Asher moaned as Dominic grinded hard against him, a wave of need so overwhelming - it made him lose his senses. He gasped, wrapping his arms fiercely around the Alpha's upper body and yanking him closer and closer to his neck. They fell into a rhythm, Asher shivering as the sweet sensation of Dominic's lips shot straight to his brain, registering, and he responded with blubbering moans — of pleasure and a hunger he'd never experienced before. A hunger so new, it made him arch his back and curl his legs around Dominic's sexy waist. He raked his fingers down the Alpha's back, his palms dancing with possession as he cupped his left arsecheeks, squeezing and wanting twice as much contact than they already had. Dominic pushed his cock down harder against his midsection, his lips firmly attacking the smooth expanse of Asher's beautiful neck, the little snot's squeaky moans only aggravating his hunger, making him ground harder and wanting to fuck him up, screw him right there, on the sheets until Asher was so full of his cock, he'd forget how to speak once they were done.
"This is what you want right?" Asher rasped, his breathing shallow as his fingers dug deeper into Dominic's scalp. "I can let you have sex with me. But you must promise that you'd reject me after we're done."
Dominic froze.
Just when Asher thought he'd magically fallen asleep, the Crown Prince pulled back, his eyes brimming with anger and disgust. He hastily got off Asher as though the latter was a plague.
"Leave my room this instant." he said flatly, gesturing towards the door.
Staring at him in shock, Asher tried to place a finger on what he'd said wrong. He whipped his fingers to the skin of his neck, wincing slightly at the myriad of rough bruises. "Dominic — "
"You're so fucking stupid and naive," Dominic said, turning to reach for the white towel that hung on his closet door, securing it firmly around his waist before whirling around again, his eyes hard as stone. "Please take a moment to access if any of this makes sense to you. You claim to hate me, yet you're more than willing to let me screw you up. Isn't that delirious?"
Asher jutted out his chin, already on the defensive. "It's not. I'm willing to ride your cock only if I get to be free of you. Which is the only reason I offered. Stop making it seem weird."
Dominic snorted, glaring at him wordlessly for what felt like ages. Asher lowered his eyes, his tongue swiping out of their own accord to wet his bottom lip at the sight of Dominic's visible bulge. He was still turned on as fuck.
"Since that's what you desperately want," the Crown Prince paused, looking away. "Then I'll grant you your wish."
Asher blinked, his heart pounding loud against his ribcage. He could hardly believe it. "Really? Tell me this isn't one of your infuriating jokes."
Dominic moved over to switch on the lamp by the nightstand, the hazy fluorescent light flooding the entire room. "Yes. If you're that desperate then I'm happy to break our mate bond," his jaw locked. "Forever."
Asher eyed him in disbelief. "Are you sure you can break off the entire thing right this minute?"
Dominic scoffed. "The mate bond isn't the only thing tying us both together. Both our families also signed a legal marriage contract binding you to me once you come of age. Nulling that sacred piece of paperwork would be harder than breaking off our bond physically. It'll take weeks."
"As long as you can break off the physical bond right this minute," Asher stated calmly. "Then that's alright. I don't care about how long the other contract papers take."
"You should care," the Crown Prince smirked suspiciously. "You could still get stuck with me after I break off our bond. You'll be eighteen in less than two months."
"I know you're more than capable of handling this in less than a week. You just love playing hard." Asher snarked.
"You have absolutely no idea what you're asking for, stupid boy," Dominic pursed his lips. "What we're about to do has never been done before. We're going against the Moon Goddess's law of fated mates and you have no idea how impossible it is to leave with the hurt of a broken bond. It'll be so obvious to everyone. I'll be hurting too."
Crossing his arms over his chest, Asher sighed. "Right. Yet, Sabrina didn't hurt when she felt her bond with Roman break off. Nor did anyone suspect her."
