The Fae Prince's Fated Mate: M/M Gay Paranormal Romance

by J B Black

  The longer Ash waited, the worse it would be, but the image haunted him. Voski would be so happy. Even if it were rushed, the prince likely would have a romantic meeting. They would notice each other from across a crowded room. Green eyes - lush and bright and dancing eyes would find whatever undoubtedly perfect hue of the prince’s mate. Whoever they were, they likely were beautiful. Gorgeous and strong and not an unwanted child born from an affair and abandoned to a life of grifting and theft. A conartist had no place beside the throne of Faerie let alone upon it.

  His stomach churned. All he wanted was to curl up with his cheek resting on the broad chest with those strong, warm arms around him. If anything existed between them - if only Voski looked at him even once, Ash swore he would have noticed. Weak and wanting as the other made him, he would have lured the prince to his bed, taking what he could and dragging out Voski’s fated meeting until he couldn’t anymore. Until it broke his heart.

  But the prince relied upon him - trusted him. Deserved better. The conflict within turned Ash’s magic against him. It rebeled, refusing to keep his sight. The strings appeared, but whenever he faced Voski, they vanished. He couldn’t do it.

  “Fuck,” the warlock growled, rearing back to punch the wall only to hold his temper as his mind returned to the fae sleeping in the other room. Sinking to a low crouch, Ash swallowed the tears rising to the edges of his eyes. “Fuck.”

  Maybe lack of sleep made him do it. Perhaps he needed to claw himself to pieces after keeping it together so long. No matter the reason, Ash found a way to Nelson’s. They had walked as the warlock’s magic still twisted, writhing in a mimicry of his inner turmoil, but Voski said nothing, and the flow of the dance floor and all those interested in the handsome man separated the two quickly enough.

  He flirted so well now. An easy smile on his face showed he no longer tried too hard, and the men and women who gravitated for his look stayed around to hear him speak or to dance as close as they could. Good. While they distracted the prince, Ash intended to convince someone to fuck the hestitation from his body. Knowing Voski would recognize his magic - and not trusting it, he had fingered himself open in the shower earlier that day, quickly working himself open and making himself as slick as he dared. It would ache - the rough first thrust after so long - but it would clear his head, and he needed to stop fantacizing. His life and Voski’s were only temporarily entwined. The thread between them - whatever color it was - wasn’t red.

  But first - Ash needed a drink. Tossing back two shots to ease his nerves, the warlock turned to the dance floor, scanning for easy prey.

  “There you are,” a voice called.

  The easy drawl had the hairs on his neck rising. “Huh...don’t you have a boyfriend?”

  Adam chuckled, running a hand through his loose locks. They fell artfully in his place. From the shine of his shoes to the diamond in one ear, the mortal decorated himself with purpose. “I heard Jeff sent his muscle heads around after you. Dick move. Don’t worry, baby, I dumped his toxic ass,” Adam crooned.

  Too small hands that ran far colder than Ash remembered settled on his hips. They drew him closer, and it would be easy. Not a decent fuck, sure, but he had done it before, and if it got the warlock’s mind off of Voski, it would work.

  But his mouth didn’t seem to agree. “If your old boyfriend was toxic because he only wanted to top, I’m really just the flip side.”

  “So?” Adam purred, “Maybe that’s just what I want.”

  Uncertainty squirmed in Ash’s belly. This was it. He could do it. Ignore the way his body rejected Adam and let the man walk him to the bathroom or one of the empty room upstairs. Find an alley even. Bend over, take a decent dicking, and find his center. All he needed to do was put aside the stupid daydream that Voski could ever want someone like him. He could do it.

  Groping his ass, Adam pulled the warlock against him, grinding his hard cock against Ash’s hip. “Come on, baby. You fit me so good.”

  A strong arm encircled Ash’s waist, and a broad hand came down, shoving Adam back. “Back off.”

  Stumbling back, Adam scoffed, “Who the hell are you?”

  Voski pressed against Ash’s back. Holding the warlock tight to his broad chest, he glared, but he didn’t answer, and that left Ash’s heart sinking. Shifting to break free, the shorter man expected the fae to let him go, but Voski spun him, and wrapping his arms around the startled magic user, he stole his lips in a desperate kiss.

