Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 48568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“You can kill a devil?”
“Of course.”
Kinsey leaned against a tree, his arms folded in a rather jaunty manner, lava-light playing through his dark eyes on occasion like ripples on a lake deeper and more dangerous than any encountered in the world of men. He did not seem perturbed by the open conversation about his demise.
Sebastian did not know anything about devils. His mother had banned all talk of magic, devils, good and evil from his world. He had been raised in an entirely mundane paradigm.
Blood was oozing from Lucan’s shoulder. It was clear that significant damage had been done to his sword arm, and given the situation they were in, a knight with a wounded arm was of no good to anyone.
An idea struck Sebastian. It had never occurred to him before, mostly because Lucan’s natural dominance was so obvious and overt that even though he was technically of higher rank, he never felt it.
“Sir Lucan, I order you to let Kinsey heal your wound,” he said, channeling his most imperious tones.
Lucan lifted a dark brow at him, and immediately Sebastian felt a little thrill running through him.
“Order me, do you, sire?”
“Yes,” Sebastian insisted. “I cannot have a wounded knight. Submit yourself to the devil’s healing immediately so we can be on our way.”
A faintly indulgent expression crossed Lucan’s bloodied face.
“If my liege commands it,” he said. “I will allow you to heal my wound, devil, but I will pay no price. You are the reason I sustained this injury. You could have seen us both killed today.”
Kinsey pushed off the tree, strolled forward, and placed a casual hand on Lucan’s shoulder. In an instant, the flesh that was rent asunder in a bloody gash knit itself back together again. The fabric was still torn, but the skin beneath was entirely intact.
“There.” The devil grinned. “We are even. More than even, as I have not only given you my healing, but provided one of the many clues to the mystery that is your little prince. He’s got the devil in him, Sir Knight. And there’s nothing you’ll ever be able to do to change that.”
With that, he snapped his fingers and disappeared, like a dark, dramatic, sassy-as-all-quite-literal-hell fairy.
Sebastian was not sorry to see him go. He only hoped that he would stay away. That hope grew as Lucan reached for him.
“Come here,” Lucan said, drawing Sebastian by the hand hard up against his body. Sebastian anticipated an embrace, but what he got was a hot, hard, passionate kiss.
“What was that for?” He asked the question even as his head spun. He had dreamed so many times of being kissed by Lucan, of enjoying such an intimacy.
“For all you are, all you have been, and all you will be.”
Lucan’s words did not contain as much meaning as Sebastian might have liked, not overtly. But he heard the passion in the knight’s tone. He felt the desire still lingering on his lips. And he felt the answering of the call in his own flesh too.
The heat and need that had been lingering for years detonated between them. The next kiss was deeper, Lucan gripping Sebastian’s ass possessively as he picked him up bodily and carried him away from the corpses and blood to a part of the forest less sullied by combat.
Before carrying Sebastian off, Lucan made a brief detour to grab a small vial of oil from the pack on the horse. It was among many items he had purchased at Greenbelt, though it was also one he could barely justify to himself even as he was buying it. Ostensibly, had anyone asked, he could have said it was for cooking. But he had never intended it for any use other than the one he was about to put it to.
More hot kisses, more desperate touches, the removal of clothing all ensued in quick succession.
Sebastian was like a starving man finally being fed. He submitted to Lucan’s dominant touch, but there was a deep desire in every touch and kiss and hopeful little sound he made.
He put his precious prince over a fallen tree, Sebastian’s thick, shapely, royal ass ripe for the taking. Lucan’s memory flashed back to the very first time he had ever whipped the prince, how even through britches the alluring roundness of those cheeks had drawn him.
Now they were naked, vulnerable, and ready to be oiled. Taking control, Lucan spread Sebastian’s cheeks, then reached forward and took the prince’s hands, guiding them to his own ass.
“Hold yourself open for me.”
Sebastian obeyed. There was no resistance in the young man anymore. All his rebellion had been channeled into pure desire. He would have done anything Lucan told him now, including exposing his tight little hole for the fucking.
Lifting the bottle of oil, Lucan drizzled it down between Sebastian’s cheeks, using his thumb to press the lubricant into Sebastian’s butt. He felt the tight ring of the prince’s muscle working against his thumb, and he took his time loosening his ward.