Rohan ran a hand through Jamil’s hair absentmindedly. “I still can’t believe that bill passed.”
“The timing is definitely strange,” Jamil agreed. “But it’s a good sign, isn’t it? It means the Council might react more favorably to Tai’Lehrians than we thought.”
“Maybe. But not necessarily. There’s something off about the whole thing. Knowing the Council and High Hronthar, that bill should have never passed. Someone powerful must have pushed hard for it.”
“Yes, Lady Zeyneb, the mother of your friend Warrehn’s betrothed. She wants the bond broken so that her son can marry some other planet’s King. By the way, I thought you said Prince Warrehn doesn’t have a bond anymore. How come his betrothed still does?”
“We couldn’t completely remove Warrehn’s bond, because we didn’t want him declared dead. As long as he is considered missing, Dalatteya has a legal battle to fight. So we left a thin thread tying Warrehn to his former bondmate. It’s barely there and it doesn’t hamper his telepathy at all. That surgery is still considered the most complicated mental surgery performed by our mind healers to date.”
Jamil hummed absentmindedly, tugging Rohan’s cravat off. He buried his nose against Rohan’s throat. “I missed you,” he whispered, nibbling on the sensitive spot there.
Rohan licked his dry lips, his mind fogging with desire so fast he felt nearly dizzy. “Me, too, love.”
Jamil laughed against his neck. “It’s been what, three hours? This is ridiculous. We’re ridiculous.”
‘Ridiculous’ wouldn’t be the word Rohan would choose, but yeah.
What are you doing, Rohan? a voice that sounded a lot like his father’s said at the back of his mind.
Closing his eyes, Rohan pulled Jamil tighter against him and kissed him hungrily.
I have no fucking idea.
It was his last coherent thought for a long while.
He knew he was being selfish and reckless, but Rohan couldn’t bring himself to care as he went down on Jamil right there, sucking his cock lazily. He’d come to love the thickness and weight of it in his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks out and sucked gently while his tongue swirled around the leaking head. He loved this, loved how wet Jamil got for him—but not as much as he loved eating him out. So Rohan turned him around and pulled his pants down, exposing Jamil’s gorgeous ass to his hungry eyes, marveling at the soft, supple flesh, unable to resist the urge to kiss it.
“No,” Jamil managed. “Rohan, not now. I told Seyn to meet me in my office—” He whimpered as Rohan pushed his tongue between his cheeks.
“Then hurry up, sweetheart,” Rohan told him, licking his hole and kneading his cheeks greedily. “We can’t have your little brother finding out how naughty you really are, can we?”
“I can’t, Rohan,” Jamil moaned, his voice shaking. “Not enough time.”
“You can,” Rohan told him firmly, pushing his tongue against his hole. “You will. Reach back and spread your cheeks for me, love. You know you want to.”
“Anyone can come here.”
“So what?”
Rohan almost smiled as Jamil’s arousal spiked. His prim, proper prince was actually delightfully naughty, deep down.
So he wasn’t surprised when Jamil grabbed his own buttocks, spreading them for Rohan shamelessly. “Please.”
Fuck, nothing turned him on more than the sight of Jamil holding his ass arched out, begging to be fucked.
Humming appreciatively, Rohan pushed his tongue inside the tight ring of muscle and began thrusting as deeply as he could, over and over, until Jamil was gasping, whimpering, and pushing back against his tongue, trying to get it deeper. Rohan lost himself in Jamil’s pleasure, feeling how badly Jamil needed this, needed his tongue, needed his cock—anything to fill his needy hole. Rohan’s jaw was aching already, but he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t be able to stop even if someone put a blaster to his head. Just a little more, just a little bit more—
Jamil came with a sob, crying out Rohan’s name, his pleasure hitting them in a white-hot wave and making Rohan come in his pants like a teenager.
Afterward, they laughed together as they tried to make Jamil look presentable for his meeting with Prince Seyn.
“This is all your fault,” Jamil said, still giggling as he pushed Rohan’s hands away from him. “How do I look?”
Rohan stared at his lovely, flushed face, his disheveled hair and puffy, red lips. He could only hope Prince Seyn was as self-centered as the rumors said and wouldn’t notice anything.
“Perfect,” he said honestly, stealing one last kiss.
Jamil was still smiling as he left the room.
Chapter 22
Twenty-four days later, Sirri commed Rohan. “We have a situation,” she said, sounding uncharacteristically hesitant.
Rohan grimaced and put his sleeping daughter into her crib. “What did you do?”
Immediately, Sirri went on the offensive. “It’s your own fault! You should have been here instead of doing who knows what! Where are you?”
Rohan sighed and repeated, “What did you do, Sirri?”