Page 76 of Drown Me Gently

Auren pulled off with a filthy pop. “But I want to,” he said. “I want to know what you taste like. I want all of you inside me.” He went back down, as if he meant to ruin Ulric. Ulric was more beast than man now. Reduced to a tangle of nerve endings and need. Unraveling one breath at a time beneath the mouth of a man who was becoming his undoing. He gripped Auren’s hair tight, using it to drag the prince’s mouth back and forth, nearly pulling all the way out before shoving back into his throat.

All the while, Auren hummed, breathing hard through his nose as spittle dribbled down the sides of his mouth. Ulric wanted to stay in this moment. To burn it into memory. If this were all he ever got, he would die knowing that Olympus had once bowed to him, mouth open and eager.

And when those ocean-blue eyes met his, watery from the intensity of it all, Ulric fell apart.

He spilled into Auren’s ready mouth, hips twitching, teeth gritted to avoid shoving in so hard he’d bruise the poor Mer’s lips. Auren took it all, greedy, devoted, throat bobbing as he drank Ulric in.

Ulric gasped, feeling as though he’d shot out three times his usual load. When he pulled out, an echoing jolt of pleasure shot down his spine as he watched Auren lick his lips clean.

Ulric’s knees gave, and he crumpled into the chair, panting like he’d just swum the entire breadth of the Pacific.

Auren crawled into his lap, straddling him, his flushed face split into a grin so wicked and triumphant Ulric wanted to kiss it right off him.

“Still think we should have left?” Auren teased.

Ulric could only growl and yank him down into a bruising kiss.

He tasted himself on Auren’s lips, tongues tangling in an explosion of sensation.

“You beautiful menace,” he hissed. “Now it’s my turn to have my way with you.”

The Kraken’s hands made quick work of stripping him bare. But that didn’t mean he intended to rush the next part. Not now. Not after Auren shattered every wall between them. No, Ulric would savor him and draw out every second into an eternity. Slowly, he pushed Auren back, letting his greedy gaze drink him in.

Gods above.

Auren stood before him, bare and flushed, cock hard and leaking against his stomach, thighs trembling from need. The low light from the stage accented every line of him, honed and perfect. A body made for worship.

And Ulric planned to do just that.

He tugged Auren onto his lap, his back against Ulric’s chest, their bare skin slick and electric where they touched. Ulric reached around, wrapping a hand around Auren’s aching cock, stroking him slowly, idly, just enough to draw a ripple of pleasure down Auren’s spine. Enough to keep him gasping, whimpering every now and again, those sounds punching straight through Ulric’s chest like spears.

“Watch the show,” Ulric commanded, steering Auren’s gaze forward. “Don’t look away while I touch you.”

Below them, the show roared on.

Bodies writhed together on the main floor, the scent of sweat and lust thickening the air. Auren watched the stage as Ulric watched him—the way his mouth parted in breathless awe, the way his hips rocked into Ulric’s loose grip without even realizing it.

The first man and woman took to a high podium, gleaming with sweat, bodies heaving.

Ulric saw it coming before Auren did—the inevitable crescendo. He heard Auren’s sharp intake of breath as the man grabbed the woman’s hips, lining himself up with her entrance. He thrust into her with a guttural roar, and the woman cried out in duet, wild and feral.

The wet sound of it echoed across the hall.

Auren stiffened in his lap, staring with wide, stunned eyes.

“What did he just—?” he choked.

Ulric leaned in, lips brushing Auren’s bare shoulder, dragging his teeth lightly across the overstimulated skin.

“He penetrated her,” Ulric murmured, dark as silk. “If he keeps that up, he’ll spill inside her.”

Auren’s thighs clenched on top of him. More precum oozed out as though his cock were crying for release. Ulric groaned as the fresh dribble slicked his hand where he still idly stroked Auren’s length.

“Is that how… how they…?” Auren could barely get the words out.

“Mmhmm,” Ulric hummed, licking a slow, teasing stripe up the length of Auren’s throat to his ear. “That’s how it’s done.”

“Does she… does she also…”