Chapter 11
Chapter eleven
Dyfri
Jack’s snoring is the most annoying sound in the world, I swear. Granted, I’ve never shared a bed for sleeping before, but surely people are not usually so very… There. Most people do not take up so much damn room with their sheer presence.
He is behind me, yet my awareness is fully consumed by him. It’s absurd, and it needs to stop. Thankfully, it is nearly dawn, and the torment is nearly over.
But then there will be yet another day to survive. And then another night. While surrounded by enemies and breathing in the foul-tasting air of this world.
Enduring a marriage I never planned for, because I was force to face another duel. A wave of coldness washes over me, threating to unleash carefully buried memories.
I’m not thinking about that. Now or ever. It’s done, and I’ve adapted my plans. There is absolutely no need to dwell and I refuse to do so, and no one and nothing is going to make me.
I scrunch my eyes up tight and try to compose myself. I’m being unreasonably ill-tempered, even for me. Probably because the events of last night have rattled me more than I care to admit.
I should have known that my first court function as a consort and no longer a rhocyn would be nothing to celebrate. I can’t believe I was foolish enough to be excited about it. And it was pointless to be so dismayed when it all came crashing down.
The court was never going to allow me to forget. They were never going to treat me differently. My hair may be bound now, but it will forever be loose in their eyes.
And that’s not the only thing I’m being ridiculous about.
Because I know damn well that my past as a rhocyn was not a secret that could be kept from Jack forever.
In fact, it was a miracle that there was ever a time he didn’t know.
His advisers must have been aware. His father must have been informed.
Why they didn’t tell him, I don’t know. But it was… nice. An unexpected treat. One I had enjoyed. Far more than I should have.
But it’s over. He knows. And I hate it. And hate that I hate it. I shouldn’t care. I should be above such things.
I let out a little sigh.
At least he took the news surprisingly well. And the way he defended me like that was… quite something. I’m sure it was all to do with his own honour, pride and standing. Even though my stupid feelings are refusing to listen to that logic.
I shift position a little. This damn bed is lumpy, and the sheets are scratchy cotton. I’m sure Jack can afford silk, I have no idea why he likes to torture himself like this.
I roll onto my back and glare up at the ceiling. There is no point in continuing to deny it. My stupid cock is hard, and that is why I am in such a mood.
Beside me, Jack stirs. I want to ignore him, but he is right there, and long-ingrained habits are forcing me to watch the potential threat.
His hair is a mess. All sleep-tangled. He opens his eyes and blinks blearily at me. Then he has the audacity to smile. A great, big, stupid smile. A smile like sunshine and kindness.
I snatch my gaze away, roll over and give him my back. I can’t cope with niceness first thing in the morning. It is too unfamiliar and far too much.
“Oh, do you need a hand?” Jack asks gently with a sleep-roughened voice.
My shoulders stiffen. How does he know? Am I that obvious?
I nod. I can’t bring myself to say it. There is no other cure for my predicament, so I might as well get it over with.
I keep my back to him, but yank my nightgown up.
He fiddles with his bedside drawer for a moment, then he slides up to me with an agility that seems to defy his size. He pauses, and I grind my teeth. Please don’t talk to me. I don’t want to talk. I just want it done.
His hand wraps carefully around my cock, and all the air leaves my lungs. An exhale of relief.
His palm glides along my length, slick with oil. That is thoughtful of him.
I scrunch my eyes up tight and try to send my mind far away but something about the slow, careful way he is touching me is keeping me anchored.
I like the way it feels.
I like the way his huge body feels like a shield protecting my back and not a threat.
I like how easy it is to pretend that this is the start of something.
His fingers tighten, and a soft sound nearly escapes me. I’m stealing his heat and basking in his manly scent while pleasure sparks through my body. It’s… quite pleasant.
My hips twitch as my peak draws close. I ride the crest and shudder through it. When I open my eyes, I see that Jack has caught my spend in a tissue. He really is thoughtful.
I spin around to face him. He stares at me with a look that is very convincingly adoring. I narrow my eyes. Does he really think I’m so easily fooled?
“How may I service you?” I snap.
Jack blinks. Then flushes a pretty shade of pink. “That’s not… You don’t need…”
“Yes I do, otherwise I will feel as if I owe you a favour.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Jack’s eyes are wide.
I scowl at him. “Are you calling the customs of my people ridiculous?”
“Of course not!” he exclaims with such earnestness it hurts.
“Good. Now lie back so I can blow you.”
Silently, with almost comically wide eyes, he obeys.
