[Fae Scandals 1]Prince of Submission (11 page)

Adrian snorted. “And have you resent me for the rest of our lives? I don’t think so. Corrin, I wasn’t kidding. I want you to choose me, willingly.”

“I–I need to think,” Corrin said, his hands starting to shake.

Adrian nodded. “Of course. I dumped a lot on your lap a few minutes ago. I’ll leave you to your rest. Summon a servant to take me to my chambers. Speaking of chambers, where are yours in case I need you?” Adrian asked, standing.

Corrin smiled softly and motioned to the closed door on the other side of the room. “My bedchamber is through that door, and your bedchamber is connected to it by another door on the other side of my bed.”

Adrian raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Oh? So I needn’t sneak around the hallways looking for you?” He was smiling that familiar warm smile of his, and Corrin couldn’t help but return it.

“If I would’ve known it was you, I would’ve put you in the other wing of the house,” Corrin joked, playfully swatting at Adrian’s smirking form.

“Ha. You would’ve relocated us both in the dungeon and let me teach you the meaning of submission,” Adrian said, his tone was filled with heat once again. Corrin didn’t comment but thought he was probably not far from the truth.

A week passed. “I’m telling you, Gael, the way that Unseelie looks at Corrin is positively outrageous. He’s like a cat that’s spotted a bowl of cream, licking his chops in anticipation,” Richard railed, reclining against one of the walls at the far end of the great hall.

“I haven’t seen anything inappropriate,” Gael said patiently, playing a game of solitaire at one of the tables. “If anything, the Unseelie’s behavior could be considered an unconventional courtship. They go on walks through the surrounding countryside and take midnight swims. Since Corrin isn’t reciprocating the interest, I see no reason for us to take action. After all, it may actually help in negotiations over the land. From what I hear, they’ve almost got the details down. Prince Cadence will be leaving the day after the spring equinox. So it’ll only be another week.”

“I’m telling you, that monster is trying to corrupt our prince,” Richard groused. “I remember when Adrian was a pup running around as a Seelie. He has corrupted other men before.” Richard continued, oblivious to Gael’s words. “The other day after their midafternoon tea, Corrin came out of the room and looked positively flushed and his hair was all a mess. If I didn’t know better I’d say he looked thoroughly kissed.”

Gael’s eyes snapped to his. “If that is true, then you need to bring your suspicions before the magistrate. If we catch it early enough, if Corrin is being corrupted by the Unseelie prince, then there is a good chance that he can be rehabilitated.”

Richard snorted. “Like you?” he asked, recalling how Gael had once been brought before the magistrate for being in a ménage relationship with another male and female who were later exiled to the Unseelie court.

Fury painted Gael’s expression. “Yeah like me. I’ve done nothing inappropriate since, and it is deplorable that you bring it up now.”

A heavy silence stretched between them until Richard sighed. “I apologize, Gael. You’re a good friend and an exemplary Seelie warrior. You’ve confessed your indiscretions to me, and I used it against you. I’m just so worried about Corrin…He seems so vulnerable.”

Gael nodded, clearly accepting his excuse. “He’s always been vulnerable, Rich. He is a gentle soul, unlike his father. He has his mother’s good heart. He was more suited around the humans than here at court. I’m more afraid of what the court’s demands are doing to him than the influence of one Unseelie emissary.”

Richard pushed off the wall and sat down opposite Gael. “I hope you’re right about him being immune to the Unseelie’s charms, Gael. I hope you’re right.”

* * * *

“Oh yes. Adrian!” Corrin gasped out. He was taking his “punishment” for telling Adrian “no” when Adrian had commanded him to initiate a kiss with him. The Unseelie prince had barked out for him to lace his hands behind his head and not to move. Then after an excruciating moment, Adrian had dropped to his knees and undid the buttons on Corrin’s pants.

“Don’t you dare come without permission,” Adrian had said with that come-fuck-me voice of his. “If you move, I’ll stop and send you to bed with orders not to come.”

“Yes, Master,” Corrin whispered. He knew he should be fighting this, should be fighting the commanding tones of the Unseelie prince, should be rejecting everything he offered with the vehemence worthy of the white courts. But goddess help him, it felt so right.

