A Royal Rebellion by Revella Hawthorne Page A

the inside. His chute clenched and grew slicker, aching deeper, and further in he could feel the firm, almost solid-seeming weight in his womb.
    Edward tossed the towel, staring at him. “Take off your clothes, Percy.”
    He obeyed, scrambling to remove his clothing as fast as he could. He got caught up in his pants and socks, whimpering with frustration. Edward was watching, still as a statue, eyes burning, their dark flames making Percy nearly frantic with need.
     
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    Edward
     
    Percy’s need was sudden, even for him. His lovely little mate was always willing, and so highly responsive that Edward took care not to do anything that would excite Percy in public. Yet lately, in the last week or so, Percy’s need for sex was explosive.
    Percy took off his clothes so fast Edward was sure he tore some seams, and he was kneeling on the bed, his slim, sexy cock hard and throbbing. Pointing up at his bellybutton, Percy’s cock was flushed red, his delicious sac pulled in tight, and Edward gestured with his hand, silently asking for Percy to turn around. Percy mewled in need, but obeyed, turning on his knees until Edward could see his pert, firm ass. A look was all he needed to determine that Percy was highly aroused, his natural slick gleaming wet between those luscious cheeks and his rear clenching as his internal muscles prepared for penetration.
    Edward went rock hard. So fast his head spun for a second. It didn’t matter they were on the run. It didn’t matter that Reynard was probably right outside the door, guarding their lives and able to hear everything about to happen in here. All that mattered was getting inside his delectable mate, and fucking him until he screamed Edward’s name.
    Percy gave a soft, breathy cry, full of ache and need. Edward’s cock strained against the zipper of his trousers, and he reached down, unbuttoning them, releasing his shaft and peeling back his boxer briefs. Percy’s eyes went to the sight of his freed flesh, and if ice could burn, his glacial blue orbs set Edward on fire. His sexy little mate, skin flushed, breathing ragged, went to his hands, ass high in the air, and all but melted in the mattress. Ass up, shoulders down, Percy presented the most delightful picture, and any restraint Edward had evaporated.
    “Saint’s blood, Percy,” Edward sighed, walking to the bed, hands going to Percy’s hips, pulling him to the edge. His hands spanned Percy’s lithe waist, leanly muscled and elegantly proportioned. His skin was pure and unblemished, unmarred by the harsh reality of natural and random conception and birth. The slope of his spine, the slight curve of his hips, the sleek muscles on his shoulders, all of Percy was designed with perfection in mind.
    Edward worshipped that perfection. Eyes tracing over every inch of Percy he could see, his hands following in the path of his gaze, skin humming with desire, Edward beat back his baser instincts, remembering that while Percy was built for sex, and relished in the rougher side of things, his beautiful mate was bearing his child. No matter how badly he wanted to mount and rut away mindlessly, he would cherish and protect his mate and babe.
    “Please, Edward,” Percy begged him, voice quiet, soft, his hips lifting to push into his hands. “I need you.”
    “Settle,” Edward instructed him, holding Percy still. Edward lowered his trousers and underwear out of the way, and stepped closer. He guided his cock to Percy’s slicked crease, rubbing the flared head in the musky and sweet fluid, both of their breathing patterns hitching in reaction as he pressed to Percy’s willing hole. “Do you want me inside you, my mate?”
    “Yee-s-s-ss,” Percy tried to say, fingers digging into the blankets, and Edward held him still when he attempted to push back and impale himself on Edward’s cock.
    “Anything for you,” Edward promised, and pushed in. Percy gave a small, aborted cry, his breath failing as Edward sank to the hilt.
    So