He points to a… bus stop down the road lit by a yellow lamp. “Just down here. It shall arrive soon. I was hoping we could set some ground rules, because there might have been a misunderstanding.”
I follow him like a dog, salivating already. I swear to God, he is the hottest person I have ever touched. “Sure. You want to have a safeword, or something? Soft and hard limits? I’m good with that.”
He glances back at me and despite the flush, his blue eyes are bright and attentive. “I’m not sure I understand, but you have something that is of no use to you, yet could change everything for me.” He looks behind me, but there’s nothing there but asphalt.
“I do?”
“Your shadow. It might be ordinary to your eyes, but I see it for what it is.” Sylvan sighs and extends his hand until his fingers are covered by my shadow. What I’m focused on is that he places his other hand on my arm.
I want more touch. I want skin to skin. I want itnow.
Even though all this shadow stuff sounds a bit cuckoo.
He meets my eyes. “Have you ever had a near-death experience? It’s not unusual for a shadow to swell in force when a human is dying or filled with despair.”
I stare back at him as my mouth dries, but I offer him a smile and shrug. “Who hasn’t, am I right? I’m like a cat, and still have three of my nine lives left.”
He nods, sizing me up with that inquisitive gaze. “That does explain a lot. Was one of those times almost drowning in a river?”
I shift my weight as a phantom eel twists in my guts. This question is setting off alarm bells as I suck in air, remembering a dream about tar-black water flooding my mouth, and the huge face of the moon staring at me from the sky as a shadowed creature loomed above the surface and reached for me.
I don’t want to entertain this anymore.
“Are you like… into all this New Age stuff?” I ask, placing my hands on his hips as I look down at him, drinking in his marble-like complexion, the huge eyes like moonlit lakes, and narrow, pouty lips.
He cocks his head with the tiniest frown. “Have you noticed my ears, Hawk? I am—”
The bus swoops in next to us a bit too abruptly, but the quicker we board, the sooner I’m in his bed. Sylvan huffs in frustration, but goes in first, giving me the best view—his ass in jeans.
My instinct is to push my face against it and lick the denim, but I can’t be a menace on public transport if I want to reach his place at a sensible time. I lower the visor of my baseball cap and pull up the hood to ensure that any strands of hair that might have come loose from under the hat remain hidden.
I’m pleasantly surprised to hear that he’s paying for my ticket and swiftly follow him to the back of the bus, past the lone other passenger sitting at the front.
“You were saying something about your ears,” I remind him as we sit down just before the vehicle moves. The light’s off, but I can see the outline of their unusual shape. He must have had some kind of cosmetic surgery to get them like this, and probably wants to show off. I’m more than happy to indulge him.
He looks straight into my eyes. “I’m an elf. I’ve not told any humans about this. I shouldn’t really, but it is important for you to understand. I’m not justsomeelf either, I am a prince of the Nocturne Court.”
Oooh, role play! I can go with that!
“Really?” I ask, feigning surprise, already in my role. “I thought elves only existed in fantasy books!”
I must have done something right because he grabs my hand, and I feel as giddy as a schoolboy. We’re even in the back of a bus, like where I got my first blowjob, on the way home from a school trip. So many fond memories.
“No, we are most definitely real, but for reasons into which there is no need to delve in, we live apart from your world.What you need to know is that your shadow is very special, and it would be my greatest pleasure and honor to claim it.” Sylvan strokes my palm with his thumb, sending a spark of arousal straight to my dick.
