Asher spent the entire morning and noon of the next day in a fierce battle with Samson, his wolf, over whether to honor Dominic's invitation or not.
You do know you want him to bang you right? Put your silly pride aside and man the fuck up, Samson said with a snort.
Oh shut up, Asher retorted. Heavens forbids me from going.
Or so he'd thought.
When he eventually showed up much later in the night when Dominic was about to retire for the day, the Crown Prince gave him a haughty, unimpressed look.
"You're late," he said gruffly, his muscular back turned to a scowling Asher as he ruffled through some files. "If you keep with this late-hour habit of yours, people might start to suspect us. And that's what I wouldn't like."
Asher leaned his back heavily against the door, his breath coming forth in shallow bursts as though he'd run a marathon. Well, he hadn't been the one running…Samson was, but still. You couldn't compare a wolf's strength to a human's. "Is this what you called me up for? To give a lecture?"
Dominic snorted, sinking his ah-mazing butt onto the black, swivel chair and setting his legs apart slightly. "Hardly."
Asher curled his lips into a smirk. "You seem eager."
"Save being an annoying tease tonight," Dominic huffed, loosening his blue cravat, "and get your arse here."
Oh, God. Asher swallowed hard, his chest pounding and his knees weak as he walked up unconsciously to the man seated behind the huge, brown desk. The only thing in his line of vision was the sweaty, delicious deep line between Dominic's abs. everything in the room faded into a blur the minute he locked his arms around the Alpha's neck, straddling his lap, and leaned in. he could feel their hearts beating faster in sync, their eyes locked.
"Just so you know, I'm not too eager for this," Asher whispered, his eyes intense and furious but not with anger. The hormones coursing through his veins were so strong, that he wanted to suck Dominic's hot, pink lips dry. The urge to bite and tug at them was even more insane. "And I abhor you. Never stopped. Never stopping, so you should be grateful."
Dominic dipped his head forward, their lips mere centimeters away from each other. Asher gasped when the Crown Prince squeezed his arse cheeks with twice as much ferocity and whispered, "Do you really mean what you just said?"
"Oh, fuck you, arsehole," Asher rasped out thickly before sinking his teeth into Dominic's well-chiseled jawline, almost going blind at the surge of raw, maniacal need twirling in his stomach. Shaking with sexual adrenaline, he ground his hips forward against Dominic's rigid stomach, his lips dragging over the Alpha's skin, sucking aggressively as though his life depended on it. Dominic's fruity cologne intoxicated his senses so much that each time he inhaled, he inhaled and inhaled and inhaled – never satisfied. And fuck, he felt as though their bodies were not close enough, and their clothes were too much…too much for what he wanted. Too much for what he needed. He whined in exasperation, hands thrusting invasively into Dominic's shirt, roaming aimlessly over the cool, wet, and chest – fingers twitching and greedy for more. For more skin. For more connection to the man, he loathed to the moon and back.
Hormones were so uncompromising and bitchy, goodness. He'd never felt this greedy for sexual intimacies before.
"For the love of God," Dominic said huskily as he unbuttoned his shirt quickly, "please don't leave hickeys on my neck. You can leave some on my chest but not on my neck."
Asher suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at the audacity. Who the fuck invited someone over and told them how to kiss and where to leave hickey marks?
Dominic was a fool if he seriously thought that he would follow his orders. And just as he'd always done contrary to everything Dominic normally told him to do, he leaned back in and sucked harder on the Alpha's neck to spite him – and also because it felt so good. But unfortunately, no matter how much he kissed the bastard's skin, he still wasn't satisfied. He wanted more. More.
"I knew you'd choose to be disobedient," Dominic scowled, pushing him back to shrug his shirt off. "If it's so hard to obey a simple instruction then I don't think I want to do this anymore."
Asher's eyes glazed over in irritation. "Why are you always the one giving out orders? And let me remind you, I never asked for this. You invited me over."
"And that's the reason why I must be the one to run this show."
"You're the boss of me," Asher huffed indignantly, "You're always telling me what to do. Sorry, but I'm not one of those stupid, clueless whores of yours. Stop pretending as if you're doing me a favor by letting me ride on your dick."
Dominic stared back at him with a cold, half-lidded, tired look. "If you'd excuse me then. I'm sorry I called you over. Get out the door."
Although his words were harsh and made Asher flinch a little, the Prince also noticed that Dominic didn't feel as indifferent as he was pretending to be. He was still yet, fully aroused and his muscles rippled with such tension, Asher wished they could snap apart.
God. He sighed. The things this man's body did to him.
