Chapter eight

Ivan walked with the prince's food in hand careful not to drop the plate. He was nervous about meeting the young boy after their encounter.

When he got to the room, he knocked at the door. Waiting for a minute their was no reply. He knocked again and again each time getting no reply.

He twisted the door knob and the it opened. He swallowed nervously before pushing the door open. He peeked into the room to check on the prince. He saw him sleeping peacefully on the bed.

He walked into the room, his steps were careful not to trouble the sleeping beauty. He set the food down on the bedside table. For the prince to have when he wakes up.

'How cute,' he thought gazing at him.

A smile bloomed on his face as he saw how innocent the prince looked in his sleep. Caught in his trance, his body moved involuntary and sat on the bed next to the prince.

His hands reached out to touch the prince's skin. Caressing the prince's cheek he marveled at how soft the prince's face felt in his hand.

The prince opened his eyes to check the source of the warmth on his face. He saw Ivan up close to him. "What are you doing?" he asked the man.

His voice brought Ivan out of his thoughts. He found himself with his hand on his master and panicked. He had no idea where the boldness came from that made him act like that. He was scared of the outcome of his actions.

Ty sat up on the bed staring at the dazed man. His demon was still awake and it pushed him to seize the moment and take his mate and be with him.

"What are you doing here?" Tyrone questioned calmly.

Ivan pointed at the food on the bedside table as he didn't know how to say it in words. It was so annoying, the language barrier between them but he made a vow to learn.

"You brought me food, then why are you on my bed?" the prince asked him.

Ivan was lost at how to reply. He folded his hands in front of his chest in an apologetic way to make the prince see how sorry he was.

It was unintentional that he sat on the prince's bed and touched him.

"Is that your way of apologising?" he questioned. Ivan nodded his head.

"Alright, you may leave now," the prince instructed to him.

Ivan got up from the bed in a hurry. He didn't watch where he stepped on Tyrone's slipper and slipped backwards. He fell on to the bed on top of the prince.

The prince caught him and stopped their heads from colliding. They gazed into each other's eyes with no words to express the seductive attraction between the two of them.

"How did a man such as yourself end up as a slave?" he asked.

He got drunk from his mate's scent. He tightened his hold on Ivan and turned with him on the bed. He changed their position that now, he hovered on top of the older male.

He took a long breath of Ivan's scent drowning in the sweetness of it. His heart was beating hard in his chest when he held Ivan in his arms. It was a thrilling feeling that he was to experience before.

"You smell so good," he let out as a whisper in Ivan's ear. His hot breath hitting Ivan's skin made him shiver in the prince's hold.

"Ahhh," Ivan moaned when Ty bit his earlobe gently.

"Lovely," he trailed the kiss from his ear down his jaw line. Ivan clutched the bed sheets and arched his back to give the prince more access. The boy was young but he had to admit, he had skills when it came to kissing.

Not that he could match up, he was never one to kiss but be kissed as he was a slave. But the gentle way that the prince was handling him was something he could never expect from his other masters.

Ty reached the nape on his neck. He kissed and sucked at the nape of his neck to leave a mark. He needed to make sure that all new that the male was his. That and the fact that his skin tasted so sweet.

"Ahh," Ivan sighed sweetly in his ear.

"Your voice sounds so good," Tyrone complimented to him. Ivan smiled at the compliment, it felt like heaven to find out that he was of use to the boy.

It wasn't what he had in mind but it meant not being sent back. He could settle for this good feeling.

"Prince Ty, have you had your food yet?" the butler asked from the door. "May I come in?"

Tyrone shook his head to get the lust and desire out of his head and clear his mind. He released Ivan from his arms and reached out for the spray on the bedside and sprayed the room to remove Ivan's scent from the room.

He used his fingers to signal Ivan to go and hide inside his closet. Once the man was out of sight, he straightened his clothes and took his plate of food and poured the food in the dust in and placed the empty plate aside.

"Come in," he said out loud.

Massir walked into the room. Behind him were two servants with his ironed clothes. His fingers twitched at the unfortunate situation.

"Set the clothes in the closet," Massir instructed to the servants.

"No need for that, set the clothes on the bed. I will put them in the closet later," he said dismissively. The servants were conflicted on what to do. To follow the butler's instructions or to go with the prince's orders.

"I would appreciate it if the three of you exited my room soon so get on with it," the prince let out annoyed.

"Yes, set the clothes on the bed," he told servants. "I'm glad that you are fine," Massir said to him.

The clothes were placed on the bed. They exited the room right after except for Massir. He stayed behind for the prince, he could feel that something was amiss and stayed back to find it out.

"You sprayed the room. Is there someone else here with you?" he questioned.

Tyrone's gaze shot up to meet his, their was nothing in his eyes. No fear or any emotion that could tell Massir that he had hit the truth.

"Yes," the prince replied without blinking an eyes. "You are here with me," he added to him.

"You sprayed before I entered the room. The scents in the air are masked by the perfume. It feels like you are hiding something or someone in here," Massir explained.

"You sent the slave here, his scent was irritating me so I sprayed the room," he said in response.