Page 29 of My Princeling Brat (Tales from the Tarot #2)

Lord Vasil

Surely, I must be losing my edge, because the fact that there was an assassin in my fortress dungeon, one who was probably part of a much larger conspiracy to overthrow me, hardly registered when I had the prince, a willing captive, in my arms.

Sometime in the night I jolted awake in a panic from a nightmare that the assassin’s arrow had met its target, and I’d watched my handsome fae prince fall from the sky.

I was comforted upon waking to find him entirely whole, warm, and snoring softly underneath me.

Our lovemaking had confirmed all of my suspicions about the prince.

He was my perfect complement–responsive, eager, and oh-so willing to obey with a stubborn streak that was as frustrating as it was alluring.

Yes, the prince was a brat through and through, one who was easy to love.

Love.

Love?

No, I couldn’t love him. I mustn't. To fall for the prince would only end in heartache–my own–and I didn’t have it in me to grieve another loss should he choose to direct his affections elsewhere. Besides, this betrothal was only temporary.

I suppressed those tender yearnings and buried my face in his meaty pecs instead, inhaling his primal musk.

My cock twitched with renewed interest where it was still nestled between his damp ass cheeks.

Mine. My canines descended with a desire to claim him yet again, but I held off. The prince, blessed boy, slept soundly.

Slumber continued to elude me as I pondered the events from the day before–who might be trying to kill me this time.

My cousin? One of the guilds? The fae queen from afar?

My only certainty was that Cedrych had not been part of the plot.

He’d proven himself twice over. First, by saving my life, and second, by heroically, if stupidly, running down the assassin.

The archer was lucky my guards had reached him before me, for there was no telling what vengeful acts I may have committed in my fury at his attempt on Cedrych’s life.

Some reluctant part of me admired the prince’s bravery, however misguided, but a larger part had been absolutely irate.

I’d brought him to my chambers with the intent to scold him in private, but had ended up bedding him instead, such were the charms of the fae prince.

Now, with his warm bulk safely ensconced in my arms and arousing my cock to full turgidity, I had no regrets about the change of plans.

It wasn’t only the physical pleasure that inspired my gratitude, though that had been nothing short of spectacular, it was his surprising tenderness.

And while his earthy, springtime scent saturated my senses, my thoughts returned to a singular obsession: having the prince underneath me.

How easy it would be to slip back inside his velvet heat, but no, he needed rest. I’d made him come twice last night, and the second time had exhausted us both.

I was the first man to be inside him, I thought warmly, and if anyone dared to lay a hand on him…

My thoughts returned to that archer. I might still lose my temper if I were to interrogate him. I’d never killed someone before, but the instinct was there.

The prince was turning me into a barbarian.

“Mmmm,” he murmured and pumped his hips in a way that suggested my advances would be welcome.

My cock lengthened immediately, hard as elvish steel, and I prodded him ever so gently.

His hole fluttered around me, suckling my tip like a hungry mouth.

Last night I’d had to practically pry him open, but now the muscle was pliant, his opening as soft and warm as butter.

“M’lord,” Cedrych moaned again, seemingly caught in the twilight between slumber and wakefulness.

“I want to fuck you.” I said, making my intent known.

“Yessss,” he hissed.

Goddess, his body was a delight. A nice set of thick buttocks with each cheek a handful at least. He aroused the hedonist in me.

My craving to eat his hole for breakfast warred with my desire to be inside him.

I pushed back on his knees to spread his cheeks wide, admiring his pink, puffy hole as it twitched in the open air.

I tugged at it with my thumb and a bit of pearly fluid dribbled out, his serum mixed with my spend, proof of last night’s claim.

He mumbled again, something nonsensical, and whined with impatience. The angle wasn’t ideal for what I had in mind, so I rolled him over so that he was lying flat on his stomach.

“Ready for me?” I asked, positioning myself with care.

“Mmmm,” he said with a wanton moan, jutting his ass out for more.

“Still tender?”

“A little,” he murmured. I shifted slightly, and he reached back to grab my hip to hold me there.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I assured him, as if I possibly could.

Rational thought abandoned me then as I pushed ever so slowly into his warm, slick hole, taking my time.