  Ash melted under the sheer force of affection. Though not the most skilled, the prince kissed with overwhelming passion. His tongue slid across the warlock’s lower lip. Tetnatively, he begged entrance, and Ash moaned as a hand dipped lower, slipping up to rub a thumb over his skin right above the waist of his jeans on his lower back. Clever fingers held fast, knotting in golden hair as they swayed together, caught in a tide all their own. The music seemed to draw them like gravity. Pulled tight one against they other, they ground against each other, fronting desperately. The rub of their clothed cocks sent shivers up Ash’s spine, and when Voski shifted, breaking their kiss, the amber-eyed man couldn’t hold back the whimper which escaped his lips.

  A thumb brushed over his lower lip. “Shh, I’ve got you,” the fae whispered, and then his heated gaze turned possessive as his green eyes glared at Adam. “He’s mine.”

  The claim settled over Ash. Shivering, the warlock swallowed. “Voski…”

  But he didn’t get the chance to speak. The prince kept him close, herding him through the crowded club and out onto the streets of Las Vegas. Cars and bright lights couldn’t compete with the volume of the music before; however, the fae glared around, seemingly seeking something before he huffed and continued to lead Ash down the street, retracing their earlier steps back to the warlock’s apartment.

  “Voski, what are you doing?”

  Whipping around, the prince looked positively feral. His eyes glowed, and his skin shifted back and forth between his shimmering fae countenance and the mortal glamor. When his tongue darted out to wet his lips, Ash’s cock twitched in his tight leather pants, and both their eyes dropped down before rising to meet.

  “I adore you,” Voski whispered.

  Ash’s brows furrowed. “That’s...this isn’t -”

  Fingers pressed to his lips. “I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you, Ash.”

  “You shouldn’t.”

  “I should. I do,” Voski argued, but he didn’t know.

  Shaking his head, Ash pulled away, and Voski let him go, but his eyes tracked the warlock like a predator readying to capture him once more if he attempted to run. “Your mother hired me to speed up your mating. I was supposed to use my skill with the threads to find your mate.”

  “But you haven’t. You haven’t even looked, have you?” the prince returned, and Ash couldn’t deny the fae spoke true.

  “I’m a con artist. A pickpocket. I steal from people all the time. Trick them,” the warlock proclaimed, holding his arms out wide. “I’m not even a properly trained warlock. My mother barely got the basics in my head before she died, and without the guild, I’m a fuck-up. Half my spells came from the internet!”

  Voski shook his head, moving in reflection of the warlock as if they were dancing. “You’re brilliant. Self-taught. I had tutors. They fed me everything I know, and I’m still not the best at anything. To me, you’re amazing. I could never have survived what you’ve been through. You had nothing, and you made a life for yourself.”

  Ash screamed, “By lying and stealing!”

  “By being smarter and faster and better!” the fae called right back.

  The tears which Ash had fought for so long poured down his cheeks. He crumbled against Voski’s chest when the fae’s arms wrapped around him again. Drawn close, he wept, allowing the blond to rub his back soothingly. Lips brushed soft kisses over his forehead and against his wet cheeks.

  “You deserve someone better than me,” the warlock murmured, hating how true tho
se words were and how little they tempered the ache in his heart which longed for the prince.

  “I don’t. I want you. I love you, Ash,” Voski whispered, and their lips met once more.

  Shadows swept around them, and tumbling through a portal back into Ash’s apartment, they clung to one another. Voski pushed the warlock’s jacket from his shoulders as clever fingers undid his belt. Brushing beneath the hem of the prince shirt, Ash groaned - gutteral and aching - at the scuplted musculature of the fae’s abdomen. His eight pack begged to be tasted, and shoving the shirt up, he collapsed to his knees, licking his way across them, tracing their outline with his tongue.

  “Nhnn, Ash, I can’t - I’m not going to last, I need - fuck,” Voski rocked forward when Ash slid down, sucking at the bulge in the fae’s jeans. Unbuttoning them, Ash glanced up. His eyelashes fluttered - long and dark against his cheeks as he unzipped the fly and shoved them down to nuzzle against the prince’s cock. Only a thin bit of clothe - only Voski’s boxer separated them, and as he mouthed against the thick length, the fae’s glamor shattered. “Fuck, Ash, I want to come - nhnn - want to come inside you.”

