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I just… wanted to know what it would be like with him. I needed to know. Just once.

Exhaling a slow, unsteady breath, I finally unbuckled my seatbelt and glanced at the time again. 8.22 p.m. If I didn’t do it soon, he was going to leave.

And I’d never know.

My legs were trembling as I got out of the car and locked it. The slickness between my cheeks made my cock tingle and start to fill with every slow step I took toward the door of room 15. He’d already drawn the curtains, so I couldn’t see inside.

I glanced around furtively as I approached. The Elfknot Motel was a long, single-level strip of rooms on the outskirts of town. A pink neon sign above the front office at the other end of the low building declared, VACANCIES, which didn’t surprise me. There weren’t many other cars in the parking lot. The place looked old-fashioned and dated, even to me.

And sordid. Seedy. It sent a shiver of lust up my spine.

This wasn’t something I did. I was a fae prince. I was supposed to be dignified and regal at all times, not trembling with lust in the parking lot of a seedy motel, about to get fucked like a desperate, cock-hungry slut by the uncouth ghoul who despised me.

My cock hardened to the point of agony, prompting me to raise my hand as I stopped in front of the door. I quickly looked down at myself before knocking. I was wearing a pair of soft, tailored grey trousers and a loose-fitting sage green shirt. I hoped I didn’t look like I’d made too much effort.

Though I supposed it didn’t really matter what I was wearing. We were here for sex and nothing else, so I probably wouldn’t be wearing my clothes for long.

My gut swooped with anticipation as I finally rapped my knuckles softly on the door. It wasn’t at all cold out here, but I was shivering as I stood there and waited for what felt like an eternity.

When I heard the click of the handle, my heart began to pound even faster, and I tried to arrange my face into a calm, almost bored expression. I knew I failed spectacularly.

My breath caught when the door opened and I saw Vince standing there in jeans and a black sweater. He stared at me in silence, then stepped back and held the door open so I could walk inside.

Neither of us spoke as he closed and locked the door behind me. I couldn’t even take in the room, nerves and anticipation making me light-headed, and I almost jumped when Vince finally spoke.

“We do this once and that’s it.” His voice was rougher than normal. Gravelly.

I swallowed and nodded. “Yes.”

When I heard movement, I turned and saw him pulling his phone out of his jeans pocket and setting it on the dresser. Then he picked up the bottle of lube resting there and tossed it onto the leopard print-covered bed.

“And you want me to act the same as before, right?” he asked in a flat, impersonal tone.

Strangely, it calmed me somewhat. He wasn’t trying to humiliate me—at least not before we… began. He was here to fuck me, I was here to get fucked, and that was that.

“Yes,” I repeated hoarsely, my cock jumping and my fingers flexing by my sides.

“Safeword?”

My pulse leaped. I’d had to look up what that meant after he’d mentioned it in his text. I’d done it while brushing my teeth, and had ended up with toothpaste foam dripping all over my hand and chin as I got distracted reading various articles and blog posts on my phone.

I cleared my throat, but my voice was still hoarse when I said, “Foxglove.”

He nodded once then stripped off his sweater, making my breath hitch and my cock throb, even though I’d seen him shirtless innumerable times.

He lowered his hands to his fly and popped the button. “Strip.”

I swallowed thickly. Hands trembling, I reached up and began to undo my shirt buttons until the soft fabric slipped off my shoulders and landed in a crumpled heap on the floor. After tugging off my shoes and socks, I fumbled with my fly and felt a flush creep up my neck as I pushed my trousers and briefs down my legs and stepped out of them. My cock jutted out from between my hips, stiff and already beginning to leak.

I shifted into my true form as I straightened, but kept my wings hidden. They would probably get in the way. When I looked at Vince again, he was naked, and more embarrassed heat flooded my face when my prick visibly pulsed at the sight of him.

He was lean and sinewy, toned with muscle, his hips narrow and shoulders strong but bony. His hard cock was flushed a darker grey than the sickly pale shade of his skin, and his eyes were like big, burning black holes as he stared at me in silence.

They dropped to take me in. All of me. My fingers flexed by my sides, and I had no idea why I was so nervous. I’d been naked in front of him before, in the arena. Shamelessly splayed, showing him everything.

He wrapped a loose fist around his cock and stroked absently as his gaze trailed back up my legs. My breaths shallowed, prick twitching and spilling a drop of pre-cum that clung to my piercing.

Vince’s dark eyes flared.