Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]-Chapter 493: Don’t Hold Back… Light Me Up Again [1]

[TAMIKO]

But Kosta didn’t want to talk about anything.

He wanted to be fucked.

If Tamiko wasn’t going to give it to him, then he would take it on his own. Kosta was doing a good job at it, until his breaths began getting heavier and slower.

And Tamiko noticed.

Of course, he noticed.

The crown prince looked at Kosta like he was about to devour the pretty princess alive. Like he was about to ruin the omega in ways that no one had ever seen on any omega yet.

Like he wanted his omega wrapped in his scent, his marks, and everything just him.

Of course, he knew Kosta would never look at another the way he looked at him.

But still, there was that challenge in the air:

In the way that Kosta, struggling as he was to maintain the tempo of their bodies, desperate as he was to get more of Tamiko in him, made the crown prince wonder about so many things.

Like whether the kingdom would mind them disappearing into thin air for a few thousand years just to remember and mark each other for the longest time.

Tamiko wondered if his father, the mighty mad king, would be opposed to his only son disappearing into the wind with the kid they had been left to take care of.

It was not even a challenge when he got Tamiko, because if that was what Kosta wanted, the king would just have to sit on that throne for a while longer than he intended to.

The king would have to embrace power as he had always had it because his son was not opposed to getting wrecked by the princess on his lap.

"Fuck," Kosta whined in frustration as he pressed harder, desperate for his cunt to swallow more of Tamiko’s cock.

But it wasn’t enough.

It was like there was a part of him that needed something more. Something that only the shocked prince under him was able to give.

Tamiko’s mind was hazy, and his sanity only ever screamed caramel and fucking Kosta senseless on every surface in the palace. Granted, they were still in the camp his Erasthai had made a run to, but that was Tamiko’s plan.

By the time he would be done with Kosta, when he would let his Erasthai breathe, his father would have tried to kick them out a few hundred times, or even abandon the entire palace for them.

All seven hundred rooms of the huge building.

Not that Tamiko cared much about that when there was a whining, desperate omega sucking him whole in the warmth of that cunt that he had missed in ages.

"Mmfgh," Tamiko wiggled, and Kosta stared at him like he was trying to see if this was really a good idea or if he was in for more trouble than the prince was worth at the moment.

He could feel Tamiko thrust weakly into his cunt, like he was a delicate thing the prince was scared of breaking. And Kosta didn’t want that right now.

Or did he?

Maybe because it was not as delicious as it had always been, and that scared him. Because he needed more, they were both starved, and if he let Tamiko free, he wasn’t sure he was ready for that just yet.

"Baby, please," Tamiko growled out, as he bit through the light handkerchief Kosta had gagged him with.

There was a glint in Kosta’s eyes, almost like he had known that this was bound.

Like he knew Tamiko couldn’t be stopped by that darn piece of fabric.

Like he had been waiting for the moment his prince tore through it, the moment the love of his life had had had had enough of being held back. Because that was what everything had been for them these past thirteen years.

They had spent those years in endless silent tears, in agony, in the kind of hurt that even the fates were not sure they would have been able to handle.

Yet here they were.

Back in each other’s arms like they hadn’t just survived a short-term that had almost taken them out. Like they didn’t just wade through the worst of the worst and still breathed like their lives belonged to each other.

When Kosta lifted himself just a little to pull Tamiko’s cock out of him, Tamiko whined.

Or maybe it was a mewl.

Kosta was so preoccupied with his prince that he didn’t know if it was a blend of that. What he knew, though, was that if Tamiko did snap, if Tamiko got a proper hold of him, he wouldn’t be seen for months.

Not that he was opposed to it.

"St...stay out," Kosta whined as he desperately rode Tamiko’s cock like it was the only thing he could afford.

Maybe that wasn’t far from the truth, but the frustration was evident on Tamiko’s face, along with the control that he was showing, too, which was just out of this world. How could a man be so unhinged and sane at the same time?

"Lemme help you..." Tamiko begged desperately, hoping his offer was something that Kosta would have the heart to consider. He could feel the way Kosta cunt was gripping his cock.

Oh, Kosta was so tight it hurt in the sweetest way to think that all this was just for Tamiko to devour.

He was going insane, and the fact that Kosta was still clothed was messing with his mind. How could a man be so damn beautiful and charming at the same time, even though he was clothed from head to toe save for the point where their bodies were connected.

Tamiko could feel Kosta’s cunt clenching his cock harder, and he felt like he was losing his damn mind. If this continued, he wasn’t sure how much control he would have before he snapped and let go.

"You’ve gotten impossibly bigger," Kosta chuckled as he sat back on Tamiko’s cock, making the prince let out a low guttural groan.

His hands were still on his side, but he was fighting a losing battle here with Kosta. Here, when his princess was teasing him, and had already commanded him to keep his hands to himself unless he wanted to walk back home with blue balls.

It had been the kind of thing that Tamiko listened to keenly; you would think it was what would cost him his life if he played the wrong cards.

Maybe that was it?

"Yet you swallow me whole with so much ease, if I didn’t know any better, I would say you prepared yourself for me today... Like you knew I’d be coming for you..." Tamiko forced out.

His eyes widened when Kosta arched himself backward, granting Tamiko the best view he had seen in years.

Kosta’s neck was the only inch of skin that showed at the moment, and Tamiko was already falling apart from that.

Or perhaps it was the silhouette that he was staring at. The way his Erasthai was not wearing a binder today. The way his Erasthai let him see where they were joined, like he wanted Tamiko to know what he was doing.

What they were doing.

But he wanted more.

Tamiko was hungry for me.

How could he not, when Kosta’s eyes were watery, and he was biting his lips as if to bite back a moan, denying Tamiko the privilege of hearing what he already knew he was doing to Kosta.

"I did prepare... your royal highness," Kosta said, definitely.

Tamiko froze.