Page 46 of Heartbreak Prince

Watching the prince of Belavrin bend his head over my hands and use his breath to dry my nails is too erotic for me to handle in my current state. I press my thighs together and hope that my arousal isn’t so copious that it’s seeping through my dress.

Vawn varnishes my nails, then paints seven more glyphs on his own, finishing off all but a few drops of the paint sample. After two sealing coats for both of us, the varnish bottle is half empty. We haven’t touched our second paint sample, though.

“This would fetch an even higher price than usual, since no one else got any.” I touch it lightly with one fingertip. “I wonder what made this batch so special.”

“If things had gone according to plan, they would have announced its unique features, and we would have each gotten a tag with more information,” Vawn says. “As it is, I can only guess. There’s a unique luster to this formulation that could indicate the inclusion of unicorn bone powder in the paint itself, not just the varnish. That would enhance durability.”

“Hm.” I lie back against my pillows, inspecting my nails. “You did so well. I can’t believe I got these for free. Last time I had to dance at the Lycan every night for a year and do the touch pod on my off days to afford a set. So many hands squishing my tits, squeezing and poking my pussy. I didn’t like it.”

My words slur a little, and I have the vague sense that I wouldn’t usually be so honest. But in this moment, I like honesty. Transparency is good. Openness is good. I want to be open to the beautiful prince, in every way.

But when I look over at him, he’s busy with his satchel, ignoring me.

“I’m going down the hall to bathe,” he says. “It’s still early, so there won’t be too many people needing the bath. I’ll be quick.”

He leaves while my brain is still processing what he said. Too bad. I wanted him to fuck me. I can’t remember why I ever thought it was a bad idea.

Getting to my feet, I dump the remaining wine in my glass and drink it down. I need more of the warmth, more of the dizzying happiness, the sense of carefree relaxation. I nibble some of the sugared nuts, then flop on the bed again.

My wine-blurred mind can’t tell how much time has passed, but Vawn still isn’t back. He’s all right, though. The inn is quiet. If anyone had attacked him, I would have heard it.

The arousal swells between my thighs and I writhe, unable to think of anything else. I spread my legs, claw the split skirt of the brown dress out of my way, and slide one hand into my underwear.

I’m slick and hot beneath the soft, clinging fabric. I need a hard dick right now, but I make do with my fingers—the ones he just painted. The glyphs are sealed, so I don’t have to worry about them being damaged. All I need to do is imagine the strong, deft fingers of the prince, lifting my hands, placing his plush lips near my skin, and releasing his breath against me.

What I wouldn’t give to have those fingertips massaging my clit, those lips against my mouth, that breath skimming my throat. I’m sure he has a beautiful dick, and it would slip so neatly inside me. He would brace his body over mine and thrust, and thrust—

I pulse into my cunt with three fingers, eyes wide, breath ragged, immersed in the fantasy. My legs lift, arched and curled tight. I fuck myself faster, whimpering, until with a final contraction of every muscle—

The door opens.

I’m already coming, it’s happening—I can’t control it, can’t pull it back.

Vawn shuts the door quickly behind him, and he watches me finish coming on my fingers.

I draw my hand out, wet and shaking, and clasp it in place over my underwear. “You were supposed to be in the bath.”

“I finished faster than I expected.”

Something about the way he says it and the wry quirk of his lips makes me wonder if I’m not the only one who indulged in a little sexual relief.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he continues, averting his gaze from mine. “I’m glad you took my advice about relieving some tension. Did you know that arousal fluid or pre-cum can serve as a glyph activator just like saliva or blood? Of course there has to be intent paired with the activation, but—”

“Yes, of course I know that.” I stretch my legs out, allowing myself to enjoy the flush of post-orgasmic relief. “Were you satisfied with your bath?”

“Satisfied? Interesting choice of words.” He sits down on his bed. He’s wearing tight pants and a cropped shirt he insisted on purchasing, one that shows off his abdominal muscles and the V of his hips. “I am clean, yet I am still filthy. I finished, but no… I am not satisfied.”

I keep watching him, idly running my freshly painted fingertips along my thighs. The same fingertips that were just inside me.

Vawn swallows, then licks his lips.

“In a way, this was only fair,” I murmur. “I’ve seen you come, too.”

Color heightens in his cheeks, and I smile, surprised and delighted that he can blush.

“If you smile at me right now, I swear, Syth.” Vawn rises in a frenzied rush and stalks to the other side of the small room. “I only have so much strength. And by the fates, your legs are lethal. You should cover them up.”

“I don’t think I want to.”