Page 25 of The Autumn Prince

Most of the time, he was an absolute sweetheart, but I did like it when he got a little grrr.

Setting everything up for the night was a complicated process—probably because of the royalty involved. There was a big tent and several smaller ones. Fires to light and torches to set up. The horses were corralled, watered, and fed. I tried to help, but they kept shooing me away. Then someone gave me a blanket and a mug of spiced cider, which pretty much said I should leave them alone.

Incendis smirked at me. I ignored him.

Dinner was venison steaks, roasted potatoes, and yet another kind of gourd. I’d always thought the little ones were just decorative, but apparently not. I was getting a little sick of them, though.

It was nice sitting around the fire, especially when Incendis invited anyone who didn’t have something to do to sit with us. But I had a sudden pang of missing my friends because this was the sort of thing we did together. Milo had wanted us to spend the night in the forest because it was one of the few remaining dark places where we could see the Milky Way. I could look up and see stars now, but they didn’t look quite the same. It just reminded me that I was elsewhere, and they weren’t here.

“What’s made you sad?” Incendis whispered beside me. He took my plate and mug, handing them off to the person collecting them.

I shrugged. “Missing my friends. Hoping they’re okay.”

He put his arm around me and snuggled me into his side. The kiss to my temple made me smile.

I must’ve dozed a little because I woke as he was picking me up. “What’s going on?”

“We’re going to bed. Nothing’s wrong.”

I relaxed in his arms, loving that he could carry me so easily. Still wrapped in my blanket, I was deliciously toasty from the fire and from Incendis holding me.

He set me down on something that looked like a giant bag and felt like a pillow stuffed with pillows. I wiggled into it, feeling like I was in a nest. Last night’s bedding had been simpler—I liked this better.

“Hold still,” Incendis said on a laugh. “Let me get you undressed.”

Well, sure. I flopped onto my back and let him do all the work.

“You promised me something earlier,” I said once he had me down to my skimpy yet old-timey underwear.

He grinned and started working on his own clothes. “You’re tired.”

“I’m not that tired.” I demonstrated by helping my semi get happier.

Incendis chuckled and shook his head, but I had his complete attention. He even stopped undressing when he only had his vest unbuttoned and trousers open. When he swooped down to take my mouth in a filthy kiss, I wrapped one leg around his thigh and got two handfuls of his auburn hair.

He ground against me, way too much cloth still between us. When he broke away for a breath, he fumbled himself completely free and rolled his hips against mine. Good, but not great. I wanted more. As he kissed my neck, I said, “Will you fuck me? Please, baby, I need to feel you.”

Moaning against my neck, he nodded. Yay! When he moved back to find the lube, I turned over, dug my splayed knees into the pillow bed, and rested my cheek on my hands. The position seemed to really distract him, making me giggle at him.

But then something very wicked twinkled in his eyes and had a devilish grin stretching his lips. I shivered to see it. Here comes the grrr…

He kissed the back of my neck as he leaned over me and played with my hole. Slippery and so naughty he teased me mercilessly by fucking me with two long fingers that barely brushed over my prostate. It wasn’t nearly enough, and in between moans, I might’ve started growling.

When he fit his cock to my hole, I caught my breath and wailed as he filled me. Oh, he felt so good! He was perfection in girth, length, and now technique, too. My strong prince was doing pushups over me, his cock taking me with every drop down.

“You’re so terrible,” I said on a laugh as I lifted higher to meet him.

He chuckled, too, and dropped down to cover me, press me into the bedding. Just barely rocking his hips, he ground his cock into me, and had me whimpering against the back of my hand. “So terrible you’ll hump the pillows to make yourself come?” he asked with a rumble to his tone.

Oh, what a monster I’d made.

“Don’t need to,” I said between panted breaths. I was moving with him, but his aim was impeccable. I was going to come…any…

I hollered as a rush of brilliant release zinged through me. He moaned in my ear, his hips bucking briefly, and I smiled to know I’d taken him with me.

“I think…it’s you…who’s mine,” I whispered.

He didn’t say anything, but I felt him nod.