"Beautiful," he turned to scowl over his shoulder at Dominic's intense facial expression as the Alpha spread his cheeks wider. Asher froze when Dominic licked his hole, sending tingles through his entire being.
"Oh my god," he held onto the table's edge, his legs about to give out. He whined louder, his entire body quivering as though he was being electrocuted. Dominic flicked his tongue in a curt circle before diving deeper, causing Asher to tighten his hold on the table, spreading his legs even wider, Dominic's long fingers keeping his arsecheeks apart as the Alpha savoured his hole. It felt so...nasty and good, both at once. He couldn't believe he'd ever enjoy having a tongue in his arsehole, let alone Dominic's. Insufferable, jerk-face, Crown Prince Dominic's tongue!
"Someone's enjoying this a little more than I am," the bastard taunted in his head while fucking him with his tongue and slipping in one finger. "Not trying to brag but, this is only a tip of the iceberg of how much I can drive you insane. I bet you'd be singing my name when I have my cock in you. Bigger. Thicker. And it'll fill you up so well, you won't ever think about having any other fucking cock in your hole except mine for the rest of your life."
Jesus.
"Shut up," Asher groaned, his eyes blurry and his legs quaking with each thrust of that cool tongue and soothing finger. "Don't be deluded. You and I know that I'll be the...last person to come..begging...for your dick."
Fuck, he needed it more faster. Just a little more —
Exhaling in frustration, he flailed his hands backwards, capturing the sides of Dominic's head. Securing them more firmly, he pressed Dominic's face forward while he pushed his arse back, clamouring for it, moaning, like a devious slut, Dominic's sexual pheromones stimulating his entire being. He knew he'd regret this later — like waking up with a hangover after a surreal night of partying and drinking — but right now, he tried not to care. The pleasure was too good to be cut short. So good.
Reality came crashing back when Dominic suddenly pulled his tongue and finger out. He whipped his head back, disappointment coursing through his veins. "Why the hell did you stop?"
Dominic straightened, his signature smirk dancing on his lips. "I thought someone said he wouldn't beg."
Still dizzy from the brief sugar high, Asher wished he could reach further back and smack the Crown Prince hard. "You stupid motherfvucker. Stooping so low..."
Dominic rolled his eyes then shook his head. His dick was still semi-hard, but deflating rapidly. "You need to get off your high horse if you truly want this. Admit that you'll go insane if I don't continue fucking your cute, little arsehole with my tongue."
"Never," Asher roared through gritted teeth, fiddling his bottom lip in between his teeth as he thought about how best to handle the current situation. He couldn't dress up and go home, ignoring how horribly empty and needy he felt. He would never beg, and most definitely wouldn't be coming back like an addicted drunk for more. There were many Alphas out there who could do a better job at satisfying him that Dominic. He cursed himself for letting the Alpha seduce him from the onset, and vowed to never fall for a repeated occurrence in the future, no matter what. A one-time fling was more than enough, and it could be blamed on their raging hormones, right?
Right.
"Stop being such an arrogant arse and get on with it, will you? I didn't come all the way from Melissa at this ungodly hour to worship at your feet."
"I won't tolerate your ungrateful attitude," Dominic huffed, his eyes a wild storm barely contained by a thin dark glass. "You need this more than me."
"No, I don't. And ditto, because I'm also finding it hard tolerating your high-strung arse. Forget your crown outside, we're both equals in bed, whether you like it or not."
"This is humiliating," Dominic sighed, dragging a palm down his handsome face. "I can't believe I'm about to do this. I can't believe I'm sexually attracted to such a disrespectful little prick."
"Neither can I believe I'm about to be fucked by a psychopathic bastard like you," Asher retorted. "God, I can't wait for it to be over so we can move on with our lives and forget it ever happened."
Asher watched him take off his pants quietly before turning around and feeling the bastard's hands curl around his hips. "Finally, something I can agree with you on."
"Actually, we both agree on a lot of things. You've just got a stick — no, a rod — up in your arse to acknowledge..."
Asher's words completely watered down into an incoherent gasp as something thick, hard and slippery probed the entrance of his stretched, tingling hole, smearing the precum all over. It was, oddly amazing that he'd gotten Dominic so aroused to produce that much pre cum even when they weren't mates anymore. Regarding his undying sexual attraction to the bastard, Asher would've been suspicious and asked Dominic if truly he'd severed their mate bond ties if he didn't feel the empty void within himself so strongly. The only time he ever felt complete was when Dominic spoke to him through a familial mind link or whenever the bastard was near. He didn't want to question how weird that was. He didn't want to have a nightmare and admit that perhaps, he was starting to fall hard for the brute with each private encounter they had with each other.
"Are you gonna fuck me up real good, or what?" he asked, his voice so hoarse he could barely recognise it as his. He was leaking loads himself, his precum thick, white and heavy as it trickled down his inner thighs down to his ankles. He probably looked like a sick, cheap whore, leaning heavily against the desk with his arse spread wide, eager for the cock of a man he'd loathed his entire life. But fuck, circumstances could be really uncompromising and he wasn't to blame totally. His hormones were messing up his rational thinking, and frankly he'd be lying if he said he cared.
Dominic tightened his grip, sinking his nails deeper into his skin as he pushed through the sphincter inside. Asher became motionless, frozen like time, his mouth open but no sound coming out of it. Oh, my god. The feeling of being filled up perfectly was mind-boggling, and not what he'd expected at all.
Fucking, shit.
Now he understood what Dominic was saying about his cock being incomparable to his finger. The immense satisfaction of having a cock, not just any cock but one that was big like Dominic in him was on another level, higher than cloud nine. He suspected that it had something to do with brain chemistry and their pheremones mixing with each other's, but it was a thought so hectic to pursue. At that moment, he felt so incredibly good, nothing else mattered. But it still wasn't enough.