"Sabrina wouldn't tell you her entire experience. She must've felt the hurt no matter what. And Roman, would've as well. He even had cause to suspect her when she eventually ran away. And mind you, they don't have the weights of two kingdoms resting on their shoulders. If I break off our physical bond without the public knowing anything, it'll only raise stares and more questions when we're seen at gatherings drifting farther from each other," the Crown Prince curled his lips into a sardonic smile. "And I know you. Rubbing your freedom all over my face will become your new hobby, and I can no longer care about who you whore yourself out with. Your indifference would make people talk."
Asher rolled his eyes, not fazed at all. "Fine, fine. Newsflash: I don't care. As long as I'm no more tied down with you, I can take on any criticism. Do it already."
Dominic stared at him for a long moment, his expression pinched and somewhat nervously. He shook his head at last.
"Alright, then. But don't say I didn't warn you." he said tersely. "Kneel down."
Asher gasped in rage, his expression scandalous. "What the heck did you just say? I should kneel down?"
"Yes." Dominic glowered impatiently.
"But you didn't tell Sabrina to kneel down when you wanted to re-establish her bond with Roman."
Dominic cocked his head to the side, unimpressed. "Are you normally this daft? I'm not re-establishing our bond but breaking it off. You have to kneel down so I can reject you properly."
Asher knew all about the rejection rituals. But each time Dominic made contact with his skin, the Crown Prince always managed to make him feel...hot and bothered. He needed this rejection to happen so bad. So he knelt down.
Dominic placed his left hand on his head, closing his eyes as he swallowed. "I, Alpha Dominic Bron Devon. Crown Prince of Agravaria hereby reject you, Prince Asher Von Heaven as my mate. From now henceforth, we have nothing binding us together." he retrieved his hand, stepping back to lock eyes with Asher, curious.
For a second, nothing happened. No intense pain or strangeness like he'd often read in the books. But after a minute or so, the impact finally hit him. Asher gasped as he slumped forward, writhing about in pain, his eyes wide and frantic enough to get Dominic panicking.
"Fuck..." the Prince groaned, clutching his chest. "I-I accept...y-your rejection."
At that, an invisible force slammed Dominic hard against the door, rattling it. They both managed to remain silent as the guards came rushing, Estel's voice floating over in worry. "Your Highnesses? Is everything alright, Sires?"
"We're... alright, Estel," Dominic managed with a low growl. "Go back to your duty post."
When the guard's footsteps receeded, Dominic lifted himself up with a wince. Asher laid on the ground, almost passed out — his tongue sticking out like a fish's. There were literally no words to describe how he was feeling except fire.
He felt it most in his chest, then behind his eyes, in his stomach, all over his damn body. The clothes he had on were suddenly an enemy. He wanted to rip them off and stay bare on the ground. The mind link between them was now static — severed beyond repair and his heart felt ripped in two. Dominic tried to drag him up but he shook the Crown Prince off, wallowing in pain and self-pity.
"I did warn you."
"Fuck off." he growled, trying to stand and staring at the room in a new kind of wonder, his eyes unfocused. "Ugh."
"It'll take only a few minutes for the pain to wear off. Chill," Dominic assured him, a hint of amusement in his voice. It rattled Asher.
"Do you think that this is funny?" he snapped, grabbing the Crown Prince by the neck. "I feel like shit and you're laughing."
"I wasn't laughing." Dominic stated, his composure solid. He glanced down at Asher's hands and scowled. "Bold of you to touch me too. The rejection is making you irritable and unwell."
"I am not unwell!"
"Keep your voice down, you fool," Dominic thundered. "What do you think you're feeling? Look how disorganized you suddenly are."
Asher wanted to squeeze his neck a little harder. To bring his knee up and kneed the unaffected motherfvucker deep in the balls. "If you don't shut up..."
"So, you're no more attracted to me then?" Dominic sneered, bringing his face forward, so close that they could feel each other's breath. "I suppose that's a good thing."
"You're disgusting." Asher bit out, eyes widening in horror at his body's betrayal. His dick swelled in his pants, sticking out so well between them that Dominic was forced to look down and clamp a hand around the tip.
