Page 77 of Drown Me Gently

“If he’s any good, she’ll find her own pleasure too.”

To punctuate the words, Ulric bit down on the nape of Auren’s neck, earning a startled, choked cry.

Someone on the neighboring balcony whooped with laughter and shouted, “That’s right! Give it to him!”

Ulric chuckled darkly against Auren’s back, but his focus was absolute. Every little sound Auren made—every twitch, every breath—wound him tighter and tighter. The underground pressure of a volcano on the cusp of spilling onto the earth.

The performance below turned feral, rhythmic slaps and cries echoing through the hall, but Ulric hardly noticed. He had a far better show in his arms.

When Ulric let his hand slide lower, thumbing Auren’s dripping slit, Auren writhed helplessly in his lap, grinding his ass on Ulric’s thighs.

He couldn’t wait anymore. He needed that mouth again.

Ulric grabbed Auren by the waist, maneuvering him before retaking his seat, the men now chest to chest.

“Give me that wretched mouth of yours,” Ulric growled, fisting the back of Auren’s neck and dragging him down.

Auren gave it to him, tongue first. Their kiss was messy, all heat and teeth and sensation. There was nothing soft or romantic about it. Ulric groaned into him, biting Auren’s lower lip hard enough to make him gasp, then chasing the sound with his tongue, stealing every broken breath he could.

Auren pressed in harder, grinding down with a helpless, shuddering noise. Ulric caught his ass with both hands, squeezing, spreading, baring him completely to the cool air.

“Ulric…” Auren gasped.

The Kraken rumbled deep in his chest. “What is it, spriteling? What can I do for you?”

Auren whimpered, struggling for words. “Please… with your fingers. Like before.”

Ulric feigned ignorance, just to see him squirm. “Whatever do you mean, my prince?”

Auren opened his eyes to glare at him, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.

“You know exactly what I mean, you grouchy old Kraken,” he hissed.

Ulric laughed. “Of course, my prince. Anything you desire.”

He stood, gently easing Auren off his lap before walking to the little shelf in the wall, uncorking one of the glass vials. The slick, semi-transparent substance gleamed in the low light.

“What is that?” Auren asked.

“Lubricant. It’ll make things… easier for you.”

Auren’s pupils dilated.

Ulric dipped his fingers into the oil and resumed his seat, beckoning Auren to straddle him. His prince obeyed without hesitation, legs bracketing Ulric’s hips, their hard cocks sliding together.

Ulric smeared the oil across Auren’s ass, working it in with long, tantalizing strokes, not caring about the mess. Auren’s breath hitched when Ulric’s fingers pressed harder, spreading him open.

“So beautiful,” Ulric rasped. “So fucking perfect.”

He ran his fingers up and down the crevice, relishing in the perfect shape of Auren’s ass. In the dimple of muscle he felt there.

“Do you like this, my prince?”

Auren’s face was buried in Ulric’s neck, hands braced on his shoulders. He felt a slight nod.

“You like having your ass played with?”

Another nod, hands tightening with urgency.