A warrior's heart

Part - 11

The castle was a flurry of activity as preparations for the day's events continued. Amidst the chaos, Rahul managed to pull Hardik into a deserted corridor, his eyes dark with desire.

"I couldn't wait any longer," he murmured, his voice low and heated.

Hardik's heart skipped a beat, his body responding instinctively to the prince's nearness. "What is it?" he asked, his voice a whisper.

Rahul reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of Hardik's neck. "I wanted to see them," he said, his eyes dropping to the fading marks on the dragon rider's chest.

With a gentle touch, the prince traced the line of a particularly dark hickey. "They're fading," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of possessiveness.

Hardik's cheeks flushed, and he tried to pull away, but Rahul's grip was firm. "They're a reminder of our night together," he said, his eyes locked on the marks.

"And I want to make sure you don't forget," Rahul murmured, his hand sliding down to the opening of Hardik's shirt. He pushed it aside slightly, exposing the upper swell of his chest.

Without a word, he leaned in, his mouth capturing the sensitive skin just above Hardik's right nipple. The dragon rider's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping his lips as the prince's teeth scraped lightly against the tender flesh.

"Your highness," he gasped, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Shh," the prince murmured against his skin, his mouth moving lower.

But in their moment of passion , they didn't heard footsteps approaching. Rohit had been searching the castle for signs of the spy when he stumbled upon the lovers.

His eyes went wide with shock, and without thinking, he took a step backward-right into the arms of Prince Virat.

"What's this?" Virat's voice was a hiss of surprise, his eyes flashing to Rohit's face. "What are they doing?"

Rohit's heart sank as he realized the gravity of the situation. If Virat revealed their secret, it could mean the end of everything-their friendship, their love, and possibly their lives.

"Your Highness, please," Rohit whispered urgently, grabbing Virat's arm and pulling him aside. "You mustn't say anything. This could cause a scandal, and it would ruin them both."

Virat's eyes gleamed with amusement, and Rohit's heart sank. "What makes you think I would do such a thing?" he asked, his voice a dangerous purr.

"Your... your expression," Rohit stuttered, his eyes darting to where Hardik and Rahul had been moments ago. "It looked like... like you knew something."

Virat's smirk grew. "And what if I did?" he said, his gaze unyielding. "What would you do to keep my silence?"

Rohit felt a bead of sweat trickle down his spine. "Anything," he said desperately. "I'll do anything."

Virat's expression grew thoughtful. "Hmm," he murmured. "I may just hold you to that."

The wizard felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps he could convince Virat to keep their secret without resorting to extreme measures. "Please," he said, his voice earnest. "You know how much this means to them."

"Oh, I do," Virat said, his eyes twinkling. "I do indeed."

Rohit's mind raced. He had to find a way to ensure Virat's silence without compromising himself or his friend. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice tight.

"Well," Virat said, leaning in closer. "I've always had a fascination with the art of dragon riding. Perhaps you could... demonstrate some of your skills?"