Tristan groans. “Well, I’ve been telling you to go pluck him for three years now.”
Yes, I’ve heard those gentle nudges from him, but my hands were tied as the decisions belonged to my brother, andhewanted to delay any obligations for as long as possible. Now, it’s up to me, and I don’t care to wait. Unlike Kyranis, I’m ready to take on the responsibilities that come with my position at the Nocturne Court. The luxuries and privileges we have depend on us doing our duty to the rest of the Realm. Something I won’t be shirking from.
And if I get a beautiful human of my own as a reward then… don’t mind if I do.
“But I didn’tpluckhim. Nothing that can be done about that now, is there?” I ask, annoyed that the situation demands I explain myself.
Tristan takes a step back with a sour expression. “Tell me at least… You fished him out when he was so young… what’s he like now? Is he pretty?” Tristan’s eyes widen a little. I know all too well that he doesn’t discriminate when it comes to the gender of his many lovers, and while jealousy wraps itself around my chest like a kraken’s tentacle, I’m too proud of my companion not to boast about him a little.
The green strands in his fine hair are like seaweed. His long fingers are beautifully breakable, like the rarest corals, and his ears, so small and cute in their roundness, I wish to suck on them for hours. But most of all, he is only mine. My good-for-nothing twin might have been the one to order that I make an arrangement in his stead, but I was the one to pick Luke, the one to take him. He is mine in all the ways that matter.
“He is perfect. You will see.”
Tristan bites his lip and shakes his head with a smile, making his long red hair move in sleek waves. If he wasn’t holding Luke’s clothes, he would probably shove my chest the way he sometimes did with Kyranis. A gesture I never really understood, but then again, I rarely got to interact with others.
“I will. I’ll be in the first row at the wedding, and definitely not late. I bet Reiner and a team of seamstresses will be frantically working into the night.” He nods at me with his chin, his long, elegant ears making a little twitch as he leaves.
I close the door behind him even though I should go too. But if I leave now, I’d have to walk with him along the corridor, and continue the interaction. It’s better to wait it out a little.
Now that I talked about my promised to Tristan, all I can think of are Luke’s pretty flushed cheeks and cutely round ears I want to run my thumbs over. Would one more peek at him hurt so much?
“Just for a few heartbeats,” I promise myself as shadows whisper, enticing me into their depths. I stand in the corner and touch the wall, opening a small circular passage. The shadowild isn’t tamed by the same rules as the material world, so I dip in my face and feel it emerge on the other side. The damp air smells of water and moss, and as my eyes open, I forget that the rest of me is standing in the hallway, separated from the bathroom with several walls.
My body stiffens when I see him from the darkness cast by one of the beams in the ceiling. And my cock reacts immediately.
My body moves on its own accord, face pressed to the translucent barrier reminiscent of silk so thin one can see through it. The flickering green lights make Luke’s form appear fuzzy, but the closer I am, the better I can see him from the shadow on the ceiling.
My heart beats so fast it feels like it's about to jump out of my chest, because the vision below me is so erotic my whole body throbs with need.
Luke lies in the water with his eyes half-closed, cheeks flushed and mouth open as if he’s already inviting me in. His pale chest turned pink in the middle, one long arm rests above his head, the other reaches between his obscenely spread legs.
He’s pleasuring himself with lazy strokes and letting out the most enticing whimpers I want to lick out of his mouth. Strands of wet, green hair stick to his face and shoulders like seaweed, transforming him into a creature of the sea tailored to lead me tomy downfall. The moans are a siren’s call, and I can’t see the sharp rocks ahead, because Ineedto have him.
Chapter 10
Luke
Kyranis is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. While I know he took me against my will and that his reasons are selfish, I can’t help the way my body reacts to his presence. There’s raw power in him, and not just in those firm muscles and wide shoulders. His eyes burn with the conviction of someone who knows what they want and how to get it. I’ve always fallen for the wrong guys, but this might be a new low. And still, as I curl my toes in the tub and work my cock, it’s his face I envision above me. My imagination runs wild, reminding me of how his hands felt on my skin, how he led me to the carriage wrapped in his cloak, and as I slide lower into the water, I can feel the ghost of his cock against my hole.
He waspackingunder that leather and gotsohard for me. As if I was the only guy that interested him in this court filled with beautiful elven royals.
What would he even be like in bed? Just as unyielding and demanding? I wouldn’t mind that actually. I like when a guy knows what he wants.
I keep my eyes half open as I stroke my dick in the water without haste, enjoying the imagined touch. Shadows dance over the dark blue ceiling high above, flickering from the lights of the chandelier adorned with fish skeletons. This is the most luxurious place I’ve ever been in, and if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m trapped here, I could imagine an alternative life in which I spend my days traversing the palace at an elven prince’s side.
Dark Companion.
Such an odd title, yet it calls to me.
On the ceiling above, the shadows seem to… thicken? But this place is filled with strangeness, so I don’t pay it too much attention, instead imagining Kyranis’s face.
And then it appears for real, emerging out of a tar-black surface with eyes wide open and filled with lust.
I can’t breathe, or think, or do anything at all, so I stare at him, with my cock pulsing rapidly in my fist as his large, elegant hands reach out to me from the ceiling.
“Luke.” His voice has a raspy undertone that makes my dick stiffen, so I put my other hand over my crotch, but he’s already climbing out of the shadow, closer by the second.
His cloak glides to the floor like a leaf off a tree, and I end up yelping in panic.
