Page 46 of If the Shoe Fits (Rainbow Tales #2)

Zane's chest shivered. Inside. That shivering slid down to meet where he merged with the Prince of the Shining Ones. The lost child. Returned as a man. And what a man he was!

No one in the entire realm was like Xander Vesmalden. There were handsome men, to be sure. Men so handsome they would make humans weep. But Zane was one of them, and he had long ago grown immune to such beauty. Thank Source, his prince hadn't.

He couldn't believe he was there, taking Xander into him.

And the Prince was staring up at him as if Zane were everything he wanted.

As if he were the most beautiful creature in existence.

How long had it been since a man had looked at him like that?

Zane couldn't remember. And to have it be this man made him want to drop to his knees and thank the magic for its mercy.

He had, in fact, dropped to his knees for his prince his very first night in the first realm. And had regretted it instantly.

Not because it was a bad experience. To the contrary, pleasuring the Prince had been the best sexual experience of Zane's life up until then.

Having him in his mouth. The taste and feel of him.

Watching Xander's thick body arch. His muscles tense.

It had been amazing. But Xander was human, and Zane knew they were strange about sex.

On top of that, he was in love with another prince. A human prince.

At least Zane knew enough not to have intercourse with Xander.

Not full intercourse. Thank Source, it had turned out in his favor.

The magic had led Zane to Xander over and over again, guiding his feet through the halls to his prince at the exact moment Xander was lost. Zane knew then—when he had found Xander huddled on the floor—that Source was putting them together for a reason. Zane was meant to belong to Xander.

And Source was always right.

Now, Zane basked in Xander's adoration, taking his flesh into his channel.

Filling himself with the Prince of the First Realm.

It was almost too much pleasure to bear.

That body, that massive human-enhanced body of his—lay beneath Zane, all his.

Well, except for the heart. He had seen Xander's distraction.

He knew what those looks meant. He was still in love with his prince.

Not that it was surprising. Xander had only been in the First Realm for a little over a week.

Hardly enough time to heal a heart. But now that Xander had decided to move on, Zane knew they had a chance.

Xander had chosen him. Of all the handsome men at court, Zane was the one he picked to love him first. And Zane would.

He knew it was inevitable. He could already feel his heart opening to his prince.

And he trusted in Source that Xander's heart would open to him in return.

My beautiful one. That's what his prince called him. Xander had seen the best that this realm had to offer him—collected here at court. And still, he called Zane beautiful. And his. It was the possessive part that Zane shivered to hear. Sweet magic, he wanted to belong to this man.

So, Zane used all the sexual tricks he had learned through the years, moving over him in a rhythm intended to enhance pleasure, clenching his channel in rippling motions, sucking at the Prince's nipples.

Biting them gently. He watched Xander carefully, noting which techniques he liked best. Zane would remember, and their lovemaking would only get better.

Not just in the days to come, but also in the hours.

By the time morning arrived, Zane intended to have Xander so enthralled with him that he couldn't imagine taking anyone else to bed.

“Xander,” Zane whispered as he leaned down. He brushed his lips over the Prince's. “You feel so good inside me.”

“Zane, I can't,” Xander panted.

Zane sat up, a frown coming to his face and worry entering his heart. “You can't what, my Prince?”

“I can't lie here beneath you much longer,” Xander growled and rolled upward. “I need to fuck you.”

Zane gasped in delight as his prince jerked out of his channel and grabbed Zane's waist to spin him onto his belly. “Oh, yes! Yes, please.” He hurried up onto his hands and knees, bracing himself on the mattress.

Xander grunted in approval as he spread Zane's lower cheeks. “You're so beautiful. Even here. How can you be beautiful here?”

Zane groaned as he felt the head of Xander's slick cock rubbing his hole. “Thank you, my Prince.”

“What did I say about that?” Xander shoved into him, filling Zane with one thrust.

Zane shrieked with pleasure. “Oh, fuck! Sweet magic! Yes, Xander. Fuck. Whatever you want. Just don't stop what you're doing.”

Xander grabbed Zane's hips and thrust wildly.

He bent over Zane, and Zane luxuriated in the feel of that big, hard body caging him.

Xander's thick forearms were like bars to either side, his broad hands set firmly on the bed.

That pale hair swung down, creating a veil around them that swished with every pump of the Prince's hips.

Had anyone ever fucked Zane like this? No.

A resounding no. No shining one had this kind of passion.

This savage greed that clung and clawed and demanded more.

Xander filled Zane in so many ways, and yet Zane wanted more.

Zane angled his head to look over his shoulder at his lover. “Take me as deep as you want, Xander. Don't hold back anything.”

Xander paused, his wild expression softening as he focused on Zane.

“Zane, you need to know that this isn't just sex for me. You have to know that.” He kissed Zane and nuzzled his cheek.

“I may not be ready to love you, but you are special to me.

Important. And I'm so glad we waited until now to do this. I will remember this night forever.”

Zane's heart broke open in the best possible way.

Like a shell. It opened and consumed Xander.

Oh, yes. It was over for him. Zane was in love with the Prince.

He lifted his hand from the bed and cupped Xander's cheek.

It was awkward in that position, but he didn't care.

“That is quite a claim for a shining one. Forever is a very long time.”

Xander frowned and bent his head.

Zane's hand on his cheek stopped the movement. “And yet, I know it is true for me as well. I will remember this night forever, Xander. Thank you for making it perfect.”

“Zane,” Xander's voice broke. He bent back into their kiss.

But the Prince couldn't kiss his new consort for long. His body craved more. It demanded it. And even as their tongues entwined sweetly, his cock started to move in Zane. Zane groaned, broke away from Xander's lips, and placed his hand back on the bed.

“More, my Prince. Give me more!”