Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL] Chapter 308: Let It Beat... Baby, Breathe [2]

[TAMIKO]

"Whatever happens, I know you won’t stop loving , so let go, krushka. That control you are holding onto so much, let it go. Let it go and do whatever you want with ... However, you want," Kosta whispered as he bit his lips again, this ti, staring right into Tamiko’s eyes.

He knew what he was doing, he knew that the thin thread was so close to snapping, and Kosta wanted it to snap. He wanted it to be gone so he would have his chance with his Erasthai.

He didn’t want to be so alone anymore. He didn’t want his Erasthai walking on eggshells around him.

"Mark again. Make yours in every way... breed if you must," Kosta said lowly.

That was all it took for the door to the prince’s chambers to snap shut, and for the young prince to grab his Erasthai and flip him onto their bed, so Kosta was laying on his back, facing Tamiko.

Even then, Tamiko didn’t let go of the oga’s neck. He was holding onto it, tightly and he watched as his oga licked his lips, like this was what he had been waiting for. In truth, he loved seeing Kosta like that, under him, desperate for him.

It was almost an addiction, but then again, the past few days hadn’t exactly been kind to them.

Maybe that was why Kosta wanted this. For them to foster trust afresh. For thee to be on the sa page again. For them to be out there for everyone to understand that they were never leaving each other’s side.

"You..." Tamiko began and Kosta stared at him with a smirk on his face.

"Harder," Kosta breathed even though it was turning blue.

"Kaito," he added.

Tamiko stilled.

He had never thought that he would get to this point with his Kosta.

Usually, he was always soft and tender about the ga, but since Kosta had let everyone know that he was an oga, it was like the Lycan chief had a side that even his Erasthai hadn’t seen yet.

To say that this change was intoxicating would be an understatent.

It was the best thing that had happened to the both of them and between Tamiko’s self-control and Kosta’s desires, Tamiko knew he was a goner the mont the oga let his guard down and batted his eyelashes at him.

He should have known that it would end like this, but he went downward to see where the strains were. He had wanted to explore in so many ways. And now here they were... With the oga sprawled under him, looking at him like he was the predator that the oga wanted.

It was so otherworldly and that was the only way that Tamiko would describe the pretty oga beneath him.

Even Kosta’s breath seed to have an effect on him. But that single word had thrown off all the control Tamiko had out the window and probably out of the kingdom too, because he may have stilled but he was growling slowly.

His growls had gotten Kosta breathless, and his cheeks red, not to ntion his face had gotten so sweaty like the oga was about to explode. Perhaps he would. It was his na, and he had heard it several tis from his father and his uncle.

However, hearing it from Kosta had an effect on him that he had anticipated. It was like a calling that he couldn’t refuse no matter what he did. And it was hooked to his sanity, which was slowly fading away.

Whatever Tamiko was right now, was a ss.

A ss that Kosta had gladly triggered and one that Kosta didn’t mind going at again.

"Kosta..." Tamiko said, his voice low and husky, yet filled with warning.

"I know you want ... I can see it in your eyes," Kosta said as he lifted his head toward Tamiko’s still form.

He could feel Tamiko’s breath hovering over his lips and honestly, he didn’t want to resist and wait for anything, so he leaned in, closing the distance between them just for a mont, leaving a peck before he pulled back and rested his head against the pillow on the bed.

He knew that this was sothing Tamiko needed to do, and he had given him whatever he needed. The prince was carried till trying to fight his control. Nonetheless, what was the point when it had all been lost before?

He didn’t even need to fight it anymore.

What was there to fight anyway?

"I love you," Tamiko whispered before he grabbed Kosta by the neck and pulled him close. Gently slamming their lips together, Tamiko kissed Kosta with an intensity that spoke volus, however unrushed and fervent.

He kissed the pretty oga like this was all he had wanted to do his entire life like the taste of caral from this particular oga was his breath of life. The soft sighs that escaped as they kissed and explored each other’s tongues were a reminder that they wanted more.

Kosta let his hands slide into Tamiko’s silky hair, pulling the prince closer like he didn’t want any more distance between them. They had been distant at night and right now, Kosta was determined to make sure there wasn’t as much space between them as before.

Tamiko didn’t fight Kosta.

He let himself surrender to the kiss as their mouths danced in a slow and sensual rhythm. And without breaks in their kiss, Tamiko stripped Kosta bare, smiling into the kiss as Kosta occasionally arched himself letting the prince take off every fiber of clothing that was on him.

It was an intoxicating mont, as the pheromones the prince released mixed with the oga’s sweet caral scent, amplifying their desire for each other.

Kosta was happy.

His wildest dream was happening right now and he couldn’t have asked for more even as Tamiko pulled back, to stare at the ss he had created. The oga was perfect, and Tamiko knew there and then that he would never get sick of Kosta.

Rut or not.

Perhaps this was the one thing that he would forever be thankful to the moon goddess for, right?

"You’re pretty, oga. So fucking pretty," Tamiko said and Kosta let out a whiny moan, rocking into the clothed prince, desperate for more skin-to-skin contact. It was a raw need for the oga and the prince wouldn’t deny it.

"Yours," Kosta said determinedly, making Tamiko smirk at him.

"Mine. Always," Tamiko said, pecking Kosta’s lips one more ti, making the oga stifle his moans and groans.

"Are you... shy now?" Tamiko teased as he watched Kosta try to hide his flushed face away from him. It was interesting that the oga even tried to hide from him, when he belonged to him. Just Tamiko’s and no one else’s.

Tamiko reached his hand towards the oga’s face, drawing circles on the lips of Kosta as biting hard. He gently pulled them from under his teeth, before letting his tongue run across them as he tasted his oga again.

"Don’t you hide from , my precious oga... You’re so beautiful, so so pretty," Tamiko praised as he looked at Kosta properly.

He ran his eyes over the oga beneath him, as he took in every nook and cranny, every ounce of skin that he could see and he loved it.

He loved him.

His oga.

His Konstantin.

"Mine," Tamiko said, more of himself than to Kosta who was staring at him helplessly.