Prince of the Celts

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓝𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷: 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓞𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵!

☆☆ Sorry I've been gone for a little while. I was suffering from an illness, period, and writer's block all in one.☆☆

Cael

I've never felt warmer than now, in his arms. My incubus side was sated and satisfied and I relished the feeling of being held by the man of my dreams.

"You are truly the most precious thing." He murmured, tracing my lips with his thumb. I blushed and shuffled deeper into his arms, scrunching my body to fit further down in his arms, and hid my face in his neck. He smelled like pear and sandalwood, clean and soft. I wanted to bury myself in his scent.

I heard the elevator open with a pleasant ding and he stepped into it. I clutched his shirt in my fists as my stomach dropped to my feet at the speed of the elevator.

We stopped suddenly and he walked out, his heeled boots clicking against the tiled floor. "Where are we going, Master?" I mumbled against his neck. "To see Master Zion."

That shocked me out of my stupor. "Master Zion? I thought we were keeping our relationship a secret from him!" I hissed out.

"Hey, watch that attitude." He tsked and gave me a rather rough slap to the ass. "I told him. My PR lady told me I need to verify that we are in a relationship or not, otherwise, fans will throw a fit."

Ah. So this is what it's like to date a celebrity. No privacy.

I huffed. "Don't be naughty." He paused walking and looked me dead in the eye. "After this contract is made, I can punish you in whatever way I like, as long as you consent."

"Yes, Master." I laid my head back into the crook of his neck and soaked in his cologne.

"That's my good boy."

My heart leaped out of my chest at the compliment.

"Hold on to me a little tighter so I can knock, baby." I wrapped my arms around his neck tighter and held on as tight as possible.

He used his now free hand to knock twice on the door. "Master Zion, it's me."

A frightened-looking Min-Joon threw open the door. "Cael? Thank Gods! I thought something happened to you."

"Oh, I'm fine. Master Eerie took me to his car to help me calm down." I squeaked out. I gave Eerie a look and he placed me down on my feet. We walked into the office.

He gave me a disbelieving look and clacked his tongue and shook his head.

"You need to tell someone before you just disappear. I thought you were hurt. This isn't the backwoods of Ireland where you can just run off as you please--"

"That's enough, Joonie." Jiro clapped his hand on Min-Joon's shoulder and pulled him back some. "He's not our son."

"He feels like it." Min-Joon sniffed, tears falling from his eyes before he straight started bawling.

The guilt hit me in full force. I blew off not only work but my best friend to what, suck off the man of my dreams?

What kind of whore am I?