[Fae Scandals 1]Prince of Submission (6 page)

“Not good enough,” Adrian rumbled, clearly pushing him.

“They—goddess. Please, I’ve never told anyone…” Corrin chewed on his bottom lip, bringing the blood. Adrian stretched out one of his hands and rubbed that lip, making Corrin release it in surprise. With deft movements, the Unseelie rubbed it once more to collect a smear of blood on his thumb and brought it to his mouth. Corrin’s eyes widened in surprise. Was it wrong to be so turned on by the movement?

* * * *

“Slowly, boy. Nothing you tell me will ever leave this club. Trust me with that much.” Corrin swallowed hard but like most submissives drew strength from the command of a Master, and he took strength from Adrian now. The knowledge made Adrian harden, but the beauty’s next words made his desire become an ache of need.

“I am tied up, aroused, achy. There is a person…a man. He does things to me, hurts me, but it feels good. It humiliates me, but I’m so hard that I don’t care. He’s aroused by my pain, and he tells me to do things for him. It’s usually not the same thing. I totally get off on it. Nothing matters except the commands, the pain, and then the pleasure. God, when he touches me, I go crazy. When I’m in my dreams, I feel more”—he paused as if searching for a word—“real somehow. If anyone ever found out, I’d be exiled. Hell, my father would probably kill me in a duel first. But when Mariah asked me to come…I couldn’t say no. I figured it’d be like a drug experiment. Coming to this place would give me the hit so that I could get over this ridiculous desire.”

His pale-green eyes were sad. The strain of maintaining the duality of his life was obviously wearing him down more than even he realized. He wondered if his beauty realized the depths of what he wanted and if he would truly be interested in exploring his options for a one-night rendezvous. Fate had obviously delivered him into Adrian’s hands. Who was he to pass up the opportunity?

Goddess knew that Adrian was painfully aroused by his confession, all of his own desires brought to the forefront of his conscious by Corrin’s words. He watched as Corrin licked his bottom lip and gave his body a once-over. The erection he was sporting against the tight confines of his leather pants was hard to miss. So how did he convince the beauty to give him a chance?

“Thank you for your honesty, beautiful,” Adrian said, trying to figure out how to approach the situation.

“Please, call me by my name,” Corrin whispered. He had a wonderful vulnerability to him. It was arousing as hell.

“Corrin,” he said, letting the name tumble from his mouth like a caress. “You’re breaking the rules to deal with this. I want you to tell me what you want from tonight.”

Corrin’s green eyes regarded him. “I want you.”

* * * *

God why had he said that? Corrin tried to deny the impulse to grip his hard cock through his pants to relieve some of the pressure. This entire conversation had him hot and bothered in a way that he’d never been before. Adrian’s nostrils flared like a hunting dog catching the scent of his quarry, and he knew that he’d got his attention.

“I’m going to give you what you want, Corrin,” Adrian said, his voice low and aroused. “I’m going to give you a taste of what you ask for. I’m going to let you experience another man’s touch. I’m not going to give you anything else though. You’re too green, and this life gets in your blood too quickly to let you experience all your fantasies. So the ball is in your court. You’ve got to decide if that is what you truly want or if the risk isn’t worth the possible consequences.”

“Why are you so willing to give that to me?” the beauty asked.

Adrian laughed, giving him a wicked smile that displayed the pointed length of both his fangs. “I’m Unseelie, Corrin. We feed off innocents according to your court. Why wouldn’t I want to take a young inexperienced noble into my bed? It would make a hell of a conquest, don’t you think?”

Corrin’s eyes stared at him, assessing him. After a moment he shook his head. “I don’t believe that. They told me that places like this were hell holes, full of debauchery and horror. I don’t find that at all true. This place is about pleasure, not fear.” He smiled in a sort of sheepish fashion. “And now that I know that, maybe the Seelie court doesn’t understand the Unseelie court as much as we think we do. I want to experience this, Adrian. Next week I have to go home and take up the life that’s been planned for me. I want one night that’s…mine.”