They’d discussed how far they could safely take their Dominance/submission play here. Adrian said that he would get Corrin used to taking his orders as a part of initial training. He also said he wouldn’t take it any further until Corrin made his decision about their relationship. Corrin still wasn’t sure if that was incentive or nicety. Either way, it led to temptation.

Adrian sucked him deep, working his throat in such a way that Corrin wanted to buck his hips at the sheer pleasure of it. The way Adrian’s mouth was working his cock had Corrin panting for more in a matter of minutes. He groaned, and his arms trembled with the effort to stay behind his head. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when Adrian took one of his balls into his mouth to gently suckle.

“Oh goddess! Please, please let me come,” Corrin begged hoarsely. They were in an isolated stretch of woods on the eastside of the castle grounds just in case Corrin wanted to scream. He could scream to high heaven, though he was trying very hard to remain quiet.

“No,” Adrian said, going back to what he was doing. The torture continued for endless minutes. The sight of Corrin’s hard cock shuttling its way in and out of Adrian’s beautiful mouth caused him to spurt another helping of pre-cum.

“Please, Adrian! Master, let me come!” Corrin said, strangled.

Adrian froze. “What did you call me, boy?” he asked, drawing off Corrin’s cock with a soft pop.

“Master. I called you Master. Let me come. Please.” He felt wild and desperate as he answered Adrian without question or embarrassment. Adrian worked him with his hands until Corrin was crying out in pleasure again.

“I like when you use the honorific, Corrin. Will you ever question my orders again? Are you going to look around to make sure no one is around before kissing me?”

“No. I swear, no.” Corrin groaned.

“No, what?” Adrian asked, pushing him to the next level of submission again. It made Corrin dizzy.

“No, Master. I won’t question you again. I swear.”

Adrian chuckled. “Good boy. Come for me.”

He renewed his effort on Corrin’s cock. He increased the speed and intensity of his head bobbing up and down on the dripping dick in front of him. With a strangled cry, Corrin came. He took the Seelie’s body deeper into his mouth, taking every sweet spurt of seed that Corrin gave. When Corrin was finished, Adrian pulled back with one last lingering lick. Corrin sighed contentedly but remained in position.

Nothing felt as good as coming together with Adrian. At first, he’d been determined not to have sex with him, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy one another in other ways. The “no touch” rule had quickly fallen away as Adrian’s courtship had gotten under his skin. If he were honest, Corrin would admit that he’d been anticipating the second they were truly alone so they could come together in some way, even if it wasn’t sex.

“You pleased me,” Adrian said, coming up from his knees and kissing his Seelie square on the mouth. Their tongues met, and Corrin tasted himself there. Adrian smiled and pulled back.

“You are so beautiful when you’re experiencing pleasure.” His Unseelie lover stroked his cheek and kissed the side of his neck. Corrin sighed again in contentment.

“Can I move my hands now, Master?” Corrin asked. The title was coming easily now. The words “Adrian” and “Master” were all but synonymous with one another.

“You may.”

Corrin’s arms immediately wound around Adrian’s shoulders as the kisses began to turn into sharp nips. “Do it, Master,” Corrin surprised himself by saying. “I know you’ve been wanting to for a while now.”

Adrian laughed and gave a hard lick to Corrin’s pulse. “You won’t let me fuck you while I’m here, but you want me to bite you? Didn’t anyone ever tell you that a bite from an Unseelie Vampire is just as intimate as a sex act?”

“I know,” Corrin said, stroking his hands through Adrian’s black hair. “I want it. I need to feel closer to you.” Adrian began to rhythmically lick at the pulse point, obviously debating Corrin’s request. “Give me your pain, Master. I need it.” His words called up the memory of Corrin’s pale flesh reddening beneath the hard swats of Adrian’s hand. He needed pain like that again. Without warning, Adrian sank his fangs into the soft column of Corrin’s throat.

Corrin cried out at the intensity. His whole body felt like fire was racing through his veins. It seemed deeper than when Adrian had fed on him before. Like there was an invisible cord tying his groin to the steady draws of Adrian’s mouth on his neck this time. Even though he’d just come, Corrin felt his body stirring back to life. The benefit of being descended from fertility gods was painfully obvious by his renewed arousal. He wanted Adrian to touch him again, to bring him pleasure as he drew his blood between his lips. Adrian stroked his back as if sensing his thoughts.

