Page 45 of Zepharali: Lord of the East Winds (Lords of the Wind Book 3)

Zepharali

“Damn, baby.” Zepharali rolled Lazaar on top of him while his addictive fangs were still deep in his throat. “Your appetite is insatiable this morning.”

I can’t help it. You taste too good.

“Mmm, don’t stop.” Zepharali meant the sucking and the way Lazaar was grinding his cock against his.

They’d been locked in his bedchamber for three moons, enjoying the lack of threat and the sounds of endless celebrations that resonated through the streets and the halls of his palace.

They only opened the doors long enough to receive food and wine brought by their attendants.

“I could come just like this.”

Do it. I want your scent all over me.

Zepharali didn’t know how he still had fluids left in his body. He’d come so many times in the last seventy-two hours that he should’ve been depleted. But instead, he couldn’t get enough.

He gripped Lazaar’s hot, naked cheeks and pressed him down harder, needing more friction.

He pumped his hips wildly, his neck arched and his eyes shut tight.

Lazaar filled him with his hypnotic elixir, making Zepharali buck and groan beneath him until his seed spilled over their abdomens.

He grabbed a handful of Lazaar’s long hair and tugged until he released his bite.

He flipped them again and inched lower, spreading Lazaar’s thighs wider. It only took one long, luscious lick of his pale cock to make his dark lover erupt inside his mouth.

Feeling blissfully drowsy, they drifted into a peaceful sleep until the suns were setting over his land, leaving a gorgeous array of purple, orange, and pink across the sky. Gazing at it through his open roof was almost as beautiful as his treasure.

But he knew their private time had come to an end.

Lazaar was soaking in a deep tub while Zepharali allowed Lyan and Dyan in to tend to him.

“We’re sure you enjoyed the three days off, but if we don’t get the two of you out of this room tonight, you’ll miss the grand celebration in the square. Held in both your honors.” Lyan laughed while twisting his dreads.

“What grand celebration?”

“The one the town has been planning for two days.” Dyan was already laying out dressy attire for him and Lazaar.

“Tonight. Why tonight?”

He still wasn’t ready to share Lazaar’s glory with the rest of the world, but he couldn’t keep him to himself forever.

“Because if we wait another moment longer, Boraleashe will leave or cover the entire realm in snow.”

Dyan joined in Lyan’s laughter.

“The lord of the Arctic World has been griping and making everyone miserable.” Dyan rolled his eyes. “And if I have to draw another ice bath, I’m gonna drown him in it.”

“All right, all right. We’ll go, but not for long. Lazaar still needs rest. That was some exemplary power he displayed.”

“Mm-hmm.” Lyan pfft’d. “I’m sure that’s why you want to hurry him back to your bed…for rest.”

Zepharali rubbed his palm over his throat, already desiring another bite.

And you call me insatiable.

Zepharali smiled.

Lazaar’s amplified powers were so strong he knew what Zepharali was thinking without him voicing it or sending it through their link.

Sounds like we will have to go out this eve, my lord. Your brothers have waited long enough. We should celebrate you all being together again before they return to their realms.

I agree. I do want to spend some time with them before they leave.

Lazaar came through the side doors, draped in a long robe. He was dripping wet and smelled heavenly.

That damn berry scent always lingered beneath the stimulating scent of smoke and power.

Lazaar gave Zepharali a look that said he wouldn’t mind one more sensual bite, just to tide him over until they were back in his chambers.

He was about to shove Lyan to the side and lay Lazaar’s inviting body on his messy bed, but his man pressed hard on his shoulders.

“Don’t even think about it,” Lyan scolded, then called Elephaa and Lazaar’s attendants to take him into his own quarters to dress him. “Since you two can’t be alone without ravishing each other.”

I promise more later, my lord.

Zepharali hummed with pleasure and threw Lazaar a wink before he was whisked away.

He couldn’t wait to see how Lazaar’s new fairy friends—who hovered closer to him than Myst when he was out—did his gorgeous black tresses this time.