[Fae Scandals 1]Prince of Submission (15 page)

Adrian could practically hear Corrin grinding his teeth. “His name is Adrian Cadence, and he is an Unseelie prince. You will show him the proper respect awarded his station and his status as a guest of the crown.” Corrin’s eyes blazed with anger as he spoke.

Raegan stiffened and gave a very stilted bow. “Forgive me, my prince. I was unaware the Unseelie was a guest of the crown. Have a good festival, my lord.” He abruptly turned and stomped off.

Corrin breathed out a sigh. “Well, that went well,” he said, watching the retreating back of his friend.

“How did you ever make friends with such a…” Adrian searched for a word that wasn’t too harsh. “Unpleasant person.” He settled for that.

Corrin shrugged. “We were friends in Pleasure school before I left for college. He shared the same taste in women as I did.”

“So in other words, neither of you liked women. Is he gay as well?” Adrian asked sarcastically.

“Enough, Adrian,” Corrin said. “I got rid of him. Leave it alone.”

Adrian let out his breath through his teeth in a hiss. “I’m sorry, beauty. I can’t seem to help getting jealous where you’re concerned.”

Corrin smiled cheekily, and Adrian knew he was back in his good graces. “I find the fact that you get all jealous sort of sexy,” he admitted, putting a little swish in his hips.

Adrian delivered a hard swat to his backside. “Imp.” He took a step out of reach as they rounded the corner and came to the bonfire.

* * * *

The fire was huge, and as they stepped into the circle, the dances had already begun. This was one of five fire circles in the Seelie forest tonight, and in Corrin’s opinion it was the best one. Long ago it had been dubbed the prince’s circle. The younger Fae especially congregated here and things got distinctly sexual the longer the night wore on. The dances were the highlight of the evening and the gateway to the sexuality of the spring equinox. Corrin was fairly thrumming with energy, the magick of his royal blood hitting a boiling point. He wasn’t old enough to know his specialty yet, so he didn’t have an outlet for it except through sexual expression. The Fae were people of the Earth after all.

“Dance with me,” Corrin begged, picking up the rhythm of the drums and practically dragging Adrian into the dancing circle.

The second they hit the salt outline that encircled the flames, a madness akin to drunkenness overwhelmed them. Adrian threw back his head and let out a howl that every person in the circle echoed, including Corrin. His energy was overwhelming, and Corrin was struck once again by how strong his lover actually was. During the rites of the god and goddess, which court one belonged to really didn’t matter. It was a strange epiphany to have on a rite night, but there it was. Seelie and Unseelie were the same. Corrin’s moment of lucidity was short lived when Adrian stomped the ground in time with the drum beat and the revelry began again.

* * * *

They turned and twisted, building the energy of the Earth to a fever pitch. Adrian was intoxicated with his companion as they danced. He fingered the two gold hoops that were in his pocket with heady anticipation. Along with the plan to ask Corrin to leave with him, this was his other offer to Corrin. He’d planned on asking the Seelie prince to be his submissive on a permanent basis. He wanted to give Corrin a piercing that he would wear until their relationship ended, thus the reason for the gold hoops. It was his way of collaring Corrin.

“Adrian!” Corrin shouted out and launched himself into the Unseelie’s arms. Adrian laughed and twirled him around before setting him back on his feet. The magick was overwhelming the younger man.

“Careful, beautiful,” Adrian whispered, nuzzling the side of his face. “You’re acting suspicious for someone who is supposed to barely tolerate me.”

“I love you,” Corrin whispered, his eyes wild with power. He arched his hips and rubbed his erection against Adrian’s thigh. Adrian stepped back and twirled another dancer into a spin to distract the rest of the group from the action. The girl he twirled laughed at him before jumping into the arms of another man.

“Come back to me, beauty. The power is eating you alive,” Adrian said, but he felt his sanity slipping little by little.

Corrin watched him with hooded eyes. Adrian was dancing with others, but his eyes were for Corrin and Corrin alone. The boy knew it, too.

