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Mathias howled something hoarsely in Mazekhstani as I drew out and slammed back into him hard, instinctively trying to pull away from me. I yanked him back down onto my cock, the breath leaving his body in a gasp as the top of my thighs smacked against his ass.
His hands slid free from the unsecured loop of the belt, but as I’d only used it to get him into place, I didn’t bother to stop him. Pale fingers tore up clumps of snow and the grass beneath it as he began to claw desperately at the ground.
I loved taking him apart like this, watching his eyes lose focus and his breathing stutter as I forced his body to submit.
“Fuck, Ren!” Mat panted, squirming beneath me.
“I’m sorry,” I said, not feeling sorry at all. Because within mere seconds, I felt him tense and buckle beneath me. His ass clenched tight and he made those delicious moans I knew so well.
“You look beautiful coming around my cock,mi sol.” I grinned into his hair, delighted at how quickly I’d brought him to climax. By the Blessed, that was an ego boost and a half. “But I hope you know I’m not going to stop fucking you just because you’ve come.”
“Keep going, please,” he begged, lost to his high, and I continued to drive into him, listening to him trying to breathe through the brutal thrusts and savouring the inarticulate, garbled noises of pleasure as he sobbed and shivered through his oversensitivity.
“You belong to me,” I growled, twisting my fingers through his hair and remembering too late Mat’s distaste for expressed possessiveness. But with everything I was doing to him, with everything we’d shared, it felt right to claim him like this; to show him how fucking much he meant to me in a way that no one else had ever come close to. “You’reall mine, Nathanael.”
His noises of half-agreement, half-protest carried me over into my own release. I emptied into him, the stars above our heads seeming to fucking explode into light and colour as I did, and feeling like the luckiest man on the continent.
I’d played with all sorts of people in my years, and yet those experiences all seemed dull and tasteless now compared to the exquisite vintage that was my irritable yet passionate northerner. My precious, exquisite, fuckinguniquemess of a man.
Mathias went limp beneath me, spent and exhausted. His ash brown hair was damp and plastered to his forehead, his eyes were closed, and he had the relaxed limbs and smug, floaty look of someone who had just been thoroughly used.
I ran my fingers through the slickness leaking out of him, drinking in the soft, helpless noises he was still making.
I may have frequently complained about Mat’s attitude, I mused, but it wasmuchmore fun to fuck it out of him.
*
Chapter Twenty-One
My insides felt suitably rearranged after our fun last night, my body sore and satiated, and I hid my smile as I heard Ren come through the door of the lodge and stamp his boots on the doormat to clear them of snow.
“Brat. Didn’t I tell you to stay in bed?”
“You did,” I agreed without turning around from where I was combing the cupboards for any supplies we could take with us. “Was I supposed to listen?”
A harsh slap across my abused ass had me hissing out a complaint and spinning around to find my lover’s expression wavering between the unimpressed look he wanted to grace me with, and the gleeful smugness he couldn’t quite disguise.
“Did that hurt?” he asked slyly. “I couldn’t – and wouldn’t – have done that if you were still in bed, Mathias.”
I raised an eyebrow, refusing to respond to such a loaded and misleading statement, and Ren huffed out a disappointed sigh when I failed to rise to the bait.
“You know, your life would be so much easier if you did what you were told.”
“You mean, yours would be,” I retorted, and he offered me a wink.
I glanced at what the prince had tucked under his arm, inhaling deeply as the delicious smell wafted around the room. “You brought food?”
“I told you I was going to brave the wilds and hunt us down some breakfast using nothing but my hands and my wits,” Ren drawled, “and that you and that pretty cock of yours were staying tucked up in bed so I could play with them when I returned. Unlikeyou, I held up my end of the deal.”
I eyed the dead bird he was carrying with a great deal of scepticism. “Hunted down?”
“Indeed.” He gestured for a plate and I scrounged one from the cupboard, planting it down on the bench so he could lay his trophy atop it. “Pretty impressive show, if I say so myself, and agoodsubmissive would show his appreciation by going down on his master.”
In lieu of that idea, I threw him a rude gesture.
Ren made an indignant noise, but it was all bluster. I’d blown him plenty of times since he’d helped me back to the lodge last night and spent hours cleaning us both up, holding me close, and whispering sweet praise in my ear that he would pretend to deny in the cold light of morning. Sometimes my mouth had found its way down there of its own accord, and other times hadn’t been given much of a choice when the prince decided that my sarcasm needed to be silenced for a while. I’d told him that it was okay to admit he was losing his edge in our banter, and he’d proceeded to test the limits of both our self-restraint – and the muscles in my jaw – by fucking my mouth slowly for nearly an hour.
I’d gotten my own back just before dawn.
