Page 45 of If the Shoe Fits (Rainbow Tales #2)

Xander removed his boots and then his pants, working faster than Zane, so he left Zane to finish undressing and went to the bed. Pulling down the covers, he glanced at Zane, and then paused to admire the trim body he had revealed.

Zane noticed Xander watching and stepped around to the opposite side of the bed. Holding out his arms, he turned in a circle. “Do I please you, Your Highness?”

Xander chuckled. “You vain man. You know you do.” Xander cupped his erection as if to show him proof.

Zane's stare lowered, and he licked his lips. Xander went still, watching Zane get onto the bed and crawl across it, his stare locked on Xander's cock. Xander let go of himself, his arms falling to his sides, and waited.

Like a jungle cat, Zane nuzzled Xander's shaft, sending a strange but delightful sensation up his spine.

All that lavender hair spread around Zane, beckoning to Xander.

He wove his hand through the silken locks.

Leo's hair was short. He couldn't hold it like .

. . no! He wasn't going to think about Leovar the Betrayer.

But Xander had nothing to worry about. As soon as Zane's mouth closed around him, all thoughts of Leo flew away.

“Zane,” Xander whispered, his hand clenching in Zane's hair.

Zane sucked his way down Xander's shaft and angled his stare up at him. “Yes, Your Highness?”

“I don't want to come in your mouth.”

“No?” Zane straightened onto his knees with a wicked grin. “Where do you want to come?”

“Inside your channel. Maybe across your chest. Or on your ass.”

Zane's amethyst eyes widened. “Yes, please. To all of that. But first.” He ran a finger down Xander's cock, and the wetness he left there with his mouth thickened.

Xander lifted his eyebrows. “What have you done?”

“Just a little magic to create a more pleasurable lubricant.” He grinned. “Oil, Xander. I made saliva into oil.”

“Nice trick.” Xander pushed Zane onto his back, then grabbed his lower legs. As Zane made surprised and delighted sounds, Xander hoisted Zane's legs onto his shoulders. Hooking his ankles over Xander's shoulders, Zane wriggled into position.

Xander paused, staring down at all the beauty that was laid before him.

Zane's lavender hair made a delicate background, as if he lay on flowers.

It billowed around him, enhancing the sparkle in his eyes.

Xander slid his hands down Zane's thighs and rubbed Zane's belly, right beneath his bobbing cock.

And then, holding Zane's stare, he took that thin, long shaft and pumped it.

Zane panted and tossed his head. “More. I need more. ”

Letting go, Xander spread his hands down Zane's flanks and then back up. He looked down as Zane lifted himself, exposing a perfect pink hole. With one hand holding the base of his cock and the other spreading Zane's plump cheek to one side, Xander eased forward.

Zane's body clutched at him with the first foray, as if trying to draw him in before he changed his mind.

But Xander withdrew anyway. He didn't want to hurt Zane by entering him unprepared.

So he went slowly, rubbing the tip of his pulsing cock over that clenching pucker to tease Zane.

Gently, he breached the first ring of muscles and then pulled out.

“Please!” Zane shouted.

Xander looked up in surprise. He knew Zane desired him, but there was still a part of him that couldn't believe this beautiful man could want him. To see him like this—hear him beg—made Xander's chest puff out. It also drove his hips forward. There went all chance of going slowly.

They both groaned with the slide of Xander's cock.

For Xander, that gripping sensation was everything he needed.

Leo was far away now. No thoughts of him could touch this.

This belonged to Xander and Zane alone. Xander eased back but not out, just enough to stroke his new lover intimately.

And then he pushed as deep as he could go, pressing his pelvis against Zane's ass.

“Yes!” Zane cried and clutched at Xander. “Yes, my Prince. More. Please give me more. Drive your flesh into mine.”

Xander pumped his hips, slowly at first, and then faster. Faster still. Zane shifted on the bed with every thrust, his face lost in ecstasy. With an arm locked around Zane's legs, Xander went faster still. Thrust harder. He grabbed Zane's dick.

“Xander!” Zane cried and released thick ribbons across his belly .

Xander pumped Zane with his fist and cock throughout his release, his stare locked on Zane's glittering eyes.

And when Zane went limp at last—his arms flopping and cock withering, Xander let go of the spent flesh and gripped Zane's waist. Baring his teeth, he gave in to the primal urge to take.

To claim. To shove as deep as possible and place a piece of himself in his lover.

Xander's body strained for completion, flesh slamming against flesh. Zane watched him, his gaze soft and lips parted. So beautiful. But Xander's body didn't care about the beauty. It needed that clenching channel. He needed . . .

“Come inside me, Xander,” Zane urged. “I need to feel you there even after you withdraw. I need it so that later I will know this was real.”

That. That's what Xander's body had been waiting for.

With a savage cry, Xander gave one last shove and locked his arms around Zane's thighs.

Holding Zane against him, he came. Brilliant waves of pleasure rocked him, forcing him to lock up against Zane—once, twice, thrice.

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back with the first tensing.

Balls pulsing and cock kicking, he gave Zane everything he had.

Except what really mattered.

Because, despite Zane's beauty, his kind words, and his glorious body built to receive Xander, he wasn't Leovar.

Xander pulled out and fell onto the bed.

He felt Zane move up beside him and adjusted his body to pull his lover in against his chest. With a happy sound, Zane snuggled up against him.

Xander held the beautiful shining one. Stroked his hair free of tangles and then the soft skin of his back, flank, and arm.

At last, Zane fell into slumber, and Xander let out a sigh.

He wouldn't have to fulfill the erotic promise he'd made earlier. Thank God. Or thank Source .

Xander didn't think he could do that again without crying at the end of it.

Still, he had hope. He had meant every word that he had said to Zane.

This was just their first time. It would get easier.

All he needed was some time to adjust. He knew it because he could feel his heart making room for Zane.

Broken it may be, but that only made room for more love.

Xander looked down at the stunning man asleep in his arms. Once more, he felt the extreme shift in his circumstances acutely.

From servant and conquest to conqueror and prince.

No, he wouldn't conquer Zane. He would cherish him.

Love him, hopefully. And with his help, maybe one day, he could think about Leo without that terrible ache in his chest.

Then Zane's hand drifted down to settle between Xander's thighs. His cock stirred. He stared down at it in shock.

“Mmm, my Prince is ready for more,” Zane murmured as he opened his eyes. He slid astride Xander and, biting his full lower lip, rolled his hips. “There we go. Nice and hard. Now, shall I ride you?”

Xander grinned and grabbed Zane's hips. Maybe he'd been too hasty when he assumed he couldn't do this again tonight. His body knew better.

“Yes, my beautiful one, ride me. Take me until there's no more to take.”