Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL] Chapter 496: Don’t Hold Back… Light Me Up Again [4]

[TAMIKO]

When Kosta had run into Tamiko in the Reynard lands years ago, it was the first ti his heart had truly leaped in his chest. The first ti that his oga willingly ca to the surface for a mont, and made him want to breathe in more and more.

It was the first ti that he breathed like there was soone who would care if he lived or died in battle.

Soone who would not let him go, however crazy things got for them. And even better, he had found soone who gave him more than just a re purpose. This was soone he wanted to stay alive for.

It had been an assumption for him back then, going through every possible thing to make sure Tamiko had had a good life.

Doing everything to let everyone know that Tamiko was his and that whoever tried to play with Tamiko would get to et the wrath of the mighty barbarian who cared for no one.

That right there was the first ti Kosta had really wanted to co out to the world as an oga. It was as if the quiet he had trained himself to lean into didn’t an much to him because he wanted to really have all the attention that Tamiko could ever provide.

And it was also the first ti he didn’t care that he would be judged for being the only Lycian oga.

Tamiko had made it easier for him to fall in love, even when the first ti had literally been Tamiko making a run from the ho that would eventually be theirs. Because, despite the chaos around them at the ti, Tamiko had made Kosta fall even harder.

He had made Kosta want to take him ho, devour him, and reveal all his secrets. It had been a hard mont for Kosta because no one in his entire life had ever made him want to reconsider so many decisions at the sa ti.

Not one had made him want to break all the rules, including the very rules that the mad king had set.

And yet just a smile on Tamiko’s face had Kosta swearing to kill the king if Tamiko so willed it.

Now, more than a decade later, as a very naked Tamiko pinned a half-naked Kosta against the wall of the prince’s royal chambers that still reeked of the last ti they had been here.

Kosta couldn’t help but wonder if the crazy prince had preserved their senses. Because he knew for a fact that ever since the ultimatum, Tamiko hadn’t stepped back into this room.

The king had once said sothing along the lines of Tamiko choosing not to rember Kosta, because Kosta was in Sanji’s hands at the ti.

But now he could tell that it was because the prince didn’t want to lose the raw scent that had been from their blended heat and rut.

The scent of Kosta’s heat and trigger.

Once again, this was what was here with, and Tamiko was looking at Kosta like he didn’t just fuck three orgasms out of Kosta and even more with his tongue.

He still looked starved.

Like he had been waiting for this particular al for days.

It was supposed to be scary.

The way Tamiko held Kosta obsessively.

The way Tamiko’s possessive scent clung to the walls of the chambers, and even got worse with every breath they took.

He should have been scared when Tamiko tore his shirt to pieces, not caring that Kosta had spent the entire morning trying to find sothing reasonable enough to co ho with.

Now that sothing presentable was in pieces. With the only pieces left at the very camp that Tamiko had set on fire the mont the portal closed.

The other half was now an unrecognized piece of clothing on the prince’s floor.

It was a barbaric state he had found himself in, and it was almost hilarious to think that of the two of them, Kosta was the known barbarian.

Well, perhaps Kosta was forgetting that Tamiko was known as the prince who would burn the realm down if Kosta so much as wished for it... even in passing.

"You didn’t wear anything down here, princess. Did you plan on getting fucked by ?" Tamiko teased, snapping Kosta out of his endless train of thoughts.

He was already wrecked and ruined by Tamiko.

Hell, it was even a miracle that he was able to stand against the door perfectly.

His legs were still shaking from the last orgasm he had gotten. His body was still adapting to the aftershocks of what it felt like to finally be marked and owned by the prince again.

Like Tamiko himself was a Chapter that had NEVER been closed in Kosta’s life.

It was supposed to be a sensible ti, but fuck sensibility because right now, the only thing that was in Kosta’s mind was to get fucked by his Erasthai, who was ruining him already.

But he wanted more.

He would always want more.

Even when he was ruined and losing consciousness. He didn’t mind, after all; he was where he had always wanted to be, in Tamiko’s arms, being looked at like he was the most precious thing the unhinged crowd prince owned.

Kosta didn’t care if he was owned or traded for Tamiko; all he cared about was that he belonged to the man. The titles didn’t an shit, and they both already knew it.

Maybe that was why instead of saying anything, Kosta just grabbed Tamiko’s still hard cock, then lifted his leg and rested it against Tamiko’s waist, before putting the cock into his waiting cunt.

"You’re mine," Kosta growled, even though it all ca off as a desperate moan.

Tamiko just let out a light laugh when Kosta wrapped his hands on Tamiko’s neck and lifted himself right into Tamiko’s waiting arms and began fucking himself on Tamiko.

The wet sounds that filled the room were slow and thick at the sa ti.

And Tamiko let out a soft groan before he held onto Kosta, thrusting into him, hard, like he was disciplining the brat who had dared to defy all aspects of fate to find himself back where he belonged.

For Kosta... this was heaven.

He was safe.

He was never going to leave again.

This was his ho, and everyone else would be damned if they tried to pry them away from each other again.

"Fuck, princess," Tamiko groaned in pleasure when Kosta’s fangs suddenly tore into his shoulder, marking him as if to tell the world that that was his man. That no one would ever be able to take from him.

Kosta didn’t care that he looked more of a barbarian at that mont than he had ever been before. That he was getting fucked hard hadn’t the wall with his fangs deep into Tamiko’s shoulder like that was what they both needed.

And he didn’t stop on just one shoulder.

In the middle of the moans and cries, Kosta marked Tamiko again, on the other shoulder. It was only when he was satisfied with the marks did he let his mind finally process what he was doing.

By the ti he realized it all, he was being fucked hard in Tamiko’s bed.

Oh, he was really a goner for this madman, wasn’t he?

"I missed you so much."