Chapter Six

 

 

Korvyn had read Prudhoe’s intention in his eyes... to carry him anywhere he needed to go. Rusty had gone through that faze, too. Korvyn appreciated that Prudhoe seemed to understand his request.

Listens better than Rusty had.

Pushing thoughts of his brother aside—that introduction would be interesting—Korvyn focused on what was coming next. Time for some much-awaited for fun. He just needed to make a quick stop first.

The cottage was small, so finding the bathroom and bedroom wasn’t difficult. “I’m going to clean up real quick. Then I’ll be in.” While it wasn’t sexy to have to make his man wait, certain preparations were part of having a lover in a wheelchair. Seeing the questions in Prudhoe’s eyes, Korvyn admitted, “Sitting in a chair often makes me sweaty, so I’m gonna piss and clean up. It’ll make me feel better.”

Seeing Prudhoe’s smile, Korvyn mentally reminded himself to share his feelings, needs, and desires openly with the man. It would make things go so much smoother between them.

It’ll just take some getting used to.

Prudhoe dipped his head and pressed a hard, swift kiss to Korvyn’s lips. “Don’t be long,” he urged as he strode through another door. As Prudhoe peered over his shoulder at him, his eyes gleamed with his lust. “I’ll be waiting.”

Korvyn nodded, then carefully maneuvered into the bathroom. It was tight, since the room obviously hadn’t been made with wheelchairs in mind. Judging from the age of everything—clean, but definitely dated—Korvyn bet most people didn’t even think about handicapped people when the place was built.

Still, Korvyn did his business and found a cloth to wipe down his legs, chest, pits, and ass. That last one he took special care. As he rubbed the cloth over his groin, Korvyn felt his half-hard prick twitch.

Eager for what was to come, Korvyn tossed the damp washcloth into the dirty clothes basket, then washed his hands once more before heading out of the room.

Korvyn turned his chair in the hall and rolled through the doorway. His stomach clenched, and his mouth went dry. The view on the bed was... stunning, gorgeous, beyond exquisite.

While in Korvyn’s mind he had known Prudhoe wasn’t human, now, he could see it. Sweeping his gaze over the beautiful specimen of masculinity sprawled on the bed, Korvyn could only gape.

Prudhoe had stripped, and not just his clothes. The huge fae lay sprawled on his back with his far knee cocked up. That did nothing to hide the huge length jutting from his groin. His skin seemed to glow with an otherworldly sheen, showcasing each well-defined muscle in stark relief. It almost looked as if Prudhoe had wiped himself down with oil, similar to the way body-builders did when at a contest.

“Amazing.”

It was Prudhoe’s face, however, that truly displayed his fae characteristics. His face appeared slightly leaner, and his ears were pointed. Korvyn stared into the palest lavender eyes he’d ever seen.

“Kor?” Prudhoe’s voice was soft, hesitant even. “If you want me to resume the glamour, I can, if it would make you feel more comfortable.”

Korvyn blinked. Realizing he’d been gaping like a fish, he snapped his mouth closed.

“I should have asked first, I guess.” Prudhoe’s features began to resume their human appearance.

Shaking his head, Korvyn started moving. He scraped his knuckles on the doorframe, but even that bit of sting couldn’t get him to tear his focus away from Prudhoe. Korvyn quickly shook his head.

“No,” Korvyn managed to get out. “Please, don’t.” Reaching the side of the bed, he rested his hand on Prudhoe’s upper arm and admitted, “I was just shocked into stunned, amazed, and very appreciative silence.”

The changes reverted, and Prudhoe again revealed his fae features. “Are you certain?”

Korvyn nodded, disliking the uncertainty in his paranormal’s tone. “Oh, yeah.” He rubbed over the smooth flesh over hard bicep muscles. “Don’t hide yourself from me.”

“Will you join me?” Prudhoe lifted his hand and twitched his fingers in a come-hither motion. His gaze roved over Korvyn’s clothed form. “I wish to undress you, my paramour.” He rolled to face Korvyn, his lavender eyes questioning. “May I?”

Korvyn worked hard to keep himself in as good a shape as he could, and he wasn’t shy about his body, but he figured he should offer a little heads up. As he placed his palms on the comforter and flexed his arms, levering onto the bed, he said with a grunt, “I’d love that, Prude, but I have scars from the accident.” Once he was on the bed, he peered at Prudhoe, who had bent to a sitting position. Korvyn couldn’t help but wave at the man’s amazing eight-pack abdominals and huge pectorals. “I certainly don’t look anything like you.”

Prudhoe turned to the left, displaying the right side of his back and ass... as well as a long, jagged scar that ran from beneath his armpit to just above his hip bone. Peering over his shoulder at Korvyn, he stated, “We all have scars.” Turning back, he reached for him. “If you don’t mind mine, I certainly won’t mind yours.”

“Damn.” The word was out of Korvyn’s mouth before he could think twice. Seeing Prudhoe’s hands freeze inches from his body, he snapped his gaze to the man’s eyes. “That looks like it had to hurt, and of course I don’t mind. Scars are a part of us.”