“You’re so damn hot,”
he thought. Adrian heard him clearly. “
Let’s get the hell out of here. I want you to fuck me, Master. I want you to use me all up like you did before.”

Adrian stumbled, and Corrin laughed. His eyes locked on him, and a low growl sounded above the drums. With four measured strides, Adrian was in front of him. Corrin looked up to his lover and gave him a nod. Adrian grabbed his hand and turned before taking off in a dead run. A cry of approval went up as they broke from the group. Apparently the magick swirling around them lowered their inhibitions as well.

They made it as far as the drawing room before Adrian was kissing Corrin, pressing him against the wall, and grinding against him. He twisted his lover’s head to the side so he could have access to his neck.

“I want you to be mine,” Adrian said, delivering a hard bite to the column of his throat, holding back his fangs but barely.

“Make me yours,” Corrin whispered, his body obviously tight with need.

“I want to pierce you,” he breathed, kissing his way down to Corrin’s sweaty, hairless pecs.

“Pierce me?” Corrin asked breathlessly.

“It’s my collar. Like we talked about, remember?” They’d discussed the process of collaring before. Some Masters liked to use levels to signify at what stage their relationship with their sub had gone. Adrian wasn’t like that. If he was ready to collar someone, it would be like marriage, permanent. They’d discussed the possibility before and the different methods to do so, but he wasn’t sure if Corrin was ready yet.

Corrin groaned. “Oh yeah,” he said, feverishly. “Where do you want to pierce me, Master?”

Adrian grabbed hold of the beaded tips of Corrin’s nipples eliciting a groan from his companion. “I have a pair of gold hoops with emerald balls that match your eyes. I picked them up in New York before I came here. Will you wear them for me?” Corrin nodded. Adrian dragged him toward Corrin’s bedroom, tossing him onto the bed with minimal effort.

* * * *

“Oh goddess, Adrian, hurry,” Corrin moaned, shimmying out of his pants and boots. Adrian’s body was smeared with gold, just as he had wanted. Adrian climbed in beside him in bed, his own clothing shucked away.

“Don’t move,” Adrian commanded. He opened a piercing kit he must’ve drawn from his pocket. “I’m going to pierce you, beauty. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Master.”

Adrian stroked Corrin’s cock in reward for his obedience. He got a little alcohol swab from the kit and ran it over both his nipples. Corrin watched in fascination as he marked the area he would pierce with little dots from a small ink pen. He resisted the urge to squirm as Adrian applied the clamps to one nipple and then the other.

“Close your eyes, sweet. Ready, beauty?” Corrin nodded and did as he was bid. “On the count of three, breathe out. One, two, three.” Corrin breathed out and was surprised at the depth of pain as Adrian slid first the needle and then the gold hoop through his nipple. Adrian had obviously done this before, but it was a sensation Corrin was far from familiar with. “One more time, Corrin. One, two, three.”

Again pain exploded from his other nipple as he was pierced. A delicious throbbing began in the bits of flesh as his body began to heal. Fae were extraordinarily fast healers, especially on nights like tonight when they were close to their gods and goddess.

His cock jerked with pleasure as pain exploded along his nerve endings as Adrian fingered the rings that pierced his body. Adrian put the emeralds in place and sat back on his heels to observe his handiwork.

“Are you ready to get fucked, my little slave?” Adrian asked.

His growling tone coupled with his erotic words undid Corrin. “Yes, Master.” The stimulation was overwhelming as Adrian tweaked his nipples with his fingertips. The power rolled through him, and his chest ached. His body was harder than it had ever been, and the knowledge that he now belonged to the man in his arms put him on the edge of orgasm almost instantly. Adrian spread Corrin’s legs with his hands and came between them in one swift movement. Corrin rested his legs on the Unseelie’s shoulders and waited for him. His Master folded him into a pretzel, and his arousal brushed the cleft of his ass. He wanted him inside him more than he wanted anything.

“Tell me what you want,” his Master demanded, rubbing against his tight entrance but not entering him.

Corrin sighed. “I want you inside me, Adrian.”

