28. Chapter 28

Chapter twenty-eight

T his guy looks so young. He is sitting behind the desk of a budget hotel, so he has to be an adult, even though he doesn’t look it. I guess I’m getting old. And isn’t that a depressing thought.

“How much for a room?” I ask.

He taps on his computer for a moment. “Our walk-up rate is sixty pounds tonight.”

I slide the crisp fifty pound note onto the white plastic coated desk. “How does fifty sound?”

The young man looks at the cash and then at me. He shakes his head in an overly exaggerated manner.

“Dude!” he exclaims. “I don’t own this place. It’s not my decision. I’m just a corporate wage slave.”

I look at him, he looks at me. I don’t think he is being annoying on purpose. I think he genuinely doesn’t have the authority to lower the price. Which is fair enough. Except, that fifty is all the money I have. It’s so frustrating. I have a few thousand in my bank account, but with no card or ID, there is absolutely no way to access it.

Mabon steps up to the desk. The receptionist’s attention flicks to him.

“Do you want nudes?” Mabon asks brightly.

Oh for fuck’s sake. I grab Mabon, pull him to me, and cover his mouth with my hand.

“Sorry about him. He is German,” I babble helplessly as my heart races.

The receptionist grins. “No worries.”

Then he runs a calculating gaze over Mabon. “My mate does Only Fans. He makes a killing. You should think about it, you wouldn’t have to bum in shit holes like this.”

“Thanks,” I say weakly. I think it is time to get out of here and try somewhere else. Not that there seems to be a lot of choices in this small town.

“You almost look fey.”

My blood runs cold. My heart stops beating and my lungs stutter to a stop.

“You’d make a killing.”

I blink. Several times. Mabon squirms in my arms, but I don’t release him.

“Is that a thing?” I hear myself say.

I don’t know why I am surprised. While I have been trying to fight the fey and liberate humans, other humans have been having dirty fantasies about them. It tracks. Humans are horny fuckers. There is no point in being disappointed about it.

The guy snorts. “Fey porn? Hell yeah, it’s a thing. Where the hell have you been?”

“Not chronically online,” I bristle.

“Your loss,” he shrugs.

I watch in confusion as he reaches into his pocket, pulls out his wallet, takes out a ten and places it on top of the fifty.

“My mate would be up for a collab?”

Weakly, I release Mabon. I have a horrible, sinking feeling about where this is heading.

“What’s a collab?” Mabon asks with keen interest.

“It means taking nudes together in one of the back rooms of this dump while this charming young man gets a cut,” I explain tiredly. I feel a headache coming on.

The receptionist grins at me with absolutely no shame at all.

Mabon squeals in delight. “Sounds fun!”

I groan.

“Is your friend handsome?” Mabon asks.

“He’s pretty,” says the man as he hands Mabon his phone.

Mabon takes it and starts scrolling happily. The receptionist turns to me.

“You’re hot too. You guys look good together.”

“No!” I spit through gritted teeth.

He holds his hands up. “Just a suggestion, man.”

Mabon shrieks in appreciation as he stares down at the phone in his hands. “Oh! Humans really are inventive.”

My eyes lock with the receptionist. “He’s…”

“German?” says the receptionist.

“Getting in character,” I say.

The man just smiles and turns his attention back to Mabon. I don’t think he cares. All he can see is an opportunity to make money. Nothing else matters.

“So, do we have a deal?” he drawls.

Mabon’s head snaps up. An evil gleam lights up his eyes and a sly grin spreads across his face.

“Yes, a deal.”

Holy fuck. Now I don’t know who to be worried about. I know I can’t stop it, I’m not foolish enough to believe Mabon is going to pay any heed to my objections. So this is happening. Whether I like it or not. Whatever the outcome may be.

How the hell has my life come to this?

I ’ve been glaring at this stupid door for hours. Mabon is on the other side of it, doing who knows what. I was invited to watch, but I wasn’t going to torture myself like that. Yet, I can’t walk away and wait in our room. That’s also impossible. So I’m stuck here. In this hellish limbo.

At least this way, I’ll be able to hear if anything goes wrong and I can burst through that door in seconds. At some point while I have been waiting, any concern I had for the humans has utterly vanished. Now all I care about is Mabon’s well-being.

Another agonising ten minutes stretches by and then suddenly the door opens. Mabon strides out with his clothes on and a soft smile on his face. He looks happy.

He hands me a roll of notes. I know the agreed price was five hundred pounds. I stare at it in horror as it seems to ooze condemnation in my palm. Mabon continues calmly walking past me and towards our room. My feet blindly follow him.

I’m a pimp. A disgusting, moral avoidant, filthy pimp. It doesn’t matter that Mabon thinks it is fun. It doesn’t matter that he wanted to. It doesn’t matter that the money will get him safely home. I’m still a pimp. The whys and the wherefores are irrelevant. The facts speak for themselves.

We reach our room. The door shuts behind us. Mabon yawns and stretches. I look up and I’m greeted by the sight of his purple hair. His back is to me, but he has clearly returned to his fey form. Something about that makes me extraordinarily happy.

