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  Baylin waited patiently for the man to gather his thoughts. While he wanted an answer, he’d rather Xavier be certain.

  Xavier laughed. “The man is frustrating as hell, the worst tease I have ever met, and completely irrational at times, and his personal priorities are a complete mess…how could I not fall for him?”

  Baylin chuckled. “I’m glad you have a clear understanding of who he is.”

  “Baylin, I have a question for you now.”

  He relaxed back on the couch. “And it is?”

  “How old are you exactly?”

  “I am 6,858.”

  “Older than me, but not as old as I thought. How is Adrian…well…Adrian? Aren’t men supposed to mature with age?”

  “That’s what many believe. It, however, hasn’t stopped Adrian from trying to prove them wrong,” he admitted with a chuckle. “Well, now that that is out of the way, I think I should tell you Adrian is setting up a rather interesting trap for you.”

  “Is he now?”

  “Mmm, he would have never called Asa to the castle unless he was up to something. There are too many bad memories here for both of them. For Asa’s sake alone, they usually meet outside the castle.”

  “Bad memor—”

  Baylin held up his hand to stop the question. “Not my story to tell. All you need to know is that Asa is married to a kind, yet very territorial, woman who he would never cheat on.”

  Xavier appeared to be shocked at the news. “A woman?”

  “It’s bad to stereotype,” Baylin admonished. “Anyway, please keep what I’m telling you firmly in mind and try to avoid hurting Asa at all cost. Lily’s wrath is truly terrifying.”

  “A bit testy, is she?”

  “You have no idea, and if you’re smart, you will never try to find out,” he warned as he stood up to leave. “Oh, one more thing. If you hurt Adrian, I will skin you alive.”

  * * * *

  Pillows were scattered around them as they sat on the floor drinking their tea—Adrian and Asa had been catching up and gossiping…until he told him why he had called him here.

  Adrian patted Asa on the back when he started choking on his tea.

  Asa looked at him as if he were insane. “You want me to do what?”

  Adrian threw a pillow at him. “Keep your voice down!” It wasn’t exactly a normal request, but for heaven’s sake, the man was acting as if he were asking him to perform a sacrifice or something.

  He grabbed one of the pillows and hugged it closely. “I want you to pretend to have sex with me, to make my bodyguard jealous.”

  “You mean the huge bodyguard who could crush me like a bug? That bodyguard? Have you completely lost your mind?”

  Glaring at Asa, he snapped, “He’s not going to hurt you!” He didn’t know what Asa’s problem was. He thought it was a perfectly logical solution to his problem—well, mostly logical.

  Asa scoffed. “And you know this how?”

  “He would never hurt someone so defenseless. I mean just look at you.” He waved his hands at him. “You’re adorable. Five foot nothing with a slim build, short curly black pixie-like hair, and large puppy-dog eyes. You’re completely nonthreatening. It’s why I chose you. If he doesn’t feel threatened, then he’ll have no reason to attack you.”

  At least he hoped not. If the man did, he had seriously misjudged him. Apparently, his words had angered Asa—the man was glaring fiercely at him. The look just proved his point. The man still looked adorable and harmless when mad.

  “You’re just full of compliments today, aren’t you? Well, now that you’ve thoroughly crushed my pride, can you tell me why you’re so desperate? Why go to the extreme?” he inquired as he took a sip of his tea. “There are plenty of other things you could do to draw him into your bed.”

  Adrian growled. “Do you think I would have come to you if I hadn’t already exhausted my other options?” He grunted in disgust. “I bent over in nothing but a thong in front of the damn man. Hell, I snuck into his bed nude! And at one point I wasted a perfectly good can of whipped cream. It was sticky as hell, and I got nothing for it! Xavier is a stubborn bastard!”

  He let out an exasperated sigh when Asa burst out laughing. “It’s not funny,” he whined.

  Asa continued to laugh. “Oh, but it is. I find it extremely satisfying to see you suffering so much.”

