Reign of Darkness (The Prince's Assassin #2) - Ariana Nash Page 0,80

to the hilt then withdrew, and the whimper Niko freed was nothing like any he’d made before.

Vasili’s weight briefly vanished. The bed rocked as he climbed off, but by the time Niko could see straight again, Vasili crawled back up the length of him, naked head to toe and breathtaking. Firelight licked over the lattice of scars on his chest. His bare thighs gleamed, the scars fewer there but still present. And his cock, so erect and thickly veined that Niko swallowed hard, wishing he could swallow him. By the three, he was a vision of grace, of slim masculinity, and everything Niko desperately wanted to sink his fingers into in all ways.

Vasili struck in a kiss, both messy and raw. Niko tasted his own salty seed, then Vasili clasped both their erect lengths in his fist and stroked as one.

Niko growled into Vasili’s mouth and nipped at his lips, needing more, shoving his cock into Vasili’s pumping hand, losing himself to everything Vasili gave. Pinned, tied, and thoroughly caught, he should have despised the prince’s control, and maybe a small piece of him did, but the lust and mindless need overrode any fear.

Niko gasped free of the kiss, his lower back tingling, pleasure cresting. He groaned out nonsense words, maybe begging to come. He was close.

Vasili sat upright and granted Niko the perfect sight of the prince riding him, mercilessly working his hand around their cocks. His smile, the gleam in his beautiful eye, the curl of his wicked tongue as it touched his top teeth, and the strength in his grip—it was all too much, too Vasili, and Niko came with a shuddering cry. Creamy seed dashed his chest in spurts. But even as the sensitive comedown made him twitch, it was Vasili poised above him, cock still in hand, who held Niko entranced. The prince threw his head back, bit his lower lip so hard it would surely bleed, and gasped aloud. His abs rippled and flexed, body shuddering, and then his seed pulsed free, spilling warmly onto Niko’s belly.

Niko had never seen anything so fucking beautiful in all his life.

Vasili’s eye fluttered open, his lashes light. He smiled, and the rest of Niko’s heart cracked wide open. He was doomed. He’d follow this fucking asshole anywhere, do anything for him, probably die for him, and none of it made any sense, but understanding anything in this moment was beyond him.

Vasili kissed him with swollen lips, then peeled off and sashayed toward the bath, displaying a fine, tight ass that Niko couldn’t tear his gaze from. Niko knew all the ways to make that ass work for the both of them, but Vasili wasn’t ready. He tossed his hair like a fucking tease, then glanced over his shoulder, and the prince’s sideways grin struck like an arrow to Niko’s heart.

That was it. He was fucking dead. Vasili had killed him with lust and want and impossible things. Niko flung his head back to stare at the ceiling and heard the bathwater slosh. Gods, he was doomed.

Arms aching at their awkward angle above his head, he tugged on the silk and felt it unravel, just as Vasili had said.

Concerns tried to creep back in—why was he here, why now, where had he been, what had he been doing—but Niko refused them purchase. Instead, he rode the glorious post-sex high, content to stay right where he was and watch Vasili’s smooth hands stroke his arms in the firelight.

After washing, Vasili toweled off and padded back to the bed to casually lay on one side, head propped on a hand as his gaze roamed up Niko’s thighs, over his belly and chest, to his face. “I should have gone to Loreen. I should be there now.”

“Why aren’t you?”

“Must I spell it out for you, Nikolas?”

“Please do, Your Highness.”

Vasili cupped Niko’s cheek, keeping him from looking away. “Day and night, you occupy my thoughts.”

Niko’s smile grew, and Vasili’s eye narrowed, like this was not the good news Niko seemed to believe it to be. Vasili let go and rolled on his back, maybe to stare at the same spot Niko had and hoped to find answers there. “Tomorrow, we talk,” he said. “Leave tonight as this and nothing more.”

Niko heard, leave tonight as perfection.

It almost sounded like a question, and when Vasili looked over again, Niko nodded in reply. Under Vasili’s gaze, he left the bed for the rapidly cooling bath, washed clean, and tossed a few more logs on the