It takes me a moment to realise that he is taking his clothes off. Again. I hastily avert my eyes.

I hear the bed creak and then a soft sigh. I look up before I can stop myself. Mabon is lying on his stomach on top of the covers. My sight is consumed by his perk and peachy ass. Such perfect globes of goodness. My eyes could feast on them for hours.

“I’m horny. Fuck me,” he orders.

Right on command, my cock swells.

“It’s late. Aren’t you tired?” I ask through my surprise. I assumed he’d never want me again. Not after what I did to him. People don’t usually want to fuck their betrayers.

“Yes. That’s why I need your cock. I can’t sleep without several orgasms.”

Several? My mind splutters on that. It tries to fixate on it, but I gamely push through.

“Mabon,” I say through gritted teeth. “We are on the run. Our lives are in danger.”

I tricked and betrayed you. I’m the whole reason you are in this mess. I shake my head angrily to clear it. My mind is being a bitch tonight.

Mabon makes a dismissive noise. “I’m a prince. I’m always being hunted. Someone is always trying to destroy me. Doesn’t mean I should starve myself.”

My heart tries to beat and twist at the same time. I rub at my chest. I hate everything about Mabon’s flippant description of his unfair life. He doesn’t deserve that. He didn’t ask to be born a prince. He didn’t ask for me to make everything worse and then pimp him out.

His beautiful body glimmers before me. Enticing. Alluring. Causing arousal to flood my veins. There are a thousand reasons why I shouldn’t, but right now, at this moment, not one of them seems important.

“Put your bloody clothes back on!” I snap in a last-ditch attempt to save myself.

“No! They are hideous.”

He stretches out on the bed, showing off his long lean lines. He lifts up his hips a little. It derails my mind. My thoughts spill, tumble and crash. They burst into flames. The only thought that remains is how much I want him.

“I’m not your pet anymore,” I say hoarsely.

“Whatever.”

My hands clench into fists. I’ll never get used to simultaneously wanting someone with a desire that burns whilst also longing to throttle the life out of them.

“Fuck me so hard that every last thought falls out of my mind and all I am is yours,” he says.

A strange gurgling whine fills the room. It’s mine. That noise came from me. My cock is straining now. The world shrinking. My awareness is falling. Mabon is asking me to fuck him. I know what the answer should be. It should be no. But I don’t think that is what’s going to happen.

“Hurry up!” he huffs. “Or I’ll get Jack to do it.”

Jack? The receptionist? The infuriatingly young, smug and annoying little git? Oh hell no. Over my dead body. That is not going to happen. Ever.

My clothes are coming off my body at lightning speed. Things are going to rip and I couldn’t care less. This is the fastest I’ve ever undressed in my life, and it is still taking far too long.

Finally, it’s done. I leap onto the bed and cover Mabon’s body with my own. His skin is soft and slightly cool against my heated flesh. He makes a noise of appreciation and lifts his ass up to grind against my cock. I groan as fireworks explode in my mind.

“Don’t I need to prep you or something?”

Mabon whines in frustration. “I’m not a weak human. Get your cock inside me now! I want it!”

“Yes, Your Highness,” I growl.

I slide my cock along his crack until I find his hole. He is closed up tight. Very tight. But I trust he knows his body better than I do. I give a gentle push. He gasps, and sure enough, he slowly opens up for me. I push harder and he spreads his legs wider. His soft flesh yields to me and I’m sinking into him. His body is submitting to mine. Allowing me entry.

It’s hard work, but quite possibly the hottest thing I have ever experienced.

“More!” he demands.

I push harder and suddenly I slip all the way in. He cries out, a guttural primal cry of surrender that is music to my ears. Sensation floods me. His body fully opened up for me. I’ve popped past his tight ring of muscle and given him all of me. He is tight and hot and being inside him feels like home.

“Fuck me!” he whines as his hands clench in the sheets.

He is such a demanding bastard. I have a good mind to deny him, to take things at my own pace. But my hips have other ideas. They snap. They rise up and slam back down.

Mabon makes a noise of pure joy. My cock stiffens even more in response.

“Again!”

I do it again. And again. Until he is wailing.

“Harder!” he commands.

I oblige.

“Faster!” he pants.

Such a bossy little prince. I like it. But I think he needs to be put in his place. I grab a fistful of his silky hair and pull hard while I thrust into him fast and deep.

His noises turn sweet. His muscles soften like jelly. Now he is drooling onto the pillow, eyes rolled back. All pliant and whimpering. Taking my cock and not giving any demands.

My heart beats faster. Lust is burning through me like fire. This feels like euphoria and conquest.

“I’ve finally figured out how to shut you up, Your Highness,” I growl.

He keens. He spasms. He clenches oh so tightly around my cock as an orgasm consumes his body. But he said he wanted several, so I keep pumping relentlessly into him.

I don’t know what has come over me. I don’t know what has awakened this dark, beastly facet of my nature. But Mabon is clearly loving it. And so am I. And right now, that is the one and only thing that matters. It’s the only thing I care about.

Mabon’s pleasure and my own. The rest of the world can burn.