“Is it not obvious?” Snow muttered.
“Nay,”Vor said. “It is not.”
“I am no great beauty.”
Vor scoffed. “Sayswho?”
“Everyone,” Snow replied. “The Prince Consort is the most beautiful in the land. I pale in comparison.No onecan see past him.”
“I doubt there isanyonelovelier than you,” Vor whispered.
Snow looked up at Vor from under his lashes. He rather liked having an alpha’s rapt attention. Especiallythatalpha. Vor made his insides feel liquid. Liquid that was turned molten by Vor’s touch.
Vor’s fingers squeezed his asscheeks again, pulling them and exposing his leaking hole. “Have you ever known the touch of an alpha,Snow White of Kleeve-Burgh?”
He hadn’t. Not in the way Vor meant. Hehadused his collection of godemiches during his heats, to satisfy the need as much as it could be satisfied by a pale imitation. His godemiches might only be replicas of the real thing, but wasn’t it practically the same? A cock was a cock, whether made from horn, leather, or flesh.
“I have,”Snow fibbed, fearing Vor might think him too naïve and stop making him feel so good.
Vor smiled while sliding his hand between Snow’s cheeks. One of Vor’s broad fingers circled his leaking hole, tormenting the wicked flesh. Snow stretched his body long and tight, the need for that finger to slip inside powerful.
“Good,”Vor said. “I would never despoil a virgin.”
“Would it really matter?” Snow asked before whimpering when Vor moved his hand away from his hole. “Touch me.”
“Where?”Vor asked. From his hearty chuckle that followed, Snow assumed he knew the answer and was teasing.“Wheredoes the little prince wish me to touch him?”
“Inside,” Snow growled, arching his back.
Vor lowered his head, his lips a breath away from kissing Snow’s. “How much do you crave me inside you?”
A tremor crashed through Snow’s body.“Verymuch.”
“Kiss me,” Vor whispered. “And if I feel your craving strong enough, I’ll give you what you ask for.”
Snow stared at the lips he’d already longed to kiss. A mewl came from him as he lifted up to meet Vor’s mouth.
Vor lifted his head away, denying Snow. His rejection stung. Snow tried again, only for Vor to refuse once more.
“You’re playing with me,” Snow said, pushing against Vor’s muscled chest.
“I won’t make it easy for you, little prince.” Vor smiled, not letting go. While circling Snow’s hole with one finger, Vor’s lips parted and he seemed to struggle to take his next breath. “Tryharder.”
Snow wrapped his arms around Vor’s neck and lifted himself. Vor avoided the kiss, turning his head a heartbeat before Snow won. Growling, Snow rose to straddle Vor’s lap. He grasped Vor with both hands, his whiskers scratching at Snow’s palms. Snow planted a kiss firmly, before Vor could deny him again.
“There,”Snow said, backing away and gazing at Vor victoriously.
“That’s all?” Vor asked, cocking a brow.
Snow gasped. His jaw went slack, eyes wide.“Is that all?”
“No tongue. No nibbles. No licking,” Vor said, almost looking pained. Thankfully, a hint of a smile gave away his ruse. “Do you really want me—or not?”
Snow had witnessed frantic kisses in the shadowed corners of ballrooms. An earl’s son had tried with him years before on a walk amongst a garden and he’d hated every second of it. He’dbarely been able to breathe. If that was what Vor wanted, Snow wasn’t sure he could stand it.
But Vor wasn’t a weak, smelly earl’s son, either. He was a powerful alpha who made him crave things he had no right to crave. He pressed his lips to Vor’s again and kissed him gently. After a moment, he slid his tongue over the crease between Vor’s strong lips. The alpha opened to him, swiping his tongue against Snow’s.
Snow gasped, the sensation much more pleasing with Vor than an earl’s son. Their kiss deepened until Snow rolled his hips against Vor, their hard staffs sliding against one another. His smaller cock was not as mighty as the alpha’s, but it made no difference. The pressure… the rubbing… it feltwonderful.
