Page 78 of The Song of the Void

“Rei,” I sang. I could form a thousand sultry melodies with just his name. “Are you going to let me see all of you? All of…the real you?” I worked through the buttons at his chest, down his stomach until I eased his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it carelessly away. My own mud-caked clothes soon followed, until I was left in just my underwear.

Reiven smirked and reached for one of the bottles in the basket on the wall, squeezing the contents into his palm. “As long as you don't mind that I'm a Mourner.” He rubbed his hands together and dug his fingers into my hair, massaging the suds into my scalp.

I shut my eyes, stifling a moan of pleasure at the sensation. Soap ran in rivers down my back and chest, along with the dirt he freed from my locks.

“Rei,” I murmured, unable to open my eyes. “Is it terribly forbidden for a Mourner prince to love a Siren?”

“You know our people hate one another.”

“But…if two people really love each other, why should it matter that they were born in different places, that one favors fire and the other water? Maybe we can be the ones to show them that relations between Mourners and Sirens don't have to be so bad.”

Rei dragged his fingers through my hair until only water ran down my skin, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You've been spending too much time with Ashkade.” He gently guided me to switch places with him.

It was my turn to pour some of the soap into my hand, and I had to get up on my toes to reach the top of his head. A soft growl of appreciation bubbled from his throat at the scalp massage I gave him, and once his hair was rinsed, I couldn’t stop myself from touching his ears. They looked so natural I almost couldn't picture him with rounded Human ears now.

“The real me,” he muttered.

“I like how the real you looks, Rei.” Maybe he was self-conscious, having me stare at him with such newfound curiosity now that I knew he was a Mourner. “Your eyes are a different color, your ears are pointed, and your hands are black. Anything else that’s changed?”

“Perhaps I’m part phoenix and my legs are covered in feathers,” he said airily.

“Well, one way to find out.” I went for his trouser buttons, eagerly pulling away his soaked clothing so that I could fully see the real him, and he was no different below his waist than when I thought he was a Human. “Hmm, no feathers.” I kissed him, then lightly trailed my lips down his jaw and neck. His breaths quickened as I selected another bottle of soap and rubbed the liquid into his skin, and he seemed perfectly content to let me explore and clean his body at the same time. Until I drew my hand down to stroke his cock.

He barely kept his voice controlled. “Take that off.”

I knew he was pointing at my underwear, but I played innocent. “Hm?”

“Take it off. Now.”

“Why?”

“Because I doubt you want me to rip it off you.”

But that sounds amazing…

I pursed my lips and made a show of sliding them down my thighs with utmost laziness, enjoying every moment of his hungry, blazing gaze.

“Good. Now on your knees.”

His voice was enough to drive me mad. I didn’t even pretend to be defiant; I dropped to my knees and rubbed the remaining soap on my hands into his thighs. The water streaming down his toned body made mine positively hum with desire. “Reiven…I’ll do anything you say.”

Rei ran his tongue along his teeth and smirked. “Don’t give me that much power.”

“But that’s what I want,” I said quietly. My heartbeat quickened at the glimmer of depravity in his eyes, and I wanted so, so much more. His dick was rock hard and wet, and if he didn’t order me to take it in my mouth, I might actually fall apart.

Steam swirled around us, shrouding the room so that we might as well have been in a white void of heat. Rei rubbed his thumb against my cheek, making me wait a painfully long time before he gave in. “Show me what that pretty mouth does, aside from talk back.”

Pure relief filled me as I wrapped my fingers around the base of him, drawing my tongue slowly along the underside of his cock. I kept my eyes on him, and gently stroked his length with both hands while I massaged his swollen tip with my tongue. He could probably feel every single one of my tastebuds against his sensitive skin.

“What if I scrape you with my fangs? Are you going to be mad?” I asked innocently before I took him in my mouth.

“Don’t you dare.”

I couldn’t keep myself from testing him a little, but I was careful not to hurt him. It earned me a hiss from him that seemed part pleasure and part annoyance.

“You’re just begging to be punished for that…Take it deeper.”

By the Spirits, the things his commands did to me. Pleasure pulsed throughout my insides, and he hadn’t even touched me yet. I nearly forgot, but Reiven was a prince, so maybe that was why the authoritative lilt to his voice sounded so natural. Or maybe I was too preoccupied with aching for him to dominate me. The only thing I needed was to provoke him a little.