Corrin realized he was being selfish. Over the past few days Adrian had given him so much pleasure yet taken very little for himself. He knew that the Unseelie wanted to fuck him again, but Corrin had to keep that last barrier between them for his own sanity. If he ever wanted to let Adrian go at the end of the week, he was going to have to keep some sort of wall between them. But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t give him pleasure of some type.

“Master, may I pleasure you?” he asked, his voice a wispy thread of pleasure.

Immediately, Adrian took his hand and put it on his cock. Adrian unbuttoned his pants and allowed Corrin the privilege of taking him in hand. Corrin’s hand tightened and mimicked the rhythmic draw on his throat. Adrian licked at his pulse like a cat, making little noises of pleasure with each stroke of Corrin’s hand.

With a final lick he drew back, giving Corrin free rein. He rested his forehead against Corrin’s as the Seelie prince jerked him off. “I want to fuck you, Corrin,” Adrian said, his eyes piercing his Seelie lover. A trace of blood could be seen on his bottom lip, and Corrin had the insane urge to lick it away.

“No,” Corrin said, dragging his gaze away from Adrian’s lip.

“Do you know why blood is so important in the Unseelie court?” Adrian asked, pulling his hand away from his body. Corrin shook his head, wondering why he brought it up now. He wanted to pleasure him, and Adrian was talking instead. “Blood is the essence of life. Just as water is the blood of the Earth, we consider blood a sacred element. When you offer me your blood, you’re saying you trust me above all others and give me a part of your soul. It is more sacred to us than marriage. If we exchanged blood, we would be bound by Unseelie law. Don’t you understand that you are getting Unseelie cravings, Corrin?”

Corrin jerked back. The minute he lost skin-to-skin contact with Adrian, his head spun as if he’d just got off a roller coaster. The Unseelie reached out to steady him.

“Easy,” Adrian murmured, bringing Corrin flush against his chest. “You’re a pint lower than you were a moment ago. Don’t do anything too quickly.”

“I don’t have Unseelie cravings,” Corrin said, shaking with dizziness and fear.

Adrian snorted. “Is this coming from the same boy who begged me to bite him, spank him, and master him?”

Corrin fell silent, hiding his face in Adrian’s chest. He pressed as close to him as humanly possible. “I can’t go back, can I?” he whispered fearfully.

Adrian sighed and wrapped his arms around the man in his arms. “Do you really want to?”

Corrin fell silent, contemplating the question. Blue and green gazes clashed, and he saw truth in them. “No. I spent the last year alone and miserable. I can’t go back to that. I just can’t.” Adrian gave him his gentlest smile and turned his head up for a kiss. “I think I love you,” Corrin whispered as their lips parted.

Adrian growled, his gaze filling with an emotion that Corrin couldn’t name. Was it pride or something else? He wasn’t sure. Adrian didn’t say anything to answer his statement but poured his adoration into the most mind-numbing kiss they’d ever shared. At some point they fell to their knees on the soft underbrush and began to strip one another, never breaking the kiss. As they tangled, naked, on the forest floor like a pair of rambunctious cubs, a quiet understanding overtook him. As their wrestling slowed and Corrin was pinned beneath his larger body, Corrin made a decision. It was better to experience all of Adrian for a week than regret not experiencing him in the years to come.

“Fuck me, Adrian,” Corrin said, nipping Adrian’s bottom lip.

“Are you ready to take it to the next level?” Adrian asked, his eyes glowing with that peculiar Unseelie light. Corrin’s heart tripped in his chest in understanding. He wasn’t expecting Adrian to take him to the next level of submission so quickly.

“Can we do it here?” he asked. “Don’t you need your bag of tricks or something?”

Adrian chuckled and pushed himself to his knees. “You’ve got a lot to learn if you think I can’t dominate you without whips and restraints.” Corrin swallowed hard nervously. “If you agree to this, you’re putting yourself completely in my hands, Corrin. I’ll give you a safeword. It is a word which you are to use only if you absolutely cannot take anymore. If you use it, all play stops and we’ll talk about it. If, after that, you decide you still can’t continue, we’ll go back to vanilla play.” His eyes were sparkling with lust. It caused Corrin to shiver.