Chapter 16

Chapter

Sixteen

PRINCE

I've never felt this tender—like I'm about to laugh, cry, or maybe both at once.

But I can't hold back what I feel. With each breath we share, each kiss I press against my Beauty's lips, another crack in my heart mends. I'm deep inside my boy—and this time, I get to spend every second looking deep into his eyes.

And what I find there…

It doesn't just make my cock hard, although I am harder than I've ever been as I surge into him. No, the look on his face makes the walls around my heart soften and crumble away. At last, I'm giving in to the moment. I'm giving him everything I have.

And he wants it all.

Beauty has long since gotten hard again. I've got his wrists above his head to make him hold out so it feels better for him… and so we can make this last a little longer. But he's whimpering and squirming under me. He's clenching tightly around me with every stroke, and I can't deny him much longer.

As for me… I'm only hanging on by a thread.

Just having his eyes on mine as my Beauty embraces everything I give him, knowing that my desire is lighting him up… every moan I give is a confession that Beauty welcomes. He gathers them up like precious gems, and I get to watch this beautiful piece of his soul light up like never before.

I can't believe he gave me another chance. He saw the truth, and he forgave me—and forgiving him was the easiest thing I've ever done.

We've both learned our lesson. And that really is a fairytale come true.

I'm falling for him… or I already have. I don't know, but it doesn't matter, because every chapter of my fairytale yet to come is about my boy, my Briar, my one and only Beauty.

"Fuck," Beauty groans, rolling his head back as I drag the tip of my tongue along his throat. One kiss at a time, I work my way to his lips, and then I kiss him until he can hardly breathe.

I can tell how close he is. It's written all over his face. And I don't think I'm even going to need to touch him.

"P-Prince," Beauty whispers, his eyes flying open as he finally realizes the same thing. "I—I'm—ohhhh, fuck!"

"Yes," I growl against his lips, nipping the lower lip and swiping my tongue along it like the possessive prince he's always dreamed of. "Give me your pleasure. Cum for me, Beauty. Show me how much you love to be mine."

"Yours," Beauty echoes in a whimper. "And—and mine. My Prince."

I finally let go of his wrists, and he wraps his arms around my back, clinging on as tight as he can.

"Your Prince," I promise, cupping his cheeks. "Always. I'll be here whenever you want." Then I grin, because I know exactly what will get him over the edge he's so desperately clinging onto. I lean down to kiss behind his ear, and then I breathe out, "And whenever I want."

Briar throws his head back and whimpers in a tone that makes me see stars. Or maybe that's the way he's clenching around my surging cock, his body tightening in uncontrollable little shivers as his climax slams into us both.

"Mmmmnh…!" Beauty cries out, and watching it on his face, I can't hold back either.

"Beauty," I gasp roughly. "I'm gonna?—"

"Cum in me," Beauty whimpers. "Make me yours. Please please please make me—ohhh fuuuck…!"

Together, we tumble over the edge into the blackness, until I don't know where his pleasure ends and mine begins. Our bodies are entwined too tightly to possibly tell, and I don't think it matters, anyway.

His pleasure is mine… today, and every day from now on.

All I can think about is my Beauty. His taste on my lips, his body wrapped around mine, his scent, the feeling of his skin—everything is Beauty, and everything is more beautiful than I could have imagined.

"Fuck," I breathe out hoarsely as I finally collapse next to him. My head is spinning, and sweat is dripping down my forehead, but I can't stand to be apart from his body heat. I pull him in as tightly as I can, holding him until I come to my senses enough to clean him up.

All I've got nearby is tissues, but I don't want to stop touching him for long enough to get a cloth. Not yet, anyway. Not tonight.

"S'that good?" Beauty murmurs as I settle on my side next to him, pulling him into my chest once more.

"Hm?"

"This. It's good…?"

I think that's a question and not a statement. "For me?"

Beauty giggles. "No. For the other prince who fucked me into next week. Yes, you."

I can't help a laugh. I didn't think he even had words left in him, let alone this much sass, but my Beauty just keeps on surprising me. "Better than good. It's what I've been fighting for… waiting for… all this time."

"To know and be known."

Was that Beauty murmuring in my ear, or my own thoughts? No, it was him. He's peeking at me through his lashes with a contented little smile on his lips.

"Yeah," I whisper, my throat suddenly tight and my voice thick. "To know and be known."

"Come here," Beauty murmurs, and I blink at him.

"I am—" I cut myself off and yelp as Beauty wraps every one of his limbs around me and holds on tight. "Okay, I wasn't that close."

"I want you this close," Beauty murmurs, his face pressed tightly against my chest—and I swear my heart melts into a puddle, right there in my chest.

He's so shy about what he wants, but he's always wanted me. Even from the first moment we met.

It takes a little wriggling before I can get my hand over to the light switch and turn out the lights for us both. But it's worth the work, because having Beauty need me so much makes me… well, I have to clear my throat a few times to stop the wetness in the corners of my eyes.

Outside my bedroom window, dawn is breaking.

"I guess you've made an honest Prince out of me," I breathe out.

"Mmm?"

"It takes a real beauty to turn a wicked fairy into a handsome prince," I murmur, tugging the covers up around both of us.

"Mmm." Beauty shifts a little bit, sticking his nose into my collarbone. "You're going to have to stop that."

It still takes me aback, the way he's already learning to tell me what he wants. "Stop… what?"

"Repeating the stories they tell you." Beauty yawns. "Sure, you're a fairy. But you aren't a wicked one. You're just afraid to let people see all the magic you've got. All the love you give people. On the dance floor and in my bedroom… and everywhere, I bet."

God. I really don't get to hide behind a mask with this one. "Yeah," I breathe out at last. "I guess I am."

"I saw it tonight. You took off the mask with me, and then you were fucking radiant." Beauty yawns again, rubbing his cheek against my chest as I stroke my hand gently through his soft curls. "I'm not the only beauty in the room, Daddy."

I can't quite come up with an answer to that. I just roll my head to the side against the pillow to gaze out the window at the slow break of morning's light.

But I think he's right. I have a lot that I've never given… a lot that I thought the world didn't want. But I don't have to hide any of my desires—Briar can stretch to fit them all.

And that's not just a euphemism.

When he looks at me, I think he sees someone I haven't yet met… the Prince I was always supposed to be. And just like I'm going to be the Daddy he needs to grow into the man he's meant to be…

I think he's holding on tight to that version of me, until I can see him in the mirror for myself.

And isn't that a little bit magic right there?

"Thank you," I whisper at last, but Beauty's breaths are finally slow, deep, and even. I think he's already drifting to sleep, and it won't be long before I follow suit.

Beauty isn't just the happily-ever-after I always wanted—he's my new beginning.