He squirmed with impatience, trying to get me deeper faster, so I spread his thighs with my knees until his hips popped up at the perfect angle.

I took hold of his strong arms and anchored him to the bedding with my body draped over his.

My sleeping tiger awoke fully to find himself mounted from behind.

I fucked into him slowly and with purpose, loving the skin-to-skin contact, the smell of his warm slumber spurring me into a sharp-toothed lust.

I slowed my rhythm and he bucked with impatience. “Faster,” he demanded.

“Who’s in charge here?”

“You are, my lord,” he said with a grumble.

“Do you like being on your hands and knees, Cedrych? Like an animal?”

He answered with a beastly growl, bracing himself against the bedding with his back bowed to meet my every thrust.

“You’re firm everywhere else, but your hole is so soft and supple. So receptive,” I murmured.

“Mercier, please,” he groaned. Breeder, he’d called himself last night.

The urge was there. Breed him? Gladly. He turned everything upside down and threatened my practiced self-control.

Like now. I was reckless with pleasure, high on his scent.

My thigh muscles burned as I hammered into him with purpose. The prince was my compulsion.

“Show me how good you are,” I said. His spine arched, muscles rippling down his back in a sensuous choreography.

His wings trembled, emitting a low hum as he tilted his head to one side and bared his neck.

Through a fog of lust, my gaze landed on the faded marks from my betrothal bite.

Saliva flooded my mouth as my canines throbbed with desire and I was suddenly upon him.

Without any warning, my teeth sank into his tender flesh.

He bucked upward but my rhythm never faltered.

“Fuck me,” Cedrych gasped and reached back with one hand to grip my hair. This sort of desperation wasn’t normal for me. I was measured, restrained, and only acted after serious consideration. Protocol was my standard, but something about the prince made me an absolute beast.

The prince hissed from the pain, his channel tightening around me and pulsing with what I knew to be the prelude to his orgasm.

One day I’d train him to come on command, but for now, his climax fortuitously triggered my own.

I slammed into him a few more times, dizzy from the taste of his blood and the surge of ecstasy coursing through me.

The urge to breed him intensified, to plant my seed in his womb and watch it grow, but that would be reckless.

Goddess, he tasted divine. What I would give to own this magnificent body, this man…

forever. Lost to the dizzying high, I was coherent enough to know that I needed to pull away before I drank too much.

“My lord,” he moaned with his head lowered. “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t tempt me, Cedrych. I’m the one in control.” Barely, I thought as I licked the puncture wounds to heal them, savoring every last drop.

“Goddess, this feels amazing,” he murmured, still rocking his hips to chase the sensation, caught up in the same heady bliss as me.

I rested on top of him with his blood still tickling my taste buds and his channel cocooning my cock.

He could have asked me for anything, and I’d have happily given it to him.

But Cedrych didn’t want anything beyond my loyalty and devotion because his heart was pure and true.

Eventually, I floated down like a feather and had the wherewithal to make sure he was okay. “Are you satisfied?” I asked, collecting the sweat from his skin with my tongue just to taste him.

“For now,” he said with mischief.

“I’ll spend the morning repairing you and the afternoon punishing you,” I said because Cedrych liked to know the itinerary ahead of time. I’d rather spend the entire day in bed with him, but there were matters we must attend to.

“And the evening?” he asked.

“I’ll spend the evening inside you. You’ll be sleeping in my chambers from now on.”

“Will I, my lord?” he said cheekily. “And why is that?”

Why indeed? Because I didn’t feel whole when the prince was absent. To think I almost lost him yesterday.

“Our guards’ attention won’t be divided if they have only one suite of rooms to watch,” I told him, the more practical reason. “And it’ll be easier for me to keep an eye on you. I needn’t remind you how terribly disobedient you were just yesterday.”

“Is that the only reason you want me in your bed?” he purred while squeezing me with his supple muscle. The devilish smirk he gave me over one shoulder must have had all the hearts aflutter in the fae realm. Not me though. Not mine.

“You’re awfully bold, considering my cock’s still buried deep inside you,” I warned.

“I’ve been called a brat once or twice.”

“My brat,” I corrected. He’d been sent to me for discipline, but we’d gotten caught up in something bigger than us both. I didn’t wish to dwell on the impermanence of our situation.