"Fucking get moving now, Crown Princeling," he rasped, his face turning beet red at how raw and needy his voice had become.
"You're such a beautiful liar," Dominic groused, a subtle tease in his voice. "Try all you want, I can feel just how much you're enjoying having my cock in you. A simple, 'Thank you, Alpha' won't hurt but you're too full of pride to be genuinely grateful. And you say that I'm the arrogant one?"
Asher glared at the spotless desk surface. "It wouldn't hurt too to acknowledge that my virgin hole is the best you've ever been in since you were born. It's clean, neat and tight, unlike your numerous sluts who've been fucked so many times over by other men. Be thankful to the Moon Goddess for the mating law, otherwise this virgin hole would've been pummeled by a cock that definitely isn't yours a long time ago."
Dominic leaned forward, his teeth closing around an earlobe. He didn't know why the mere thought of Asher been fucked by some other Alpha infuriated him, but he wasn't about to let the proud snot know anything about how he felt. "Just like humans, we also have our flaws," he pulled super slowly, then slammed back hard again.
Asher moaned, his eyes unfocused, his lips delirious.
"This is disgraceful," Dominic groaned, securing his hands more firmly around Asher's waist as he started pounding into him, his breath coming off hot, harsh and unsteady against Asher's neck. "You made me like this, you little snot. You broke all of...fuck...my defenses."
"Get lost," Asher breathed, pushing back on the rigid length gliding into his hole. God,he had no right to enjoy this...to feel this good. It should've been distasteful... disgusting. A bad hallucination or a freakish nightmare, having such an annoying man's cock in him — one he hadn't expected to feel so good — fuck, he shouldn't have listened to Samson.
"Harder," he said breathlessly, reaching back and digging his fingers into the hard, fleshy muscle of Dominic's arse, urging him to thrust faster.
Dominic grunted, peppering wild love bites down Asher's back like a wild animal. Asher could feel their wolfs so close to the surface, wanting to spring out and nut, but that would be fatal considering the fact that he was no more Dominic's mate. Samson whined in protest, pained and stubborn but Asher couldn't let him out. At least not without Dominic's consent.
Down, boy.
Dominic's pace became so fast and dirty, Asher could only let our small whimpers as he was being pounded into the desk, his whole world narrowed down to the hot, unsteady breathing against his nape, the hard, ripped body behind him and the thick, perfect goodness moving inside him and bumping against a spot that felt so good. The pleasure took him higher, pulsing through thick waves, intense and unrelenting, making him teeter on the edge...
He leaned his back against Dominic's chest, turning his head slightly to capture the Crown Prince's tongue as Dominic's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him fast and hard, in time with his thrusts.
"I want you to come for me, baby," Dominic prodded, his voice so husky it sounded like an inhumane growl. "Come for daddy."
Asher really wanted to snap and reiterate that he had only one daddy — King Jasper — but to his thrilling embarrassment, his body actually obeyed and he came so hard, crashing down with a shock of glee and ecstasy. His come exploded on the desk, coating everything in thick, white spurts. His muscles were more loosened and he collapsed onto his elbows, his chest heaving and the edges of his vision fogged with passion. He was only dizzily aware of Dominic pulling his cock away from his hole as his come dribbled down Asher's legs. He hadn't even been aware that Dominic was about to come as well. Maybe they'd even done so together.
His eyelids snapped shut as he blacked out for a while. When he came around at last, he became aware of his surroundings. His body pulsing on the desk, still healing from the aftershocks of his orgasm, Dominic's come which was now dry and sticky on his inner thighs, Dominic's heavy body still pinning him down as the Alpha tried to regain control over his breathing.
Asher stared, numb, on the desk. His brain didn't seem to be functioning properly yet. That must've been the reason why he couldn't feel the pang of regret.
Finally, with a content sigh, Dominic pulled off from him. The loss of contact made Asher's skin shiver at the sensation. The beads of sweat on his back eventually disappeared, thanks to the air-conditioner. Now he felt horrible, awkward and full of regrets.
Avoiding Dominic, he straightened, turned and began gathering his clothes strewn all over the floor. His knees were still a little weak, and he more than anything, he wanted a bath but he couldn't ask for one and have to deal any further with the stuff awkwardness between them. There was only one rational thought in his head. To leave. And never return.
He could hear Dominic getting dressed as well, but Asher didn't dare look his way. How was he supposed to face the man he'd hated all his life after they'd both shared such an incredible, sexual encounter.
"Your silence is killing me," Dominic complained at last. "Don't make it seem so awkward."
Asher hastily buttoned his carvat, then swiveled round to look at him. Finally.
Dominic was dressed already, not a piece of clothing out of place but his hair still tousled. His facial expression was insructable, making it hard for Asher to assume what was on his mind. That sexual satisfaction still lingered in the air around him though.
"It's just casual sex. Nothing to get worked up over."
"I suppose we could talk about the marriage contract then — something to get worked up over," Asher snarked, folding his arms across his chest.
"I've found a way to get rid of that," Dominic sighed, returning to his seat on the other side of the desk. "Now if you don't mind, I've got work to do. I can have Estel escort you to the guest bedroom where you'd stay for the night."
He pressed a red button Asher hadn't noticed on the desk and the door opened, Estel walking in.
The guard bowed slightly. "Your Highnesses."
"Estel, please take Asher here to a guest bedroom and make sure he's well taken care of."
"Right away, Sir."
As Asher moved in place before Estel, he tried to ignore the tight knot in his gut. Dominic was right. The sexual tension lingering in the air between them would no longer be a problem now that they had taken care of it. But it wasn't all about the sexual tension now, was it?
He barely found an answer to that.