Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]-Chapter 492: The Fire I Still Lean Into

[TAMIKO]

Tamiko should have known their reunion wasn’t going to go the way he had imagined it over the past year.

He had had a plan.

Gods, he had had a plan that he was supposed to follow.

Then Yilena came and dropped the heat bomb on him, and everything else seemed to go out the window at that moment.

It was as if the universe itself was trying to remind him that nothing was supposed to go his way, and the sooner he got around it, the easier it would be for him.

However, was ’easy’ what Tamiko wanted for both of them?

He had been a good prince and Erasthai, really.

A patient one.

One who didn’t push, even when he too knew that there would come a day when life was not going to let him stay away any longer, and now it seemed like that was one of these moments.

To be fair, Tamiko had seen Kosta more than once.

He had kept his distance, giving him time because he didn’t want to rush things. He didn’t want to rope Kosta back into the same life that had fucked them over. He had managed to do it diligently.

And if Kosta ever saw Tamiko in those times, there was no knowing just yet, only that it had been the kind of thing that the realm.

Tamiko had watched his Kosta like a starving man who was getting denied what he needed the most.

Yet even then, he had been the most patient at it.

He had done his very best.

Gods, he had really done it.

But then, when Kosta initiated the kiss, when Kosta stepped forward and took what he wanted with a fervor that Tamiko hadn’t experienced yet in the past thirteen years, Tamiko didn’t try to say no to him.

He knew how much his baby had wanted this; how desperate they were for each other. He knew how hard it had been for them to be apart because of the darn ultimatum. He knew that at the end of the day, he would have to accept that they had gone through.

But that wasn’t the issue at the moment.

If anything, what was happening was not something that Tamiko had imagined would go this fast.

Yet here he was.

And gods, he was loving every bit of it... Well, the nearly rational part of him? Because he was hungry for the beautiful omega before him.

The omega who took what he wanted without holding back.

The omega who knew what he needed and who knew Tamiko’s body was like a piece of art that he had mastered for so long. And it was a sight to behold.

"Princess..." Tamiko tried, even though he was sure there was no point in that right now.

He could see the desperation in those beautiful black eyes, the way his baby’s smile returned to his face, and how he pouted like this was what he needed and that Tamiko wasn’t going to take it from him.

It was like he was watching a version of themselves that could have been them, had the ultimatum and all that shit never happened, but that wasn’t an issue now.

His pretty princess had decided for both of them.

"No."

Kosta didn’t mince his words. He didn’t try to make Tamiko feel anything. In fact, he admitted it there. An admission to get what had been denied to him for ages.

And he wouldn’t stop.

But then it wasn’t like Tamiko wanted him to stop.

"Baby, I’m not leaving...’ Tamiko tried to reassure him, when Kosta ripped his shirt and threw it on the ground, like they were barbaric animals.

Well, they were beasts by nature, and the camp Kosta had set up was only visible to the eyes that he wanted to see. Which right now was just Tamiko, here, so no one else could see them, even if Kosta was already getting naughty.

Again, Tamiko didn’t mind, because he loved the way Kosta’s caramel scent was filling the air around them.

He loved how open and bare his Erasthai was for him. How Kosta was not even holding back any feelings. And Kosta’s desire was there for the prince to see and feel at the same time.

"No," Kosta grumbled defiantly.

Tamiko just chuckled. His beautiful Erasthai was getting hands on regardless of what he would say, and so the prince gave up, but not before trying again.

Maybe for the sake of their sanity and what they needed.

Maybe because this was the most unconventional way that they had ever gotten together, but Kosta didn’t give a shit about that right now.

"We need to talk about—"

"No talking."

"My beau— mmfgh."

Kosta shut him up.

But in his defense, Tamiko had tried. a 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Even the gods and the deities had witnessed just how much he tried to keep them both sober so they could manage a conversation.

Then again, he should have known that Kosta wasn’t welcoming him for a conversation.

This was the first time in over thirteen years that they were finally, finally, on the same page and with no one who would come and try to take them away from each other.

This was the first time they could hold on to each other like life was truly worth something. And they’d have to look over their shoulder. They didn’t have to be careful of any lines.

Any curses.

Any ultimatums.

All the bets were off.

And so were Tamiko’s clothes, apparently.

Tamiko couldn’t quite make out the moment when he had been stripped bare, or even when he had gone from outside the camp to the squishy space in the small tent. He was lying on his back.

While his Kosta...

Gods, if this was how he was to die, Tamiko was more than open to accepting that fate.

Right on top of him was the prettiest omega, one whose hair was undone and spilled freely down his face, disheveled like that was what he had wanted the prince to walk into.

He looked like the kind of sin that Tamiko didn’t mind committing more than a million and one times.

This was one man who would dedicate his life to, if ever it was a decreed sin, because there was nothing that would ever look the slightest bit better than what his Kosta looked like at the moment.

His princess looked like a temptation, one that was created to doom Tamiko.

Yet it didn’t even matter, because Tamiko was a goner.

Goner for the way that Kosta was sitting on his cock, riding him all while still clothed.

Goner for the way that Kosta was staring at him like Tamiko was everything.

Literally.

Oh, he was a goner.

Tamiko had tried to make it all make sense for them. Tried to argue that it wasn’t fair that he was the only one naked while Kosta had just pulled his slacks down and settled on Tamiko’s cock as it belonged to him.

Well, that girth had never belonged to anyone besides Kosta. But was that really the part when Tamiko’s brains were getting so fucked that they couldn’t even form a coherent line of thought right now?

His mouth was gagged with a handkerchief Kosta had conjured when he realized that his Erasthai was stubborn and wanted to make things make sense for them.

But Kosta didn’t want to talk about anything.

He wanted to be fucked.