Page 21 of Henrikk’s Masquerade

Asher’s arms wrapped around Henrikk, his bare chest solid against his back. “I see you, Henrikk. I always have.” His voice dropped an octave lower, stern and strained with desire. “Now…Let. Me. In.”

Henrikk squeezed his eyes shut against the wind and snow and frozen tears on his face. He was lost in the darkness, held upright by the man he’d loved since the first time he’d seen him in the military’s barracks. Stretched thin by pain, torture and sacrifice.

All these years, he’d eradicated every shred of the man he used to be in the pursuit of something far greater than his own life.

But he’d never meant to drag Asher into this.

I’m sorry, Asher. I’m sorry. I tried to make you hate me. I tried. But I should have known you’d see through me.

“Please,” Asher whispered, kissing his neck tenderly.

A soft moan escaped Henrikk’s lips. Still, he resisted, his legs pressed together, preventing easy entry.

“I do not wish to force you,” Asher said. “Unless that is what you want?”

“I cannot tell you what I want,” Henrikk choked, and it was the truth. He didn’t dare examine his own heart. “I don’t know what I want.”

And I deserve nothing.

Asher pressed forward, harder. “Then I will show you what I want.”

Asher pushed insistently. Slowly, Henrikk shuffled his feet apart, and Asher pushed him forward so he bent at the waist, staring at the frozen grounds below.

“Try to relax,” Asher ordered, his commanding tone sending a small thrill through Henrikk.

It was not enough to eclipse his panicked state, and every muscle in his body remained rigid as he shivered from fear andu cold. It was a wonder his swollen cock managed to stay hard in this temperature—but then again, Asher’s mere presence was enough to make him rock hard.

“I’ve dreamt of this,” Asher said breathily, pressing his cock against Henrikk’s tight, unyielding asshole. Without further warning, Asher thrust forward, his thick cock breaching Henrikk’s tight ring of muscle.

Henrikk threw his head back and screamed into the night, a sound laced with pain, pleasure, and truth. Because he’d dreamt of this too.

Chapter 5

PAIN TOLERANCE

Henrikk

Searing agony split Henrikk down the middle, cleaving him in two, just like Asher’s colossal cock was splitting him apart.

He’d known Asher was well-endowed, but he hadn’t realised just how big he would feel thrust up into him.

Henrikk squeezed his eyes shut and sucked air in through gritted teeth as he braced himself against the stone bannister.

I am the Vampire King, he recited. Commanded by shadows.

I am all-powerful.

Unstoppable.

It was no use. He was a grown man, but his body trembled, and angry, confused tears flowed down his face.

It was the ultimate failure: He’d lost control. Not only that, but he’d allowed himself to be captured, and wasn’t resisting half as much as he ought to as the general penetrated him.

And he was about to be humiliated even further because a man was about to fuck his ass.

When had he become a prisoner of his own game and feelings?

I am no man at all.