Asher felt betrayed by the way his body was reacting to Dominic's trashy attitude. There was nothing attractive about bossy Dominic. Asher detested him. But, unfortunately, his cock was very much into him, as well as Samson who couldn't stop purring as the pleasure ricocheted up a notch. Asher groaned into Dominic's large hands when they cupped the side of his face. "Why are so hot and mean?" he rasped. "It should be a criminal offense."
Dominic chuckled, his thumb moving up to stroke Asher's earlobe, making the Prince shiver violently. Dominic's haughty, dark eyes didn't waver off his even for a minute and the raw emotion in them felt so solid…so intense as though it was physical touch. "Same with you being so annoying, yet hopelessly adorable, I couldn't hate touching you even if I try."
Asher slid his tongue out, moistening his lips. His cock twitched harder in his pants and even though he hated saying it, he had no way to go around it. "I'm only agreeing to your terms if you fuck me real good. Hard," he pinched the Alpha's left nipple, twirling it between his fingers. "Fast."
Lips curling, Dominic lifted him up onto the desk and began unbuttoning Asher's shirt, his eyes trained on the younger Prince's face, not even looking down at what he was doing with his hand. "Funny how you have so much faith in me."
"Don't get too cocky. It'll take a lot to impress me." Asher said hoarsely, feigning nonchalance.
"Oh, I've heard all about how good I am from the girls I fucked," Dominic leered, loving the flash of irritation, and slight jealousy in Asher's eyes at his words. But it passed by so quickly, he felt as though he must have imagined it as Asher schooled his face into his usual, scowling expression.
"Save me the traumatic details," Asher wavered it off.
"Oh, yeah? I bet you'll be singing my praises as well after I'm done with you." Dominic said, pulling Asher's shirt off and tossing it aside. His dark eyes roamed, for the first time over the masterpiece that was Asher's body.
Asher shivered, feeling open and vulnerable underneath Dominic's gaze. He knew he looked good – he had a well-proportioned body with tones muscles and defined shoulders, pecs, and stomach. He was never one for working out, but he often ensured he took great care of his body, which was partly what drew attention to him. His neatness and fitness.
Everyone loved his body. Some girls craved it, and men envied it.
Men that were not Dominic. Men who didn't find any fault in him at all.
Whatever Dominic was thinking as his hands traveled down his sides to Asher's waistband, it was hard to tell. The previous zap of electricity between them had faded and Asher quivered as Dominic's cool hands spread over it.
"Scared?" the Crown Prince said gruffly, pinching Asher's navel. Asher tried not to give out what he really felt in his voice but it was hopeless.
"Why would I be?"
Dominic guffawed sexily, hooking his middle finger on the waistband of Asher's loose pants and pulling them down slowly, torturously, his eyes trained on Asher's face the whole time. Asher whined, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. By the time Dominic finished tugging down his pants completely, Asher's mind was spiraling out of control, clogged by an insane amount of sexual want.
Next was his shoes. Dominic took them off and tossed them aside, then brought Asher's toes to his lips, kissing them softly. Asher watched him with half-lidded eyes, biting his bottom lip at how utterly hot and tempting Dominic looked while doing it. The Crown Prince swiped his tongue between the little stubs, and Asher tried his best not to trash around brazenly. The omega guards would waste no time tearing the doors down if they suspected that something was amiss in the room.
"What in hell do you think you're doing?" Asher finally let out in frustration, whipping his legs away from Dominic's grasp. "For fuck's sake, fuck me already! Stop subtle torture."
"You should be careful what you wish for," Dominic glowered, pushing him back down and settling in between his legs once more. He smirked at Asher's hateful gaze, then dipped his head and swallowed his cock.
Asher moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as leaned back on the desk. Oh, heavens. Dominic sucked his dead like a starved baby, slurping and taking it deeper into his mouth. His strong hands were locked in a death grip around Asher's thighs, but Asher didn't care – floating on a delirious high. All he could care or think about was the euphoric feeling Dominic's hot mouth was giving to his aching cock, and fuck, he was so close to coming.
But suddenly, Dominic pulled back, panting. "Not yet."
Asher resisted the urge to swear, his whole body burning with need and desperation. Glaring at Dominic, he couldn't find the right words. He didn't need them though.
Dominic straightened. "It's time we really got down to business. Get up and lean your stomach over the desk."
Asher bit his tongue in a bid to stop any vile comments from coming forth and ruining everything. So, he stood up, turned, and bent over, his back arched instinctively. Dominic's breath on his arsecheeks made him realize that the Crown Prince was squatted.
"Beautiful," he turned to look down over his shoulder at Dominic's intense expression as the Alpha spread his cheeks wider. Asher froze when Dominic licked his hole.
"Oh my god," he held onto the table, his legs about to give out.