Page 22 of Against the Veil (Endangered Fae #3)

Lugh’s dark brows rose. He gazed down at Zack for a long moment, hands sliding in firm strokes over his shoulders and chest. “My Zachary…”

He licked along Zack’s throat, the wet slide of tongue decadent and wild. Zack shoved at the robe, desperate to be rid of anything other than skin. He let his hands wander over the broad expanse of back, over hard-muscled ribs and biceps a person could crack nuts on.

A hand slipped between Zack’s thighs. He spread his legs wide, inviting the caress.

A little gasp escaped when something slick touched his crease.

At some point, Lugh had snagged a bottle of massage oil.

He’d been too distracted to notice. Now the soft, woody scent of almonds reached him, a perfect counterpoint to Lugh’s heady musk.

Slowly, gently, Lugh’s finger teased at his entrance, sending sparks leaping up from his core.

Zack bent his knees up, silently pleading for more.

His breath caught on a stuttering moan when that single finger sank inside.

It wasn’t comfortable at first. It was a damn big finger, after all.

But the friction against his tight ring as it slid back and forth was exquisite, and when Lugh penetrated far enough to stroke over the magic spot, Zack thought he might shatter from pleasure.

He grasped Lugh’s head between his hands. “Don’t tease too long. Oh…God… Please…”

“Steady, be easy,” Lugh whispered. “You need a little more before you can take my girth.”

“Arrogant, conceited bastard,” Zack grated out, grinding his hips against the second finger Lugh allowed him. So far, so good, oh, fuck, it feels good…

“Merely realistic,” Lugh said in a too-serious tone.

Zack reached between them and wrapped his fingers around Lugh’s cock. He slid his hand up and down in firm, slow strokes, just the way he’d always liked it. His hand had been his only outlet, after all. Okay, that and the occasional pillow. “Give it to me. Don’t make me wait another minute.”

Lugh let Zack guide him, removing his fingers only when the head of his cock was in place.

He drizzled more oil along his length, his thighs trembling as Zack worked the shining liquid along his shaft, making sure every inch was slick.

Then he nudged gently, teasing at the tight ring, urging it to open for him.

The head breached Zack with an unexpected shove. His eyes watered, his stomach muscles taut against the sudden pain. Teeth gritted, he took careful sips of air, waiting for his body to adjust. Lugh stayed still, watching him intently.

“If it’s too much—”

“Move a little. Just a little,” Zack said between breaths.

Lugh rolled his hips, a gentle, circular motion that drove him farther in and back out by small degrees.

The almost unbearable stretch melted into delicious pleasure-pain.

He grabbed Lugh’s ass and pulled hard, forcing him farther inside.

It felt like a giant wedge was splitting him in two, as if Lugh would penetrate right through him.

His prince wasn’t arrogant. He was just huge.

“Zachary,” Lugh said in a tender whisper. “Slowly, please. You are so tight. I feel as if you might snap me off at the base.”

“Does it hurt?” Zack eased his grip.

“No, my dear, it’s positively glorious.” Lugh leaned his forehead against Zack’s shoulder. “It has made me a wee bit dizzy, though.”

“That’s all the blood leaving your head.”

“It’s the delirious joy of finally having you in my arms.”

“Enough with the poetry, Shakespeare. Are we doing this or not?”

Lugh chuckled and thrust in another inch, working his way in and out by slow degrees. The feeling of fullness was strange at first, then amazing when Lugh finally drove deep enough to stroke his prostate. Suns went into supernova behind his eyes.

“Yes…oh, yes,” he gasped out. “Just like that. So good.”

Lugh nuzzled at his throat, keeping his rhythm slow and steady. “Mmm, yes.”

That huge cock split him in two and, yes, it hurt, but he wanted more. He wrapped his legs around Lugh’s lower back, giving him a better angle. His arms twined around Lugh’s neck, pulling him down. He wanted Lugh’s weight, all of it, wanted to feel like he was being pounded through the mattress.

“Faster, a little faster. Please.”

With another taurean snort, Lugh obliged, driving harder, shooting fireworks along Zack’s nerves at the deepest point of each thrust.

“Babe, oh, God, tell me you’re close,” Zack got out between his teeth. He clamped down on every muscle he could to keep from coming too soon.

Lugh’s only answer was a deep, throaty moan.

He slid his arms around Zack, pulling him into a hard embrace as his rhythm sped.

Zack gave up on trying to hold on, the storm of Lugh’s passion sweeping him away in a tidal flood.

Soft, escalating cries leaped from him as the pleasure climbed to a razor’s edge, the pressure in his groin rose toward painful ecstasy. Too much, too much…

His fingers dug into Lugh’s back. He threw back his head and howled as he came in rapid-fire pulses, his cries muffled when he latched his teeth hard onto Lugh’s shoulder.

Some distant part of him was aware of Lugh’s hips jerking into a desperate, uneven rhythm, of the sidhe prince’s bass bellow as he came. He had become disconnected, floating in a sea of pleasure, happy to drown in it.

Lugh’s panting breaths against his neck brought him back. Belatedly, he unfastened his teeth, the copper taste of blood on his tongue.

“Damn, I’m sorry.” He kissed the bleeding bite marks.

“Hmm?” Lugh turned his head. “Ah. Please don’t fret. Your passion unleashed was a wondrous thing.”

“But I hurt you.”

Lugh chuckled. “Only enough to add to the pleasure. And I will carry every bruise your fingers leave with pride. Take joy in every mark of tooth or nail.”

“You’ve got a bit of kink in you.” Zack smiled, reaching up to stroke his prince’s face.

“Perhaps a bit.” Lugh eased out carefully, sending leftover jolts through Zack with his withdrawal. He stretched out beside Zack, nuzzling at his shoulder. “Something has nagged at me.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“What was the song Finn sang that made you so annoyed with him? The afternoon before your change?”

Zack put a finger under Lugh’s chin to tip his face up for a tender kiss. “ Someday My Prince Will Come .”

Lugh sputtered on a snicker. Zack raised an eyebrow at him and burst out laughing. It felt so damn good. Even better was having Lugh in his arms, laughing with him.