“Yes, highness.”
If he was going to scold me for teasing him, he wasn’t able to, because any words on his tongue melted into a long moan as I squeezed a second digit into his hot, tight ass. Sebastian let out a high noise and ground his teeth as I scissored my fingers, stretching him out. I loved unravelling him this way. My haughty omega prince—well, king, now—was no match for a good fuck from his fated mate.
Sebastian gasped after a while. “Enough. I need more.”
He left no room for disagreement. He sat up and spread his ass, at which point I realized he was going to ride me. I bit my lip in anticipation. I grabbed my cock and held it in place for him as he slowly skewered himself on it. The way Sebastian shifted his hips down, his face flushed and his lips parted, was so fucking sexy I couldn’t stand it.
Sebastian buried the entire length of my cock in him except for my knot. He squeezed his muscles, sending a powerful jolt of arousal down into my balls and making me swear. The cheeky little bastard grinned, pleased with himself. I put my hands on his waist and felt up the softness of his skin.
“Shall I fuck you or are you going to fuck yourself, Your Highness?” I asked.
Sebastian answered my question by slowly raising himself up, then dropping back down. I groaned loudly while Sebastian cried out. It obviously felt good for both of us. I dug in my fingers above Sebastian’s hipbones and helped him rise again. By the time Sebastian fell into a solid rhythm, his thighs were shaking from effort and pleasure. His cock was hard again, slapping against his own belly with every thrust. The new king was obscene, looking utterly filthy as he rode my cock, and I was smug with the knowledge that I was the only person who would ever see it.
Soon Sebastian gave up with his cool façade. Wanton noises of pleasure spilled from his lips, and the room filled with the sound of moans and slapping skin.
The lucidity slowly disappeared from Sebastian’s eyes, replaced by hazy lust. He looked the same way I felt—depraved and horny as fuck. I never wanted to let him go. I wanted Sebastian to sit on my hard cock forever, getting fucked relentlessly until he was screaming in pleasure and coming non-stop.
The thought made me grit my teeth. I was close again, and I had a feeling my mate was, too. His ass clenched hard around my cock and his thighs trembled.
“Push me down on your knot,” Sebastian demanded breathlessly.
This time I didn’t argue with him. I gripped his hips and shoved him lower. I felt the sensual way his slick hole split open for me, and my knot popped inside of him. Sebastian went silent for a split second before crying out. His legs squeezed my sides.
“Fuck,” Sebastian breathed.
He never swore, so it was a surprising treat to hear a curse from his lips. I was proud of myself for prying it out of him.
“Good to go?” I asked.
Sebastian nodded, breathing heavily. He braced himself with a hand on my chest and spread his ass wider with the other. The way his tight, hot hole twitched around my knot felt fucking amazing.
A sex-frenzy consumed us. I fucked Sebastian and he met me halfway with every thrust. The slick juices of his omega hole trickled down and soaked the sheets. Sebastian screamed with unbridled pleasure each time my knot popped in and out of him, pounding him hard.
Sebastian came, fast and hard. White-hot stripes of his cum landed across my stomach. It sent me over the edge. I grabbed his hips and shoved him down, thrusting my cock as deep as it would go, and unleashed everything in my balls. My cum overflowed inside him, dripping messily out from where our bodies met.
He slowly slumped forward with a tiny groan of fatigue. It was undignified and honest, and I loved that Sebastian only showed this side of himself to me. There was nobody else in the world who was allowed to hold him naked against their chest after an intense round of making love. I wrapped my arms around him in fierce possessiveness.
After catching his breath, he rearranged himself to lay with his back to my chest in a spooning position. His frame was small, even more so when he was nude. He fit perfectly against me like a puzzle piece.
Sebastian craned his head back, brushing his soft hair against me and sighing. “That was wonderful.”
My heart thrummed with affection. I nestled my face closer to his, soaking up the pleasant heat of his flushed cheeks. I pressed a kiss to his temple and held Sebastian close, never wanting to let go. The last time we’d been intimate, our afterglow had been cut short. That wasn’t going to happen ever again. Sebastian was king, and I was his fated mate. We had all the time in the world.
Without thinking and without hesitating, the words trickled out from my lips: “I love you.”
Sebastian tensed. I worried for a second that I’d upset him, said too much too soon. But when he turned to face me, I saw that his eyes were wet and glistening.
“I thought it went without saying that I feel the same way,” he mumbled, as if annoyed at himself for crying. I smiled and wiped his eyes gently with my thumb.
“Why don’t you put it in writing?” I teased.
Sebastian blinked. A thoughtful expression came over his face.
“You know what, Rourke?” he said. A telltale mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Maybe I will.”
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Sebastian
