Page 19 of The Sunbound Princess
My pulse quickened, and I pressed my hand harder over my mouth. They were both hard, their dicks straining.
Straining towardeach other. Nikolas wasn’t talking about washing Dain’s hair.
Dain seized Nikolas’s hips and yanked Nikolas into him. Their cocks met, and they hissed in unison. Dain’s ass flexed as he ground his dick against Nikolas’s. “You think you’re getting my ass tonight?”
A wicked grin split Nikolas’s face. “I know I am.” He slid a hand into Dain’s hair and yanked his head back, exposing the taut column of Dain’s throat. “Unless you plan to stop me. But we both know you won’t do that, will you?” Nikolas ran his free hand around Dain’s hip to one muscular cheek. He slipped his fingers into Dain’s crease, and Dain grunted, his throat glistening in the moonlight.
“Bastard,” Dain rasped, his lashes fluttering as Nikolas did something between his cheeks.
My face flamed hotter than the campfire. Hotter than any solar magic I’d produced. I had to leave. I had to turn around and march straight back to the camp.
Instead, I stood frozen as Nikolas lowered his mouth to Dain’s neck, his white teeth flashing as he scraped them down the tendon that stood out from under Dain’s skin.
“Your bastard,” Nikolas corrected, swirling his tongue over the hollow of Dain’s throat. He slid his hand deeper into Dain’s cleft, and Dain gave a low, masculine whimper. They worked their hips against each other, their shafts sliding together in a sultry rhythm that sent heat spiraling through me.
Nikolas bit at Dain’s jaw, a growl rumbling from his chest. “That’s it. Open up for me.”
Dain moaned, his eyes sliding shut as Nikolas worked his hand deeper. I couldn’t see exactly what Nikolas was doing, but I didn’t need to. Relationships between men were common and readily accepted in the Summer Court. From what I knew of Saldu Kuum, the human kingdom was the same.
But it was still wrong to watch something I wasn’t supposed to see. Ihadto leave, except I couldn’t make myself turn away.
Dain shuddered, his thighs trembling. “Fuck,” he gasped, rocking his hips.
“That’s it,” Nikolas murmured, watching Dain’s face with bright eyes. “A little more. Let me in.”
Dain’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he pushed back against Nikolas’s hand. Water darkened his hair to the color of old coins, the long strands sticking to his back.
My nostrils flared above my palm—the same palm Dain had healed. The Dokimasi was silent now, as if the magic knew it couldn’t urge me toward Dain. Not when he was…occupied.
“Now,” Dain growled, tipping his head down. He whipped a hand up and gripped Nikolas’s nape. “Enough games. Either fuck me or turn around.”
Laughing, Nikolas pulled his hand from Dain’s cleft, then spun him toward the riverbank and slapped Dain’s ass. “Hurry up, then.”
They stumbled to shore, sending water flying in their haste to leave the river. My throat went dry as their cocks swung and muscle rippled under their skin. Dain went to his hands and knees on the grass, his body parallel to the river. For the first time, I noticed the men’s clothing on the riverbank. One set was folded in a neat pile. The other was strewn on the ground like its owner had flung it aside the moment he removed it. I didn’t need to ask who the second set belonged to.
Nikolas.
All thought of clothing fled my mind as Nikolas knelt behind Dain. He rubbed a big palm up Dain’s back, then gripped Dain’s shoulder and urged him to his forearms.
I held my breath.
Nikolas pushed Dain’s cheeks wide and plunged his mouth to Dain’s cleft.
“Gods,” Dain grunted, hanging his head. “Oh…fuck!”
“Mmm,” Nikolas hummed, digging his fingers into Dain’s cheeks. He pulled back slightly, giving me an unimpeded view of his tongue darting in and out of Dain’s body. Then he pressed his face deeper, rocking Dain forward as he licked and sucked.
A hot, restless ache bloomed between my thighs. I squeezed my hand over my mouth as a moan built in my throat. Guilt warred with arousal, and the voice in my head screamed at me to leave, but my feet remained rooted to the forest floor.
Dain’s shoulders trembled as he braced himself, his wet hair swinging with his movements. “Now,” he grunted, a plea in the command.
With a final lick, Nikolas straightened. He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth, then spat into his palm. His eyes burned as he stroked his cock, his gaze on the furrow of Dain’s ass. “You ready for me?” he demanded, his voice rough.
“Yeah,” Dain answered in the same tone.
“Show me.”
Dain cursed. He said nothing, and he didn’t move. But Nikolas sucked in a sharp breath.