Asher dropped his hands to his side's with a moan. Dominic pressed harder, a smirk dancing on his lips. "Disgusted or aroused? Choose one."
"Disgusted." Asher gulped, his voice suddenly below a whisper. Dominic grabbed his hands, flipping him over on the bed so his weight crushed Asher in place.
"Really?" he asked, grinding his hips into the Prince's entrance.
Asher's response was muffled by the pillow beneath his face, but it couldn't have been anything less than a moan; Dominic reckoned. He pushed his crotch harder, making Asher writhe about in pleasure.
Then he leaned into the snot's ear and whispered. "Disgust is quite the wrong word. You still... desire me. You still want me, little prince."
"No, I don't. You're getting it all wrong." Asher said, cursing as he struggled not to buck his butt back to meet Dominic's thrusts. "I hate you, fool."
Dominic chuckled, capturing his earlobe in between his teeth. He nipped at it aggressively. LllHow ironic — you're the foolish one here. It's possible to want someone you loathe. Lust has no regard for hate. That's why I still kid myself around with a little dipshit like you."
Asher propped himself up on his elbow. "Fuck you, Alpha."
Dominic gripped his left arsecheek, squeezing, his nails digging. He eventually pulled off and flipped Asher over once more to unfasten the Prince's belt.
Asher was free now. To leave. To go far away from Agravaria or Melissa. To lead his life alone. With his own rules, having sex with whomever he wanted.
But strangely, his body was suddenly more attentive to Dominic's hands. Need and passion coursed through his body, making him groan and shudder as Dominic curled a fist around their cocks, grinding them together.
Oh shit!
"You can tell me to stop, you know," Dominic murmured, nibbling at his bottom lip, his breathing hot against the Prince's skin — pushing their leaking cocks against each other's. "I can stop right this minute. I can let you leave if you wanna."
"Don't..." Asher bit out, grabbing a fistful of Dominic's muscular buttocks and yanking his hips closer. "Don't...stop. Please."
Dominic laughed, the sound setting off fireworks in Asher's brain — the euphoria caused by Dominic's delicate grip around his cock taking over his body completely. It feel so good. So magical. So wonderful. So...wrong. The birth-long pact binding him and this man together was over thirty minutes ago. He had no right, no entitlement to be doing this. Especially with a man he hated. But God...the way they rutted together like rabbits on heat, Dominic thrusting with the ferocity of a deranged tiger. His wolf, Samson purred, sinking it's claws in Dominic's back — and Dominic's wolf responded with a growl of it's own.
Oh fate's!
Small glittery stones exploded, gray and bright in the edges of Asher's vision, raw pleasure so insane...it rocked his body like a raging tsunami. He groaned, and with one final buck to meet Dominic's thrust, went limp on the sheets, face flushed and his breathing ragged. He only had less than a second to process what had just happened for Dominic growled, his cock swelling as thick spurts of come splattered on their bellies, mixing with Asher's. The Crown Prince held onto Asher tightly through his ejaculation and Asher felt as though he was floating. He felt so surreal. The thrill of pleasure making him hold onto Dominic also.
They laid still for a moment, relishing the feeling.
And then the goddamn dam broke and reality came rushing in.
Asher shoved him off, scrambling to his feet in a daze. With trembling hands, he fitted his cock back into his underwear and drew up his zipper, gasping in horror when he smeared his fingers with the rain of come that decorated his shirt. Fuck.
"Quit worrying, will you. It meant nothing."
Not meeting Dominic's eyes, Asher rushed to the door, thankful that it was too dark for anyone to take a good look at his ruined clothes. Disgust rippled through his body and he couldn't wait to get out of his robes and burn them.
What had he been thinking? What the hell happened in there?
How could he have enjoyed that — how could he have done that now that he was finally free? Finally himself?
It's okay, Asher, Samson purred. It meant nothing.
He sighed, trying to relax. He was glad that it was over.
It's over.