“Did you lube yourself up as I asked?” Adrian rumbled, still withholding his body to ratchet up the intensity.

Corrin nodded. After the incident in the woods Adrian had instructed him to keep himself ready for him just in case his spontaneous Master wanted him at any given moment. It pleased him that Corrin had obeyed if his growl of want was any indication, just as the Seelie had known it would. With a low, impatient rumble, Adrian did as he asked and entered with one hard push. Corrin’s torso bent into an arch, and he gasped.

“I love you, Master! Oh goddess, I love you!” Corrin’s mind blanked as his lover set a hard rhythm. It wasn’t long before he was fighting orgasm with everything he was.

“So good, beauty. So fucking good,” Adrian groaned. “Ready to come for me?”

“Yes,” Corrin sobbed, more than ready to come apart.

“Now, sweet, with me.”

Corrin screamed as he obeyed. His heart finally stopped thundering as he wound down from his orgasm. His heart stopped as another voice sounded.

“What the hell is going on in here?” The thundering voice had to be in the doorway.

Before they understood what had happened Adrian was thrown from Corrin’s body and sent crashing into his dresser. Corrin scrambled to cover himself with a sheet and looked frantically to find the source of the interruption. His eyes locked on his father as he pinned his lover against the floor using his powers over the air to smother his Master with more than just his hands.

“No! Da, no!” Corrin screamed, jumping from the bed and trying to physically drag the older Seelie off him. “Da, stop! Please! He wasn’t hurting me!” King DeMarco turned and backhanded his son, sending him careening backward to fall on the floor. Instantly he was back on the Unseelie, beginning to pound Adrian’s oxygen deprived form with his fists. Tears filled Corrin’s vision. “Da, please stop!” He sobbed. “Please! I love him!”

Those words seemed to penetrate the king’s rage, and he waved his magick away with his hand. Adrian gasped, gulping down air.

“You corrupted my son!” his father said, his voice low and menacing. The tone was deadly, and it froze Corrin’s blood in his veins. “I waved away Richard’s concerns because I thought my son was incorruptible. You”—he turned his attention to Corrin’s withering form—“put some damn clothes on this instant before I call the guards. Your shame is bad enough without being dragged from here naked.” Tears slid silently down Corrin’s cheeks as he pulled back on his pants. He took a blanket to his lover, draping it around his waist.

“Don’t fucking touch him!” his father snapped. Corrin ignored him. “Did you hear me, boy?” His father’s voice didn’t deter him from placing a kiss on Adrian’s pale cheek.

“I love you,” Adrian whispered gratefully. His face had lost some of its purple hue as he breathed freely.

“Guards!” the king shouted. A dozen pounding footsteps could be heard outside the hallway until they burst through the door, Richard leading the way. They all gaped at the sight before them.

Corrin imagined what they saw. The Seelie prince was on his knees beside his Unseelie lover, his nipples pierced in obscene Unseelie fashion, tears streaming down his face as he pressed kisses to his companion’s face. Both of their bodies were smeared from the paint from each other’s designs and orgasm. The king stood over all like an avenging god who had struck down the sinners.

“Get this filth out of my sight,” the king said, waving to the two of them.

“My lord, what about your son?” Richard asked as the two were dragged up and cuffed by the other members of the guard.

King DeMarco’s eyes locked with his son’s as he spoke. “I have no son.”

Here we go again
. Adrian ducked his head as he was led from the bedroom. Corrin had been dragged from the room on jellied legs in the opposite direction. This was a lonely walk and one that was even worse to walk the second time around because he knew what was coming.

“Be strong, beautiful,”
he thought to Corrin.

“I’m scared,”
Corrin’s voice whispered through his head. He was getting farther away, and their connection was getting fainter.

“Don’t worry, beauty. It’ll be over soon. Be strong. Remember that I love you.”
Adrian could no longer feel the weight of Corrin’s mind connecting to his. At least Corrin wouldn’t know when the beating began. He wagered that Corrin wouldn’t be subjected to it because of his royal heritage.