Page 25 of Henrikk’s Masquerade

“And this?” Asher murmured knowingly, his grip shifting, intensifying, focusing on the head of Henrikk’s cock as he applied a delicious, twisting motion that made his core spiral out of control. “Is this better?”

Yes, yes, yes.

“No…”

“Hmm.” Asher sped up.

I’m going to come like this, Henrikk realised defeatedly. I’m going to blow my load as Asher jerks me off.

He had to concede that there were far worse things in the world. He dropped his head, eyes drifting shut as he tried to stifle the whimpers building in his throat, as though he was whining like a wolf.

Asher stroked him up and down, up and down, squeezing the engorged head and massaging the sensitive underside just the way Henrikk liked.

Holy fuck. I should have had him doing this to me from day one.

Suddenly, all those years spread out before him, from the day he’d first met Asher to this very moment. Days and days, season upon season, all wasted opportunities when he and Asher could have been doing this.

And not just this position.

Every position.

Henrikk had rutted Asher from behind countless times, denying him pleasure on nearly every occasion. But that was a shadow of what their joint pleasure could have been.

As their encounter in the Garden Room had demonstrated. Seeing the dying light in Asher’s eyes as he surrendered to his orgasm had been beautiful, like the fragile line between life and death. A part of Henrikk wanted to see that glimmer again.

The rest of him wanted to rage against the indecency of what Asher was doing to him.

But that rage was dying down, like an inferno running out of fuel. It left nothing but suffocating smoke in its wake. Not for the first time that night, Henrikk felt alone, confused, and completely out of his depth.

He became aware of himself moaning, and he couldn’t stop. It was far easier to bleat like this than hold back the treacherous sound.

“That’s it,” Asher coaxed. “You can take it.” The general was entitled to gloat, and yet, he did not. Instead, he spoke kindly, and that was worse.

Henrikk could only moan in response.

Suddenly, Asher went still inside him, but his hands were busy. The only sound in the night was of their rough breathing and the sharp jerking motion of Asher’s hand as he squeezed and pumped Henrikk’s cock. The movement went from slow and steady to fast and desperate, and Henrikk’s resistance began to slip. His body slumped forward against the wide railing, melting beneath Asher’s masterful strokes.

Suddenly, the general began thrusting in and out of him again. Henrikk jerked violently, tense and alert all at once, but Asher didn’t stop. He grew rougher, gripping his hips tightly and driving in and out like a battering ram.

Fucking me the way I fucked him.

The knowledge that he’d put Asher through much the same treatment made it no easier to bear. Henrikk grunted loudly as he was jostled against the stone balustrade again and again.

Asher sped up, pounding harder now, his own groans joining Henrikk’s. Their breathing grew heavier, their panting louder, and although Asher had begun gentler than Henrikk had been to him, he was demonstrating that he was capable of being just as ruthless as Henrikk.

And then some.

“Fuck!” Henrikk yelped, tears blurring his vision as Asher rammed into his ass—hard, fast, deliberate, cruel.

Surely, I did not make him hurt like this?

“General,” Henrikk cried, delirious with pain and blind with pleasure as he neared his climax. “Stop. I—I command you to stop.”

“No,” Asher said shortly. The tone in his voice brooked no argument. “There is no stopping now. I have waited, Henrikk. I have endured time. I have endured you. And now, you shall endure me.”

Suddenly, Asher seized his hair with one hand and yanked him back, forcing his neck and back to arch upwards to face the dark sky. The elements stung Henrikk’s face, snow and wind assaulting his skin as Asher assaulted his rear. The general’s other hand was planted firmly on his hip, and time froze as Asher held him there.

“Listen to me carefully, Henrikk, because I’ve waited a long time to say this to you. Are you listening?”