“I’m not a strategic match for you, Vincent. You know that already.”
“Because we’re from the same tribe?”
“Because I’m loyal to you, eternally. There would be nothing gained.”
“What about your fat cock?” I said with a dizzy smile, too horny to focus.
“Has Hyas approached you?” you asked while I contemplated how I might get you into bed quicker.
“Why do you ask?”
“He wouldn’t be the worst option.”
I glared at you. You were supposed to be helping me outsmart them, not planning my wedding. “You’re as bad as Mater. There is no option, Henri, because I’m not doing it.”
“I admire your tenacity but let me remind you that having you safe and thriving in this world is more important to me than having you to myself.”
“Really? You could give me up just like that?”
A dark look shadowed your handsome features. “No. Never. But I could learn to share.”
“What? That’s bullshit. You don’t even like sharing your wine. Besides, what about what’s important to me?”
You rested your forearms on my thighs and leaned in closer. I scented your sharp, manly musk, like pine trees and fresh rain. I wanted it all over me. The way you smelled after fucking me, that’s what I wanted.
“Then tell me,” you said.
“It’s you.” I pulled you into a long, lazy kiss, hooked my ankles around your hips, and lured you onto the bed. You climbed me like a panther, all muscle and predatory grace.
“What about me is important?” you asked, warming up to receive some shameless flattery.
“This is important to me.” I squeezed your ass, so firm I could hardly get much traction. “You could crack nuts with them cheeks. And these…” I drew my hands along your powerful back and hooked them on your broad shoulders. Touching you was such a thrill.
“What else?” You drew your nose across my jaw and placed soft kisses along my throat.
“This isveryimportant to me.” I stroked your fat cock as your eyes closed, lost to the sensation. “I’d say it’s the workhorse of this operation.”
“What about these?” Your fingers palmed my ass, one fingertip brushed up against my hole. I arched with anticipation.
“Those too. And this.” I tongued your mouth, then nipped at your lower lip.
“You’re using me for my blood,” you teased, but instead of pulling away, you let me take a little more.
“It’s not my fault that you spoil me.”
“Spoiling you is my favorite pastime.” You shoved me back against the pillows and spread my knees wide. That look was in your eyes, and I couldn’t tell if you were going to be very nice or very mean.
“Hell yeah, Henri. Suck my dick.”
You chortled. “When did you become so bossy?”
“Ever since you started calling me ‘your highness.’ The power’s gone straight to my head.” I licked my lips and tore the lower one, letting the blood dribble down. You caught the droplets with your thumb, put it to your mouth, andsavoredit.
“How could you give this up?” I tempted, running my hands along my chest and down to my cock. I fondled myself while you watched, mouth open. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
You grinned. “That’s a dubious offer, cucciolo.”
“Make me prove it then.”
