Page 25 of Zepharali: Lord of the East Winds (Lords of the Wind Book 3)
Zepharali
Zepharali sent a warning glare toward the Lord of the Golden Isles before he wrapped his prince in his arms and bolted into the evening sky.
Lazaar held on tight with his mouth still pressed to his throat. Zepharali groaned and flew faster at the feel of sharp fangs grazing his skin. He hadn’t realized he’d been craving his vampire’s bite until now.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To a faraway place in my world that’s only accessible to me. My hidden sanctuary where we can be alone and undisturbed.”
“Mmm, good,” Lazaar purred.
Zepharali’s cock was already hard, his blood pumping in his ears.
He heard the rushing water, his excitement growing with each second. He prayed his prince would love his special place as much as he did.
Zepharali soared upward, dodging the jagged rocks of the Hadher Peaks, the second-tallest mountain in Scáthanna.
He gripped Lazaar tighter and emerged through the entrance of his hidden cavern concealed behind a rushing waterfall.
After they were safe inside the nook, he released Lazaar to allow him to take in his surroundings, hoping he could see the same beauty he did.
Zepharali lit the torches embedded in the walls of polished rock, creating an ethereal light enhanced by his descending suns.
He straightened the many covers and pillows into a comfortable bed to combat the chill. The air was damp here, but he enjoyed it because it was the only place that grew natural moss and ferns in the many crevices, creating an enticing, earthy, amber scent.
Zepharali unlatched the sun emblems atop his shoulders and let his cloak fall to his feet.
He stretched out with a long sigh of relief and watched amazement flash across Lazaar’s gleaming obsidian eyes. He let him wander the cavern until he stood at the edge of the cliff.
“Do you like it?”
“My beloved. Besides you, I’ve never seen anything more breathtaking,” Lazaar whispered over the gentle roar of the waterfall.
He turned and noticed Zepharali lying in comfort and licked his lips as if he looked good enough to eat.
He blinked once, and his prince was lying beside him.
“I’m still trying to get used to that,” he murmured, a soft chuckle against Lazaar’s cheek. “My people were shocked as well. We don’t have vampires in the sun world, and your powers are a sight to behold.”
“I’m so grateful for the reception I received today. Everyone was so nice to me.”
Lazaar inched closer until only Zepharali’s wind could fit between them.
He groaned, long and loud, caressing Lazaar everywhere.
“I love when you touch me.” Lazaar rubbed his fingers over the ink on the back of Zepharali’s hands and up his corded forearms. “What do these mean? They’re so sexy and beautiful?”
Zepharali smiled. He adored how much Lazaar wanted to know every part of him.
“The connected triangles are a sign of immense strength, and the rays of sun form the four-horse chariot driven by the sun god, Helios.”
“My lord,” Lazaar whispered.
“Do you like them?”
“I love them. I want your hands all over me, all the time.”
It wasn’t long before they were both rock-hard and grinding against each other.
Zepharali licked Lazaar’s lips, inhaling his surprised gasp before he covered his mouth and eased his tongue inside.
Lazaar moaned, his eyes wide as if he had no clue this was possible.
He was clumsy and a bit overzealous at first, but it wasn’t long before Zepharali took control and slowed the passion until their first kiss was a blissful slow dance.
Lazaar seemed to enjoy it because the groans of pleasure were continuous, and he didn’t know if his prince realized how hard he was pumping his hips against his.
His destined love was in need, but he didn’t know how to go after it.
Zepharali kept their lips touching when he whispered, “I want to be inside you right now. I want to fill you with my seed until you crave it.”
Lazaar bit his lip, the tips of his fangs peeping through as he appeared to contemplate what that request truly meant.
As if he’d summoned the nerve, Lazaar climbed on top of him and began to writhe with awkward, jerky motions. But he didn’t care. It still felt amazing in his core that his lover wanted to pleasure him.
Zepharali had a bottle of coconut oil close, as he’d spent many evenings in his cavern alone with only his right hand for comfort.
Lazaar massaged his chest and began unclasping their tunics, removing their clothes with trembling hands.
Yearning tightened his nipples when Lazaar’s warm hands caressed his bare pecks.
“Am I doing this right?”
His massive heart lodged in his throat. “Any way you touch me, love on me…will be right and perfect.”
Lazaar smiled and pressed his lithe chest against his.
A thrill consumed his body at his unsullied lover. All that he learned and perfected would be taught by Zepharali. Everything Lazaar experienced that he liked would only be shown by him.
Lazaar’s body would be molded and crafted to his desire.