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CHAPTER 14

R ohan didn’t rush, but he also didn’t want to leave Nate wandering the maze for too long, even though he had a guard at his heels. He grabbed the thick oil and slipped the jar into the pocket on his belt before throwing on his cloak.

He had always liked to wander the maze, even though he knew the shortcuts to the center. There was something calming about it. Not that he felt at all calm, as he entered the maze.

His blood was hot, and his dick was half-hard. He closed his eyes and inhaled, seeking Nate’s scent. The air chilled his lungs as winter had begun to wrap her arms around the city, but it wasn’t yet too cold to be out.

Nate’s scent lingered in the air, drawing him on. Thrown over one hedge was Nate’s tunic. Rohan gathered it up and kept walking. At the next split in the path, he paused, not sure which way Nate had gone. He went right only to find Nate’s pants hanging from a branch. He brought them to his face and inhaled.

Cheeky.

Nate had left a false trail.

And now he was naked except for his cloak.

Rohan turned, trusting his feet to lead him to Nate. His pace quickened as he hunted his lover. A gasp and then silence. Rohan grinned, hearing Nate’s heartbeat on the other side of the bush. He wanted to reach through and grab him. Instead, he’d take the shortcut he’d just passed.

He backed up and peeked through the gap. Nate had his head tilted as if listening. The guard was near enough to act if needed but far enough to not ruin the game.

As if satisfied Rohan had moved on, Nate turned and walked toward the cut-through in the maze. Rohan waited, then lunged, grabbing him and lifting him off his feet.

Nate yelped.

The guard ran toward him, hand on his sword, before slowing as he saw the reason for Nate’s yell was because Rohan had him. Rohan gave him a nod, then slung his prize over his shoulder, carrying him to the center of the maze.

“That didn’t take you long,” Nate’s words were breathy.

“I told you it wouldn’t. While leaving your clothes provided a good distraction, it only spurred me on, knowing you were naked beneath your cloak.” He gave Nate’s ass a squeeze. He’d been waiting for Nate to want more, to be ready.

“Well, I was trying to be caught.”

“That’s why you startled like a deer.” He sat, placing Nate in his lap, trusting the guard would be at the entrance to the center, preventing any interruptions. “Take the oil out of my pocket.”

Nate reached into the pocket and stopped. “You brought the leash.”

“I did.” Would Nate also take that out or leave it?

Nate’s tongue traced his lower lip as if weighing his options. He pulled the strip of leather—that was far too delicate to be a leash on anything but a willing partner—and handed it to him. “While we play this game today, know that there are others I want to play.”

“You seek to bind me?”

“Maybe? Or is that not allowed because you are a prince?”

Rohan laughed. “I want to hear about your other desires when I am inside you.” He licked the curve of Nate’s ear. “But I do not object to being bound.”

Nate’s lips parted, and Rohan stole a kiss. Nate lifted Rohan’s tunic out of the way and pressed against him, wrapping his hand around both their cocks and stroking. It was a sight he was never going to tire of seeing. He was so used to Nate being in his bed and at his side that he couldn’t remember what it was like not to have him.

Nate belonged there, and falling through the doorway had returned him to the correct world.

To him.

He looped the leather around Nate’s wrists, tight enough that he could feel it, loose enough that he could slip his hands free if he wanted—not that he ever had—and Nate’s heartbeat quickened as his cheeks flushed with anticipation.

He tipped a little oil into Nate’s bound hands. “Make me nice and slick.”

Nate nodded, his hands working from root to tip, using the firm strokes that Rohan liked as if trying to make him leak.

While Nate’s bound hands were occupied, Rohan teased his human’s hole with oiled fingers, wanting him stretched and open. Nate’s hole was used to taking three of his fingers now, and he had pressed his cock to Nate’s open ass and cum inside of him more than once, the last time the head had slid in, making them both gasp. The tight heat had tempted him to sink deeper, but instead, he’d pulled back. Now, his patience was being rewarded with Nate’s desire.

Nate rocked back onto his fingers, then thrust forward, seeking more as he thrust against Rohan’s cock. Then he glanced up, eyes dark, expecting Rohan to do more than fill him with his fingers. “You’re well-oiled.”

Rohan gave a low groan at the glide of Nate’s dick against his own. He needed more. He nuzzled Nate’s neck. “I’m going to put you on your back and fuck you.”

“Yes.” Nate gasped.

Rohan lifted him up as if to throw him to the ground. Nate’s eyes widened, and then Rohan placed him down gently. It was that little thrill that Nate liked. That moment when he remembered Rohan was big enough to do anything to him while trusting that he wouldn’t be hurt. Rohan would never break that trust.

But it made him wonder about Nate’s request to bind him.

With the cloak spread beneath Nate, Rohan caught his bound hands and placed them over Nate’s head, pinning them there with one hand. Nate’s sky-blue eyes were as dark as midnight, his breathing quick, and his lips parted. He was a very pretty picture of desire. He wanted a painting of him like this.

“You look as delicious as you taste.” Rohan licked beneath Nate’s jaw and down his throat.

Nate squirmed.

“I can’t decide if you are trying to make the most pathetic escape attempt you’ve ever tried or if you are trying to encourage me.”

“Neither can I. When you lick me like that, while I’m pinned like this, part of my brain dies.”

“Is that right?” He did it again, and Nate’s eyelids fluttered closed as his back arched, his cock grinding against Rohan’s stomach. He nipped beneath Nate’s jaw. “Are you trying to come?”

“Mmm.”

“Be still, Nate.”

Nate opened his eyes. He was listening, not completely consumed by pleasure. Rohan reached between them and adjusted his cock, so the head rubbed against Nate’s hole. He pressed forward as Nate exhaled, and his ass opened, letting him in. For a couple of heartbeats, he didn’t move—even with a vampire or elf, he wouldn’t have rushed his moment.

He liked the way it felt as his lover’s body accepted him and welcomed him.

Nate gave the smallest nod.

And Rohan started fucking him, sinking deeper with each thrust, his gaze fixed on Nate, ready for the slightest sign that it was too much. He was almost balls deep when Nate’s legs clamped around his hips.

“Fuck.”

“Too much?”

Nate shook his head, his eyes closed. “If you move, I’m going to come.”

Rohan grinned. Even though Nate’s legs squeezed him, it wasn’t enough to hold him in place. He slowly withdrew, dragging his cock through that tight channel. Nate bit his lip as if trying to resist, but Rohan felt the climax moving through Nate’s body. The tightening of his ass, the movement of his hips, his back, and the change in his heartbeat. He moaned as he came, cum splashing onto his chest.

Rohan licked a long line up Nate’s chest, through the cum, up his throat to claim his lips. He didn’t need to fuck him any deeper to find his own release. The half-smothered moans and the fluttering of Nate’s hole around his cock were more than enough.

He let go with a growl, lowering more of his weight onto Nate as if he were truly trapped, and Rohan wouldn’t get off him the moment he said the weight had become too much.

Nate lay beneath him, eyes closed, head tilted back as if overcome by the climax.

“Did I kill you with my cock?”

Nate sighed as if unable to find words in any language.

Rohan kissed him. “I guess I’ll have to gather you up and carry you back to the palace.”

He slid Nate’s hands free of the leash, and they immediately looped around his neck. His fingers pushed into Rohan’s hair as if he wanted to make sure Rohan didn’t pull away.

He had no intention of pulling out until Nate was ready to get up.

Nate opened his eyes. Still dark, but this time, they weren’t full of lust. They were full of love. It was in the magic of each breath he took. He glanced away as if to hide what was easily seen.

Rohan placed a soft kiss on his human’s lips, not needing him to say anything.