  “And I find myself questioning why the hell I’m friends with such a sadistic asshole!”

  “Again I ask, why are you so desperate to have this man? It’s not like you to work so hard.”

  He huffed. “I just want him, okay?”

  “That’s not a good enough reason. And if you expect me to get naked with you, I will need a pretty damn good one.” Asa grinned and giggled. “Do you perhaps like him?”

  “What? Of course not!” Adrian sputtered. He felt his face turn red. He looked away, avoiding Asa’s eyes. Adrian didn’t like the man…he just needed to scratch an itch, he told himself.

  Asa tilted his head and stared silently at him. It made him look like a damn puppy, Adrian thought irritably.

  When the man finally responded, his voice was full of doubt. “If you say so…”

  “I don’t like him!” he snapped, throwing his pillow down.

  “Fine, I’ll do it. But I will personally gift-wrap your ass and deliver it to my wife if I get hurt. Speaking of my wife, I need to get her permission first. I would like to continue breathing, thank you very much. Something I most likely would stop doing if she found out from someone else.”

  In most cases, Adrian would have made a smart-ass comment about having to ask for permission. However, Asa’s wife terrified him at times. The thought of getting on her bad side made him shudder—there was a very good reason she was Dante’s second-in-command.

  * * * *

  Xavier was tense as he sat on the couch, just waiting for whatever Adrian had planned to begin. What he would walk in on, he didn’t know—well, he had a pretty good idea. It was all going to be an act, of course. Knowing so, he should be able to remain calm.

  At least he would stay so on the inside. He had every intention of putting on a little act of his own—even if it was just so he could finally spank Adrian’s tight little ass. To be honest, the wait was killing him—which was ridiculous, as he’d been holding back for two weeks. No…he had been holding back since he first laid eyes on the man.

  He laughed at his own thoughts. It had only been what? Three weeks? Dear God, he’d gone from swearing he’d never touch the man to whatever he was experiencing right now. If he were to guess, he would probably call it desperation—yes, desperation definitely described how he felt right now.

  Oh, how far he had fallen. He could just imagine how hard the twins would laugh if they could see him now. They would wonder what happened to that strong protector from their youth, the one who had always been unwavering in his duties. Xavier was very grateful that his kings preferred to receive updates through e-mail and text. He would have had a hard time lying to their faces.

  Not that Tristan and Aiden wouldn’t find out eventually—he had no intention of giving up Adrian once he got ahold of him. While he had already decided to give in, his conversation with Baylin cemented his decision to try for something more than a few nights.

  Stretching out on the couch, he rubbed his neck. Maybe he should just take a nap. It seemed whatever Adrian had planned was going to take a while.

  Or maybe, Adrian had blindsided Asa and asked him to come without telling him what he wanted. He snorted at the possibility. It sounded like something Adrian would do. After stretching once more, he settled into the couch and drifted asleep.

  * * * *

  While Adrian had been happy that Asa’s wife had agreed, he hadn’t been pleased with her demand for pictures. There were so many ways pictures could come back to bite him in the ass.

  To his frustration, Asa had just giggled at the request and admitted that Lily had had a few fantasies about them together. She h
ad been adamant about her request—if he and Asa were getting naked together, she wanted to see some damn photos.

  He’d have to worry about the photos later though. It was show time—no backing out now.

  Chapter Seven

  A loud noise jerked Xavier from his slumber—someone was moaning. When the next cry pierced the air, he had to choke down the laugh that tried to bubble up.

  Judging from the voice, the one moaning had to be Asa, and evidently, he was awful at faking it—the man sounded like a dying cat. He gathered from how loud and obnoxious the moans were that he must have slept through the earlier ones.

  Worried that they would end up alerting the whole castle with their howling, he hurried to the doors and threw them open, slamming them in the process. The minute he saw them on the bed, he knew he had been lying to himself. He had underestimated how he would feel seeing Adrian with someone else. It didn’t matter that the scent of arousal was absent or that neither of them were hard—he felt anything but calm. Rage raced through his veins at the sight of the two men nude together.

