Page 21 of The Autumn Prince

I squealed there in the dark.

“Zalman? May I come in?”

“Incendis?”

“Yes?”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, a hand over my heart as I willed it to stop beating to fast. “Come in.”

He opened the door, and I gasped. Okay, so it was possible he’d rushed off to prep because this was a man who hoped he was going to get laid tonight.

“Your Highness,” I said with a grin, “that robe is absolutely indecent.”

It was similar to the one he’d had on when I’d arrived, but this one was a creamy color that was sort of iridescent while being absolutely transparent. I could see every line and curve of muscle from his shoulders to his thighs.

“Bring out your wings.”

He did, even fluttering them to make sparks fall to the floor.

“And now the fire.”

I could see him hesitate for a couple seconds before he let the fire overtake him. From the messy bun on top of his head all the way down to his toes, he snap, crackle, and popped like a campfire. I started tenting the bedcovers on my lap.

“Everything stays just like this, okay?”

He held the edges of the robe, making it part to reveal him right down the middle. He was definitely happy to see me. “Even the robe?”

“Especially the robe.” I threw back the covers. “It’s very pretty, and you look very naughty.”

Incendis fluttered over, sparks trailing behind him, and climbed into bed right on top of me. I notched our legs and moaned at the delicious warm weight of him. The fireplace in my room was nice, but this? Mmm… When he bit his bottom lip and ground against me just a tiny amount, I remembered this was new for him.

“What do you want to do?” I caressed down his back and teased at his cheeks.

His breath stuttered. “Um, I’m not sure.”

“Is there any lube anywhere? We’ll have a lot of options with that.”

With a little help from his wings, he lunged across the bed for the table beside us. He sat back on his knees then and showed me a little blue jar.

“What would you like to do with it?” he asked.

Him sitting on my legs with his cock up and his ears on display did not help when I imagined an entire porn studio of possibilities and shorted out my own brain for a while there.

“Zalman?”

I cleared my throat. “Uh, so would you like to maybe try fucking me?”

His eyes went wide and his mouth popped open.

“Or have you practiced with a dildo maybe and want to switch that around? I’m good either way.”

A bright pink blush stole over his face. I chuckled and smoothed my hands up and down his thighs and waited for him to come back online, figuring I’d shorted out his brain, too. And, yeah, being with a virgin was getting really fun.

“You…” He licked his lips and tried again, “You’d let me do that to you?”

“Well, yeah.” I sat up, wondering why he’d phrase it like that. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“That seems like a very intimate act requiring⁠—”