Smiling, Prudhoe finished his movement. He held Korvyn’s upper torso and pulled him close. Urging Korvyn to lie on his back, Prudhoe gripped each of his thighs and positioned his legs comfortably before he levered over him. As the fae smiled down at Korvyn, his lavender eyes gleaming with pleasure, he threaded his fingers through Korvyn’s hair, pushing it from his face.

“Soft,” Prudhoe commented absently before turning his attention to Korvyn’s shirt. “Gonna take this off you.”

Korvyn was more than on board with that. Crunching his abdominals, he lifted his arms in blatant invitation. Prudhoe took it, and in the next instant, his polo shirt was pulled from him.

After Prudhoe had tossed it to the floor, Korvyn stared at his new lover.

Guess he’ll be my last lover, too. Sure hope he knows what to do with his dick.

Prudhoe grinned down at Korvyn. Resting his weight on his right palm, he skimmed the fingers of his left hand down his shoulder. He teased at his nipple before scraping his nails along the lines of his abdominals.

Korvyn’s skin tingled everywhere he touched. His nipple beaded, begging for more, but Prudhoe had already moved on. As his abdominals clenched from the other man’s gentle petting, Korvyn reached up and squeezed his own nub.

“You are lovely, my paramour,” Prudhoe rumbled huskily. He teased his fingertips into the waistband of Korvyn’s slacks as he stared at where he touched himself. “Yessss,” he hissed. “Show me what you like.”

Leaning down, Prudhoe popped Korvyn’s pants’ button as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He licked over Korvyn’s other nipple, yanking a gasp from Korvyn’s throat. That one beaded and tightened, too.

“Sensitive,” Prudhoe purred before sucking the bud into his mouth. He scraped a canine that suddenly felt really sharp over the nub.

Korvyn groaned and grabbed at Prudhoe’s head. His back arched, and he pressed his chest harder against the fae’s mouth. The hard sucking pulls to his sensitive flesh caused warm zings to slide through his body, sending waves of exquisite sensation crashing over him. Korvyn’s groin heated swiftly, and a shudder worked through him as his dick flooded with blood faster than he could remember since... ever.

“I’m going to take these off now.”

Even knowing Prudhoe’s words weren’t a question, Korvyn still responded. “Yes, please.” He tightened his abdominals and pressed his hips up, trying to help.

“Relax, my paramour.” Prudhoe skimmed wet kisses down Korvyn’s torso, using the move to urge him to do as he’d been told. At the same time, he lowered the zipper on his slacks. “I will take care of everything.”

With his stomach muscles trembling from Prudhoe’s kisses, licks, and nips, Korvyn didn’t have much of a choice. He peered down his body and watched in anticipation. His hard dick immediately pressed between the flaps, showing off his pale-green, silky boy shorts.

Prudhoe moaned. As he peered up at Korvyn, his eyes gleaming with hunger, he eased his face down and nuzzled his cheek against Korvyn’s straining erection. The wicked expression on his face told Korvyn the man knew exactly what he was doing to him.

Groaning roughly, Korvyn wrapped his fingers in the comforter. He shifted his hips restlessly as he watched Prudhoe mouth along his cloth-covered dick. Prudhoe even opened his mouth and sucked on his knob through the fabric.

Heat flared through Korvyn’s body, firing along his nerve-endings, and warming him from the inside out.

“Yesss, dance for me,” Prudhoe rumbled before continuing to work his dick through the fabric.

Korvyn didn’t have any choice but to do as he’d been told. His erection twitched and leaked, soaking the silk. He shuddered and trembled, gasping and panting. His eyes began to water because he refused to let himself blink.

When Prudhoe finally lifted his head, Korvyn sucked in a harsh breath. The black spots dancing across his vision faded.

Right. Forgot to breathe, too.

Prudhoe grinned broadly, his lips gleaming from saliva and plump from rubbing against him. “You look so damn sexy in these skimpy shorts, Korvyn.” His attention drifted back to Korvyn’s groin. “Do you have more?”

“Y-Yeah,” he admitted. He loved his soft underwear.

“Can’t wait for you to wear them for me.”

That was when Korvyn realized, at some point, Prudhoe had removed his pants and shoes. He must have been too riveted by the view to notice. Prudhoe kneeling and removing Korvyn’s socks, however, that was a sight to behold, mostly because the movements caused the big male’s huge erection to swing oh-so-enticingly.

Sitting back on his legs, Prudhoe grinned down at him. “I do like the way you look at me.” He gripped his dick and stroked himself slowly. “You want this?”

Korvyn’s chute clenched, and he trembled. “Yes. Pound me into the mattress, Prudhoe.” Reaching up, he traced a fingertip over his neck. “Do your kind give a claiming bite?” His cock twitched just at the thought of it. “Because I hear they’re orgasmic.”

Prudhoe’s nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed. “We do.”

“Then fucking hurry up already.”

Nothing had ever sounded so fantastic.