  Xavier gripped the doorframe and growled menacingly as he struggled to control his anger. When the wood shattered under his grip, he realized he had frozen part of the doorframe.

  “Get out!” He roared as he stalked toward the bed—he had to force himself to ignore Asa as he sprinted around him from the room.

  Standing at the foot of the bed, he grabbed Adrian’s ankles and dragged him down until his legs hung off and their eyes met. “Mine!” he said with a growl before slamming his mouth onto Adrian’s. The kiss was more a hard press of lips before Adrian opened for him. The man tasted sweeter than he could have ever imagined.

  Xavier growled into the kiss when Adrian tried to take control. The challenge was clear: if he wanted control, he would have to fight for it. It didn’t surprise him—he doubted many kings gave up control easily.

  When he pulled away, both of them were panting heavily, their breath visible in the ice-cold air. The frigidness surrounding him felt strange against his overheated skin, yet comforting to his Ice Demon side. However, when Adrian began to shiver—despite the heat radiating from them both—he took a deep breath and forced himself to rein in his powers.

  Glaring down at the man, he said with a growl, “You love to test me, don’t you?”

  Instead of answering, the man reached up and ran his index finger over Xavier’s bottom lip. The action caused him to wince. There was blood on Adrian’s finger when he pulled back—he must have nicked his lip on one of the man’s fangs. Grinning up at him, Adrian licked the blood off his finger and hummed in pleasure.

  “Shit…” Xavier licked his lips and grabbed Adrian’s ass. Pulling Adrian up against him, he sealed their lips together again. Adrian quickly wrapped his legs around his waist, moaning into the kiss. With Adrian wrapped around him, Xavier crawled onto the bed, groaning when Adrian began to grind his cock against his hard bulge. His cock was already throbbing, and the pressure was almost too much.

  Adrian ran his nails up and down Xavier’s back before trying to pull his shirt off. “Off!” Adrian hissed when he broke their kiss.

  “Impatient, love?” He laughed as he forced himself to let go of Adrian’s perfectly round globes, dropping him onto the bed.

  Xavier’s anger had already vanished—he had finally thought of a way to turn the tables on the frustrating man lying beneath him. He grinned wickedly as he fully covered Adrian’s body with his own.

  Adrian whimpered and whined. “Off now.”

  Xavier just chuckled and started to kiss and nuzzle his neck. He knew how Adrian felt—he, too, yearned to feel bare skin pressed against his own. However, Xavier would be hard-pressed to hold back if he removed the thin barrier between them—and he had no intention of giving Adrian what he wanted so easily.

  When Adrian grabbed the back of his shirt, most likely to rip it off, he took hold of his arms. “Oh no you don’t,” he said with a laugh.

  The man whined and struggled as Xavier forced his arms above his head, took his wrists in his right hand, and held them down. “Let me go,” Adrian hissed.

  “Why? Isn’t this what you wanted, baby?” Xavier asked, punctuating each word with a kiss.

  “What I want is for you to fuck me!” he hollered.

  He ignored Adrian’s outburst. Adrian moaned as Xavier trailed his tongue down the man’s throat. Continuing down, he took Adrian’s right nipple into his mouth. With his free hand, Xavier caressed Adrian’s other perky bud, rubbing his thumb back and forth across it before pinching it.

  He grinned against Adrian’s nipple—the man was whimpering and trying to grind up against him but couldn’t find the right angle. Such an impatient little thing, Xavier thought with a chuckle.

  Adrian moaned. “More!”

  Xavier’s chuckle turned into a bark of laughter when his shirt was suddenly ripped from his body. Adrian had apparently remembered he could use telekinesis. “Naughty, naughty.”

  “More,” Adrian demanded with a deep growl. Xavier laughed harder when his pants went the way of his shirt.