  Stretched and ready, the warlock’s ass clenched at the words, but his mouth watered at the sight as he uncoverd the heavy, uncut length of the blond’s long cock. “Want to taste you first.”

  “Wait, Ash, I won’t -” Voski’s words fell away in a sharp cry as the warlock swallowed him down to the hilt. “Oh gods!”

  A talent for deepthroating always made the men who Ash brought to his bed wild, but he had never taken anyone bare. There was no latex between them. The salt-sweet musky taste of Voski’s skin shot straight to Ash’s cock and ass. Rocking forward, he bobbed up and down as his fingers wrapped around the other’s hips, keeping the fae in place as he worshiped the thick cock between the prince’s muscular thighs.

  Voski knotted his fingers in Ash’s hair, dragging his nails across the warlock’s scalp as he struggled to not come. Wet heat encased his cock. Half-lidded golden eyes met green. He seemed almost drunk on the taste of the prince’s manhood as he swallowed him. His throat convulsed. A possessive heat rose inside the fae’s chest, urging him to press the warlock down and feel the way the shorter man’s throat bulged with his cock. Already, Voski dreamed of their next time. The way he wanted to see Ash spread out beneath him, wanton and glorious.

  Dragging the warlock off his cock, Voski moaned as Ash licked his lips. They were so swollen. Beautiful and red, and painting them with his seed tempted the prince, but he needed to claim the man before him. Ached to push him down and thrust into the tight heat of his body until the warlock understood how true Voski’s words and his sentiments had been. His love overwhelmed him. On his knees, Ash arched, rocking his hips up with a smirk as the fae’s eyes dropped to the bulge in his leather pants.

  “These are getting kind of tight. Think we can move this along?” the multi-colored haired man drawled.

  Voski pulled him to his feet, tugging his shirt up to reveal the flat stomach and hairless chest. Smooth and beautiful skin begged to be marked. Knotting Ash’s arms above his head, the prince walked him to the nearest wall, rocking his bare cock against the smooth leather covering the warlock’s bulge. His mouth descended upon Ash’s neck. Biting and licking - marking the delicate column of the slim man’s throat. He ached. Desperation coiled tighter and tighter in the fae’s belly until he couldn’t bear any barrier between them.

  “Voski,” Ash moaned.

  He struggled, writhing as his fingers twitched. Magic tugged and twisted in the air. The taste of it settled sweet upon Voski’s tongue as his own rose to meet it. Tossing his shirt, Ash cursed, wrapping his arms around the prince’s neck.

  When their lips met, Voski groaned. His fingers slipped down. The round globes of the warlock’s ass filled his hands. He wanted to sink inside.

  Biting Ash’s lower lip, Voski lifted the shorter man off his feet, pinning him against the wall as those long legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him closer. Their entwined magic filled the air. He carried his love to where he ha been staying. Though the bed in the guest room was smaller than the one he had seen in Ash’s own room, he ached to see the warlock pressed into sheets which heavily carried his scent. Arousal - sharp and sweet filled his nose.

  Climbing onto the bed, the two parted, tearing at their own pants. Voski’s trousers and boxers found themselves tossed into a far corner of the room, and his green eyes watched the slow glide of leather which revealed that the warlock had worn nothing beneath his own trousers.

  “Gods, Ash,” Voski moaned. “I want - seven hells, I need to be inside of you.”

  Leather flew, and Ash spread his legs, laying back and writhing on the sheets as if to both spread his scent on them and to mark his body with the thick fragrance of the fae which laid upon them. “Then get inside me.”

  Though tempted to pounce, Voski crawled up the bed slowly. His eyes honed on the warlock. A predator - strong and virile as he approached his chosen mate. Pinned in place by the fae’s heated gaze, Ash panted, barely able to swallow as his heart raced inside his chest.

  “You are beautiful,” the fae whispered, kissing his way up from the warlock’s delicate ankle to the softness of his inner thigh. “I adore you - love you.”

  Moaning, Ash reached for him, dragging the man up to kiss him. “Then fuck me.”

  “Make love to you,” the fae teased.