I stare at him for a moment. Sometimes his eyes are green, other times they are brown. Even his hair can’t make up its mind. Most of the time it appears brown, but when it catches the sunlight, the gold strands become visible. It’s maddening. He should choose a colour and stick with it.
Though right now, I have to admit the green-brown-gold looks very good against the white pillows as he stares up at me quietly and obediently waiting. He looks rather biddable.
My gaze drifts down. He didn’t wear a pyjama top last night. All his very broad muscles are on display. It reminds me of Blake. Mabon does like to keep his pet nearly naked most of the time.
I’m starting to see the appeal. It might be entertaining to show Jack off. Tease people with what they cannot touch. Because humans have fidelity with their marriages so Jack is not going to play with anyone else.
Something shifts deep inside me at that thought. I think I like it. I think I like the thought of having a person who is only mine.
Jack is breathing a little quickly. Anticipation, perhaps? I watch his chest muscles dance. He really is big. There is so much of him. If I hadn’t learnt from Blake that not all large men are dangerous, I’d probably be terrified of Jack.
But I can’t be scared of a man who offered to take my cock. That was the craziest thing I ever heard. Humans really are peculiar.
I move a little closer to Jack and pull his pyjama bottoms down, just enough to allow his impressive cock to spring free.
I wet my lips. I lower my head. I stick out my tongue and give him one long lick all the way from root to tip, all along the underside.
Jack gasps, and the sound sinks into my belly and turns into butterflies.
I lick and tease. I test and taste. I map all his sensitive spots and feel his veins pulse onto my tongue.
As I swirl the tip of my tongue over his slit, a thought hits me.
What the hell am I doing?
Why am I using all of my skills and knowledge? Why am I determined to give him the best blowjob he has ever had? Why do I want this to be incredible for him?
Do I want to leave no doubt in his mind that I’m a whore? Or is it more that I’m trying to impress him?
I huff out a little breath. A puff of air to cool my saliva on his cock and add to the sensations I am lapping into him.
Fuck knows what I am thinking. The inner workings of my mind frequently baffle me. No wonder people can’t figure me out. I can’t figure myself out half the time.
This seems harmless, though. He already knows I’m a whore, so there are no downsides in giving him a good time.
With that thought in mind, I wrap my lips around his crown, and then roll them down his length. His cock slides over my tongue and down my throat. He is big enough to make my jaw ache. Which isn’t a surprise. He was a challenge to take on our wedding night.
I’m good at challenges. I excel at them, and I’m bloody well going to take all of my husband into my mouth.
I work my way lower. He slides deeper down my throat. I can’t breathe now and my gag reflex is threatening to revolt. But I can do this.
A little more, and I realise that neatly trimmed hair is tickling my lips. I’ve succeeded. I have taken all of him. And given his size and the pathetic nature of humans, this might be the first time someone has blown him all the way.
He is gasping and wriggling. Fighting to keep his hips still and not fuck my face. He really is obedient.
His cock throbs in my mouth. Hot and heavy. He tastes good. Salty and something else I can’t name. I’ve never blown a human before, so it could be that. Or it could be uniquely him.
I swallow, causing the muscles in my throat to clench around him. Jack cries out. A deeply pleasing sound of pleasure.
I swallow again, and again. His cries are growing louder. His thighs are trembling. I’m getting lightheaded from not breathing, but I’m enjoying this, and I can last a little longer.
I move my tongue, and Jack lets out a gurgling sound. Precum trickles down my throat. I pause and hold still. I don’t want him to spill yet. A pleasure delayed is a pleasure intensified.
But my lungs are burning now. Oh well. This will have to do.
I swallow and swallow again in rapid succession. Then again, and again.
All of Jack’s muscles go rigid. His cock pulses and floods my stomach with his seed. He screams, and then the sound of it registers.
“Dyfri!”
Jack screamed my name as he peaked.
My eyes roll back, and an orgasm washes through me. Light and tingly and extremely pleasant.
I pull off of Jack and discreetly heave in a lungful of air. I sit up and wipe my mouth and chin with the back of my hand.
Then my gaze locks with Jack’s. He is staring at me. Pupils wide and dark. Cheeks flushed and glowing. He is staring at me like I’m something holy.
My heart is going all fluttery and strange. I can feel it brushing against my rib cage. I don’t think it’s from oxygen deprivation. I have no idea what is happening. I’ve strayed far beyond things I know and understand. I’m out of my depth.
Completely out of my depth. But strangely, despite how lost I am, I’m not scared.
And that’s a wonder all of itself.