  Never one for undergarments, he was no longer confined. His cock pulsed fiercely, dripping with the need to be inside Adrian. Each moan he had wrenched from Adrian had already begun to push him toward the edge, and without his clothes, his game would end sooner than he intended.

  Xavier released Adrian’s wrists and slid down the man’s body. He grabbed Adrian’s thighs, pushed them back, and swallowed the man’s swollen cock. The man groaned and arched his back, threading his fingers through Xavier’s hair. Adrian began to tremble as he hummed around the man’s prick. He tasted sweet and just a bit salty—Xavier’s mouth watered for more.

  Adrian gripped Xavier’s hair as he pulled back until only the tip remained in his mouth. He paid homage with his tongue as he ran it along the underside of the swollen head.

  Pulling off, Xavier flicked and played with the man’s small slit before taking just the tip back into his mouth.

  The grip on his hair tightened. “Please…” Adrian whimpered and arched, trying to push Xavier’s head down. The man was close, but he intended to be inside him before Adrian found his release.

  Grinning, he pulled off the man’s cock with a resounding pop, causing Adrian to shout in dismay. “No,” he begged, frustration clear on his face.

  Ignoring his pleas, he pushed Adrian’s legs back farther. “Hold up your legs for me, sweetheart,” Xavier instructed. Satisfaction filled him when the man instantly obeyed.

  Adrian was perfectly displayed before him. Flushed and panting, cock glistening with spit and precum, his small sack tight against his body, the man was a dream come true. If he hadn’t been so wound up, he would have taken time to fully admire the view before him. Each bit of flesh was worth worshipping. However, his goal had been to gain access to Adrian’s small, twitching pink bud.

  Adrian was practically vibrating on the bed with need, impatiently waiting for Xavier to do something. Grinning, he leaned down and licked the underside of the man’s sack. Sliding farther down on the bed, he sucked the skin between Adrian’s sack and pulsing hole. He worshipped that small expanse of flesh until Adrian became a sobbing, whimpering bundle of need, struggling fiercely to push Xavier’s head down farther.

  * * * *

  Xavier’s mouth had turned him into a sobbing mess. Oh God, he was going to die—this was the end, the man was going to kill him. He couldn’t breathe. Adrian was sure he was going to melt into a puddle any second.

  Xavier was obviously punishing him for all his teasing—he both loved and hated the man for it. He whimpered; his arousal was becoming painful. He would probably agree to almost anything just to get the man inside him.

  Xavier was even better than in his fantasies. God, the way he tasted—his blood vibrated with unleashed power and tasted like the sweetest of wines. He also probably didn’t have an ounce of fat on him, with utterly delectable pecks and abs that he would love to lick. Xavier ha
d a happy trail leading to his cock, an area in which the man was very fortunate. He was thick—oh, boy was he thick—and at least ten or more inches long. Adrian’s hole was twitching in anticipation of being filled by it.

  “Please…I can’t…Xavier!” Adrian begged.

  When Xavier finally moved on, he almost wished he hadn’t. He wasn’t going to last under the man’s talented mouth. The man nipped and lazily licked his tight hole. He almost came when Xavier finally dipped his tongue inside him. However, his release was stolen from him when the man grabbed his cock and gripped it tightly.

  Tears ran down his face, and he began to plead. “Let go! Please! I need…I need…”

  Xavier moved up to kneel between his legs, and with a voice full of desire, he ordered, “Lube.” The man was done playing his game.

  It took longer than he would have liked to admit to get his brain functioning enough to comprehend the request. When he finally did, he dropped his legs to rest on Xavier’s knees and reached blindly under his pillow for what he needed. He shouted in success when he found it. However, in his hurry to pull it free, the bottle flew from his hand and smacked Xavier in the face.

  Definitely not his finest moment, he thought. His face burned with embarrassment when Xavier began to laugh.

  “Adorable.” The man chuckled as he bent down and kissed the tip of Adrian’s nose.