Page 74 of The Laws of Nature (Heirs of the Empire #3)

MARKUS

His Imperial Majesty Emperor Markus Darek is naked.

He’s in a pillow house in one of the seediest parts of Attar. He’s kneeling before the man who owns him.

And nothing in this world feels so sweet.

He looks up at Kye, slight and handsome in his leather jerkin and leather breeches. The jerkin is black and a little too short. It doesn’t meet the breeches and there is a stripe of Kye’s belly visible just in Markus’s eyeline.

Pale skin and dark hair. Markus wants to kiss it. He doubts he’ll be allowed anything like that any time soon.

And there are other things he wants more.

Cock.

“Please, Sire,” Markus says, voice heavy, thick with need. “ Please .”

Kye’s mouth twitches. Markus adores Kye’s mouth.

Soft full lips, slightly at odds with his otherwise slender, delicate features.

A smile dances, threatening Kye’s stern facade before his expression returns to Kye’s usual commanding one.

He reaches out with one strong hand and takes Markus’s chin.

“Beg me,” he says in a low growl. “Slave.”

Markus groans. He lets his chin rest in Kye’s palm and says, “Please. Please let me.” His own cock is so hard, pushed up flush to his belly and dripping arousal. “Let me suck you, Master. Use me for your pleasure. As I deserve.”

Kye does smile then. Thoughtfully. He keeps one hand on Markus’s face as he uses the other to open his own breeches and push them a small way down his slender legs. Markus gasps with pleasure at the sight of Kye’s fully roused cock. It smells like sex. Like sin.

This is a sin of the body, Markus thinks, a crime against Zai. It makes the pleasure so much sweeter to know it is forbidden.

Kye uses a thumb to hook Markus’s mouth open. Markus groans, he loves it when Kye uses his hands like this, when he opens Markus’s mouth for use.

A moment later, Kye pulls at Markus’s jaw, opening him wider, slides his hips forward and Kye’s cock fills Markus’s mouth.

Kye has his other hand in Markus’s hair, positioning him.

Kye takes Markus’s mouth deep. Deep enough that Markus has to concentrate on letting Kye’s cock go all the way into his throat.

Markus’s eyes prickle as breathing grows difficult and pleasure rolls down his spine.

Markus’s own cock twitches, but he knows Kye will not be paying any attention to that.

Right now Marcus is a hole. His mouth is for Kye’s use and pleasure.

The idea of it makes him burn with desire and with shame.

He likely doesn’t need anything more from Kye to reach his own spend, than this casual use and disdain.

Kye moans and his hips snap forward, taking Markus’s mouth suddenly much deeper.

He has both hands tight in Markus’s hair now.

Markus has nowhere to go as Kye fucks into his face.

Markus makes a choking noise as Kye’s cock hits the back of his throat.

He’s drooling shamefully, spittle thick on his chin.

Kye’s cock in his mouth is everything, all he is.

His senses are full of the scent of it. The deep familiar musk that drives Markus senseless with desire.

That brings him here, to this forbidden place, to this forbidden act.

To a sacred place where nothing else matters.

He groans around Kye’s cock. Kye might be controlling everything with his hands holding Markus’s head firmly where he wants it, but Markus still has a little freedom. As Kye pulls back for another thrust, Markus lets his tongue slide over the head of Kye’s cock, and teases.

In response, Kye makes a beautiful ruinous sound of pleasure.

The teasing touch of Markus’s tongue seems to spur Kye to use Markus harder. He starts thrusting his hips even more punishingly. It’s truly vicious now. Markus makes a strange desperate noise. He’s choking on Kye’s cock and it is blissful.

Kye moans and forces himself in very deep then stops.

Holding there, with his cock right down Markus’s throat.

A moment later he pulls back and thrusts in again.

There is a ringing in Markus’s ears. His jaw is screaming.

Between his thighs, Markus’s own cock jolts and spends untouched, sending another great wave of pleasure through him.

Kye pulls back, draws his cock right out of Markus’s mouth, so Markus is looking at it, red and thick, so beautiful.

Markus moans just to see it, Kye’s cock, so close to spending.

Kye curls his fist around it. Slides skin over skin and loses himself, quick and sharp, with a low groan of pleasure, spending all over Markus’s panting face.

It’s perfect.

A moment later, Kye drops to his knees beside Markus, Markus has tears on his cheeks and seed all over his face. Kye smiles at him like he’s the most beautiful thing Kye has ever seen. He leans closer and kisses Markus softly on the lips.

When he pulls back he says, “You make a beautiful cocksucking whore, Your Grace.”

Markus looks up at Kye. His heart is like a stone.

This has to end, he knows it.

The thought of that makes him feel like his insides are crumbling to dust.