  But the warlock pushed, wishing for the prince to move faster, so despite the desire to spend hours simply tasting and worshiping every inch of the other man’s body, Voski aligned his cock with the already slick entrance. When the head of his cock pressed inside, both moaned.

  “How are you this tight?”

  Ash blushed, biting his lip as his eyes slid shut. “You’re just stupidly big.”

  “Good big?” Voski asked, sliding further inside until half his massive cock vanished inside his lover’s body.

  As he withdrew and glided forward once more - sinking deeper and deeper into the warlock’s body, Ash groaned, “The best kind of big.”

  Voski preened, guiding the warlock’s legs wider as he sunk in up to the hilt. He ached to move. To rut in the tight heat of Ash’s body until the man forgot his own name, but he held back, waiting for the warlock to become accustomed to the sheer size of him. His green eyes traced over Ash’s body from the bright color of his dyed hair to the flush of his hard cock and the way his flat belly bulged, curving to show the shadow of the fae’s cock.

  “Oh fuck - fuck - fuck,” Ash hissed. The long clever fingers of one hand traced down to settle over where Voski’s cock laid inside him. He moaned, grinding back. “Fucking rearranging my insides. Going to be you-shaped inside.”

  Voski purred as he ran his hands up and down the warlock’s sides. “Good.”

  Their eyes met, and ducking down to steal Ash’s lips in a kiss, Voski moved. Slow at first, his hips retreated, dragging his throbbing manhood out along the sensitive walls of the warlock’s heated channel. Each thrust inside, pushed Ash up the bed, but the warlock clung to the prince, clawing at his shoulders and wrapping his long legs around the fae’s waist. Back and forth, they shifted together. Heat churned, rising hotter and hotter between them as they moved together.

  Already so close to tipping over the edge, Voski came quickly, slamming and grinding deep as he flooded the warlock’s body with his thick seed. As he spurted, marking his love from within, the fae took Ash’s arousal in hand, jerking in fast strokes. In three smooth jerks, Ash came. His cum spurted, covering both their stomachs as both men moaned.

  It wasn’t enough. Soft as their couple had been - exactly what Voski wanted for his first time with the man he loved - a beast awoke within him. He needed more. The world needed to know - needed to be able to see the way Ash yielded so beautifully beneath him. Their scents joined, thick with the spoils of their release spilled between them. Ash’s seed covered both their stomachs, and Voski’s own dribbled out of the tight furl o
f the warlock’s hole, but each drip that escaped needed to be pushed back inside, so catching the escaping globs of cum, Voski pressed them back inside, pushing within his lover once more as his cock hardened - though it had barely gotten soft at all even after he had pulled back - had let it slip free despite the way he ached to never leave the soft warm clench of the other man’s body.

  “Ash…”

  Unspoken, the question hung in the air between them. Tension rising though Ash’s cock twitched, and with surprising grace, the warlock rolled onto his stomach. His hips remained high - ass presented as he sunk down, arching his spine to show off the curves of his backside and that soft pink hole which seemed to wink, begging to be touched as Ash pressed his face into the mattress.

  Voski needed no further invitation. Shoving his throbbing member into the slight, wet heat of his lover’s body, he fucked fast and quick, watching his own cum bubble up with the long drives of his cock which popped in and out of the warlock’s body. Ash didn’t stay soft for long. His cock filled, bouncing heavy between his thighs with each forceful thrust. Broken moans spilled from those beautiful lips, muffled by the sheets which Ash clawed. His eyelashes - long and dark - fluttered. Every gasp led to a clench of his ass, sucking Voski somehow deeper.

  Poured over the warlock’s back like melted sugar - heavy and hot, the prince pinned him in place, grinding as if he were a beast capable of locking inside the tight heat of his mate with knot or barb, but only his will held him in place. Only desperation turned his rutting shallow. When his hands stretched, winding above the other man’s head and tracing the length of the warlock’s own, he took the man’s hands in his owns out of a mad need to hide him from the world, and in this madness, he dug his teeth into the smooth skin at the back of Ash’s neck. First, just to mark and tease, but at the sharp cry as his lover came, he sunk his teeth through skin, spiraling higher off the shrieks and wails of pleasure as the tight heat around his cock milked him with each desperate, tiny thrust backward as Ash tried to push back tighter to the fae’s body.