The earnest desire in his words coupled with the brutal honesty in his confession seemed to undo Adrian faster than anything else. “All right,” Adrian said. “I have a room that’s been made available to me tonight. Go tell your friends that you’ll meet them back at the hotel and I’ll drop you off tomorrow morning.”

“It’s going to take that long?” Corrin squeaked. Adrian chuckled, his dark impulses rising to the challenge in Beautiful’s eyes.

“Oh yes, beautiful. It will definitely take that long.”

It had taken almost twenty minutes to convince the girls that it would be okay to be left alone with the lead singer of Desire. In the end though, they had both shouted encouragements for him to “get some” that had made his cheeks redden and a grin spread across his face. He wound his way through the corridors of the VIP section behind the bar where he’d seen others disappear to from time to time. He was shivering with tension as he anticipated what was to come. He could hardly believe he was doing this.

A tall stranger stepped from the shadows blocking his path. “You must be Corrin.” He recognized the base player from Desire. “I’m Parker. Adrian is waiting for you in the third room to the left. He says leave your clothing in the hallway.”

Corrin’s blush deepened. “Uh, so you’re an Unseelie Vampire?”

Parker nodded and smiled, displaying his own set of pointed fangs. “Yes I am. You are one lucky Seelie bastard. First time in a year he takes a lover and it’s got to be the one guy that is completely wrong for him.” The Vampire seemed cheerful when he said it, but it still stung a little bit. Corrin wasn’t a bad catch if he did say so himself. “Kick back and enjoy, Seelie. You’ll be glad you did.”

That cryptic message did nothing to calm Corrin’s frazzled nerves. He pushed past the roadblock of a musician and came to the door he’d indicated. A note was pinned to the surface in a scrawling script.

Corrin,
the outside said. He opened it with trembling fingers. It read,
Do as Parker told you. Take it all off and don’t keep me waiting.
The command slithered over his skin like a welcome touch. It felt as if he were coming home. His muscles tensed as if he was going to run, but the tension was delicious.

He wasn’t a virgin, far from it in fact. It was tradition in the Seelie court that all of their people undergo sexual training when they came of age. All Fae, both Seelie and Unseelie, were people of the Earth. He’d been training since he was younger in the theory and then later on the practice of sex. As a prince, he’d never had a lack of willing bed mates. College had provided him a few tangles with humans, and each encounter had been mildly pleasant and had ended without many fireworks. He’d never felt the anxiety and anticipation that coursed through his veins at that moment.

Luckily, he didn’t have that many clothes on or else he might have lost his nerve. He bent down and unbuckled and unstrung his shoes before toeing them off. His socks went next. Then his hands went to his belt and slowly unbuckled that as well. Finally, his fingers grasped the button on his pants and he slowly pushed the material down his hips. He stepped out, away from his clothing and stared down at them in disbelief. A quick glance around the hallway told him he was alone for the moment, but someone could come out of any of the doors at any moment. He pushed open the one in front of him without preamble before stepping inside.

He was really going to do this. He was really going to have sex with a man, an Unseelie man at that. Adrian was a known sexual sadist and he made Corrin’s heart pound with lust. He was breaking so many social taboos at this point he figured that one more black mark against him made no difference. Corrin looked down at his arousal as his thoughts swirled in his mind and watched it swell and weep a single drop of pre-cum. He was going to go off like a roman candle when he was touched. He was too aroused already.

“Corrin?” Adrian’s authoritative voice called from deeper in the room, which just caused Corrin to shiver harder. He swallowed, took a deep breath, and walked down the hallway. As he came around the corner, his cock leading the way, he was greeted by a sight that made his mouth water.

The room wasn’t heavily decorated and only had two major pieces of furniture. A medium-sized bed was the centerpiece of the room, and to the right of it was a large, low coffee table. A thousand candles were lit on every available surface, the sole illumination in the room. The mouthwatering part was Adrian, who stood with his back to Corrin. The hard lines of his back were deepened by the shadows of candlelight, and the tight globes of his ass were visible through the leather pants that looked as if they’d been poured onto his flesh.

