USELESS?

8

I wake up in Anthony's arms, my mind still reeling from Jeremiah's revelations. 'How long was I out,' I wonder. I turn over, and see Anthony is asleep, sunlight streaming over his handsome features. As it was just after sunset when Jeremiah knocked on our door, I guess I slept through the night. Although I know I should be in a panic that my parents, the King and Queen, will be here soon, the feel of Anthony's arms around me has me feeling blissfully calm and content. There's nowhere else I'd rather be in this moment. I reach out and run my fingers gently along Anthony's cheek and jaw, and press a kiss to his lips.

Before I can pull away, his arms tighten around me, and I find myself being rolled onto my back as he deepens the kiss. "Good morning, my prince" he murmurs against my lips, in between kisses.

He runs his hands up and down my sides, and I tremble as desire floods my body. I'm instantly painfully hard, a fact that Anthony can't help but be aware of as he presses me into the mattress. He tries to pull away, but I wrap my arms tightly around his neck. I shift my legs so that he is lying between them, then wrap them around his waist.

"Please, Anthony," I whisper. "Don't stop."

"Hunter..." He says, hesitantly, "are you sure?"

I've never been more sure of anything as I reach up and nibble his earlobe before whispering, "I love you."

Anthony's lips crash back onto mine, and he kisses me passionately. He gently runs his hands under my shirt, sliding it up my chest. I lift my shoulders off the bed and raise my arms so he can slide it up over my head, and it is thrown carelessly to the floor. His shirt follows. He places a string of kisses to my jaw, my neck, and shoulder, paying special attention to where his mark will go.

He kisses his way down to my nipples, licking and sucking first one, then the other until they're fully erect and aching from the attention. He continues kissing down to my stomach, to the waistband of my pajama pants, slowly sliding them and my boxers down together, kissing every inch of skin as he exposes it. As my member is freed, he kisses the tip, but doesn't stop there. He kisses down my thighs, to my knees before finally removing my pants and boxers, adding them to the growing pile on the floor

He stands up, and I pout, but watch him as he goes to the bedside table, and opens it for a bottle of lubricant that he lays beside the pillow before going to the bedroom door and locking it. "So we're not disturbed, my love." He says, voice rough with desire.

I simply smile, and hold out my arms to him in invitation. Anthony returns to the foot of the bed, and removes his pants and underwear, standing gloriously nude in front of me before climbing back onto the bed at my feet, restarting his trail of kisses, but in reverse. From the inside of my knee, up my thigh to my member, where he gently takes the tip in his mouth, licking the slit and sucking gently before letting it go. I whimper in protest until his hands wrap around my thighs, gently pulling my legs apart and lifting them off the bed.

I watch him, confused, until I feel his tongue circle my entrance. I gasp, my back arching off the bed, as he begins sucking, nibbling and licking my hole. He lets go of one leg, reaching for my hand to pull it down to where his was, and I realize he wants me to hold my legs up to free his hands, so I do. As a reward, I feel his tongue breach my ring as his hand wraps around my member, slowly pumping. Then, I feel a single finger slip inside, and I moan his name at the pleasure that courses through me.

Anthony watches me fall apart in his hands, as his tongue and fingers continue stretching my hole and his other hand gently pumps my cock. When he finds my prostate, my back arches off the bed again, and I cum in his hand. He just smiles against my hole, and hits it again, and again, and again. I'm rock hard and weeping precum instantly, begging for more. Finally, Anthony kisses his way back up my body, and grabs the bottle of lubricant.

I take it from him, smiling, and pour some in my hand before lovingly taking his member in my hand, spreading the lubricant over it before guiding him to my entrance. He slips in easily, though it still stings a little, and stops when I wince. I nod to let him know that I'm ready, and he slowly enters me, being careful not to hurt me. When he's fully in, he stays still, letting me adjust to him. I lift my hips to signal him to move, and he sets a slow, gentle rhythm.

My hips raise to meet each of his thrusts, and I can't get enough. I dig my nails into his back, and beg him to go faster, harder. He obliges, and soon he's pounding into me so hard, the bed shakes with each thrust, and he's hitting my prostate each time he slams into me. Suddenly, he grabs my member and starts pumping it in time with his thrusts. I look into his eyes, and notice his canines descending, and I feel mine do the same.

As I feel him swell with his impending release inside me, he leans down and places his open mouth on my neck, and I take his in my teeth. We bite down simultaneously, as I feel the hot spurt of his cum inside me, and mine between our bodies. We clean each other's marks, and fall asleep still wrapped up in each other.

Anthony and I spend the day in bed, making love until we're both too tired to move, building our mate bond as servants bring us meals to replenish our strength, and fall asleep wrapped around one another. As I drift off to sleep, I feel Anthony's heartbeat, in perfect sync with mine, as is his breathing. We are truly one.

The following morning, there is a knock on our door, and Jeremiah calls us, "Hunter, Anthony...the King and Queen have arrived."