Page 5 of His Siren Prince

When I leaned back, Prince Azul made his move.

He dropped himself into my lap, and I instinctively reached out to hold him.

His thighs spread to cage mine, his knees clenching my hips, and, as his bare ass fell to press against my leather-clad thighs, I knew I couldn’t rest until I obeyed my siren prince's every command.

Carrion

With one arm on Azul’s lower back, my other rounded his right thigh as I kept him steady and upright. It gave him the chance to throw his arm over my shoulder and press his other hand over my heart.

And I instantly softened into his touch.

“Did you want to see me too?” he asked as he wiggled his ass. “I’m sure you’ll like the look of my cock as well.”

“Want is subjective, Your Majesty.”

The price tipped his head as he let out a melodic laugh. It bounced around the room, sending shivers of desire through me.

“I wish you’d be more honest with yourself, Carrion. How can I know what’s going on in that stoic head of yours if you answer me in short sentences?”

“Then how about a different kind of response?” I said, leaning forward, captivated by him as my lips hovered centimeters from his. My lust was already burning through me, and I was sure he wouldn't stop me if I kissed him. But he was still a royal, and my sense of duty told me that even touching him like this was wrong, despite how my mouth was already watering.

My hand on his thigh crept upwards, nerves dancing through my veins as I pushed aside the thin slip of fabric to cup his ass.

“This is exactly what I was hoping for,” he sighed happily, his webbed ears twitching.

The hand over my heart sprung into action, skimming down my chest and over my leather pants.

“I’m surprised you don’t have scales here,” I said as my fingers clenched harder around his soft ass cheek and he moaned as I kneaded him.

“There are other places that don’t have scales I can show you.”

I groaned as he took the initiative, his breath melding with mine as his webbed hand pushed at my pants. I didn't even have time to protest before claws curled around my cock, freeing it as he gave me a firm stroke that pulled a cry from me.

“You’re already so hard. Do you want me that much, Commander?”

He stroked me again, and I instinctively thrust into his hand. I wished he couldn’t see the pleasure splashed across my face as my lips parted and I moaned for him.

“Your Majesty, please…”

As he stroked me again, his claws slipped under my cock to press so softly against my balls that my body betrayed me.

“I like it when you beg, Carrion. Please, what? Should I go faster? Harder?”

My hand shot out to grip his forearm, intending to stop him.

Like fireflies dancing in my veins, pleasure glowed warmly in my body, melting me as my excitement heightened.

I would shame myself later for letting my guard down. But the moment was only for the prince.

Everything with a mate was more intense, be it happiness or misery, pleasure or pain. But I never guessed that the pleasure from a single stroke of my cock would almost make me come.

“I can see it, Carrion,” he hummed, leaning forward, the chair creaking under our weight. “I can see how much you want to fuck me.”

Another stroke, another squeeze, and the grip I had on his arm softened as I let out a stuttered breath.

Images I had been fighting for weeks came flooding back: of the prince under me, over me, of him dissolving into pleasure at my touch, and reigning over me like the ruler he was.

“I want it, Carrion. I want to feel you plunging into me. My body can barely wait to feel you. Don't you feel the same?” he asked with another rub of my cock.