“Hi,” Corrin said, a bit breathlessly. Adrian stayed silent and turned, looking him up and down with a long, penetrating stare that seemed to look not at his body but into his soul. The look was possessive, and that possessiveness struck a chord in Corrin. His arousal jerked, waving for attention from the beautiful man in the room. An amused grin lit Adrian’s face up and gave his eyes a dark glint. He had obviously noticed Corrin’s response.

“Hi, yourself,” the Unseelie said. “Don’t move.” He pushed away from the wall before he walked in a slow circle around Corrin’s frozen form. Corrin panted as the smell of his soon-to-be lover infiltrated his nostrils. He forced himself to take a deep breath and tried not to come when Adrian’s fingers brushed over his hips. He closed his eyes to try to block out the image of Adrian’s gorgeous body. If he could lessen his impact, maybe he wouldn’t shoot his load like a kid with his first dirty magazine.

The second he closed his eyes, he was surrounded by the intensified scent of the other man instead. He pushed air out from between his teeth in a hiss. This wasn’t helping. If Adrian touched him again, he wasn’t sure he could control himself. His eyes popped open as Adrian made a noise of contentment, almost a purr.

“You will not come until I tell you to,” Adrian commanded, as if he were reading his mind.

“I may not be able to help it,” Corrin groused as his cock leaked another pearly stream.

Adrian frowned. “Why is that, boy?” he asked, touching his hip bone and dragging two fingers around his side to rest on the indentations above his ass. Corrin moaned, his body quivering. “Answer me.” Adrian growled, digging a nail into his flesh.

“I want you too much,” Corrin whispered. It was a ragged confession. The place where Adrian had scratched him stung, but it lit his nerve endings up like a pyrotechnics show. He moaned as the fingers were removed. He wanted to come so badly he ached.

Adrian considered him. “You’re right,” he said finally. “You won’t last for what I have planned for you tonight.”

Corrin felt his heart twist in shame. It was strange, but the thought of disappointing this tall, dark stranger made him want to burst into tears.

Adrian continued. “We’ll just have to take the edge off your arousal.” He came around to Corrin’s front and took his cock into his fist.

Corrin cried out at the intensity of the sensation. His body bucked, and he fell forward, gripping Adrian’s shoulder to keep from falling. Adrian put a steadying hand on his shoulders and began to move the hand on Corrin’s dick. The sounds that came out of Corrin’s throat were needy cries for more that caused Adrian’s body to jump against Corrin’s own.

“Oh goddess!” Corrin gasped, and his hand spasmed on Adrian’s shoulder. He pitched forward, tucking his head into the crook of Adrian’s neck. The other man’s hands felt absolutely incredible. Unlike a girl’s soft touch, Adrian had no hesitation in his movements. It was rough and sure caresses that knew unerringly how to bring a man pleasure. He wanted it to go on forever. He inhaled the scent of the man who was pleasuring him like he was his own personal brand of aphrodisiac musk. Three strokes from Adrian’s fist and Corrin felt orgasm boiling through his body like a hot brand.

“Adrian!” He moaned. “Please, I need…” Corrin begged but didn’t know what he was begging for.

A primitive growl escaped Adrian’s mouth, and he leaned into the Seelie prince’s shuddering body. “Good boy,” he praised using his head to tip Corrin’s to the side. “Come for me.” With no warning he bit into Corrin’s pulse.

Corrin jackknifed in pleasure, thrashing like a fish on the end of a hook. Corrin’s mind went completely blank, and he became a creature of sensation no longer cognizant of anything other than the man in his arms and the hand on his cock.

* * * *

Adrian’s fangs punctured the flesh shallowly, and he sucked on the wound, rolling the rich taste of Fae on his tongue like a fine wine. Corrin tasted like nirvana. He knew that the bite of an Unseelie Vampire was something akin to an injection of liquid ecstasy. Almost instantly the boy started to come, giving forth his seed in milky waves that bathed Adrian’s hands and wrists in hot fluid. Desperate noises continued to pour out of Corrin’s mouth with more frequent intensity as he moaned and thrashed against Adrian’s tight hold. He continued to milk the beauty until he was heaving from the extra sensitivity from his orgasm.