Chapter 27 Furyon
Furyon
I’ve never shucked jeans off faster. Wriggling, I pull them down with one hand while I balance the oars with the other.
Lemon’s crimson eyes follow me as my cock springs free of the fabric, and then she lets out a delighted little growl that forces precum from my tip.
There’s something about a partner who loves oral that gets me extra hot.
And it’s clear she does by the way she’s licking her lips and staring.
I didn’t expect her to want to do this down here, but I love that it’s so clear she does. The idea that we might come upon others adds a sense of forbiddenness to the whole thing.
Still, when she leans forward and softly bites my cock head, I fall back against the stern and loose a heavy breath.
Her mouth is so warm and soft in comparison to the prick of her fangs.
She teases my tip, laving it with her tongue and dragging her teeth along it.
I’m a dark elf—anything to do with fangs makes me hot, but having hers on my sensitive skin is almost too much.
Lemon runs her hands up the fronts of my thighs, scratching me with her nails as she sinks all the way down my shaft.
Her nose presses against my stomach as she hollows her cheeks and sucks my entire length.
I can’t pull the air into my lungs fast enough as I grip the oars until they crack.
All I want is to fist her hair and guide her on and off me, but if I drop these oars we’re screwed.
I can barely think around need as she growls and bobs slowly, rhythmically on and off my cock. My panted breathing grows heavier until I’m gasping and begging.
“Faster, Lem baby. Suck me off faster…”
Her answering growl tells me she’ll do this exactly how she wants to, and her rhythm never changes. The sight of her head bobbing in my lap makes me want to toss the oars over and pull her on top of me. To sink deep inside her and fuck her hard in the darkness of the public tunnels.
Hot seed swirls in my sack as I focus on the way her pink lips tickle my shaft, soft and hot and powerful. She hollows her cheeks again, the suction adding perfect force to that sweet mouth. I’m going to come so hard and so fast.
“That’s it,” I croon, desperate to get some control of myself and the situation.
But Lemon’s havin’ none of it. She rips my shirt open, her hands roving along my abs and pecs as she keeps up that steady, tortuous rhythm.
Pleasure explodes through me and seed barrels down my shaft. I scream into the quiet of the tunnels, clamping a hand over my mouth. The right oar falls into the water with a splash, but I can’t even scramble for it as orgasm rocks me, all my muscles locking up.
Nothing exists outside of that steady rhythm of Lemon sucking my dick with practiced, smooth moves all the way through a powerful orgasm that obliterates sight and sound. I come until I’m oversensitized, curling over her to pull her off my throbbing cock.
She lets out a darling little growl and keeps going when I hiss. Fisting my right hand through her hair, I pull her slightly.
“Enough, Lemon, baby. That’s enough.”
She doesn’t come away. Instead she sucks harder, refusing to let go.
“Lemon,” I bark. “We’re comin’ up on a very public spot, baby girl.”
She glances up at me, winking as she slides off my cock. Sitting back into her seat, she wipes delicately at her mouth. “You taste so good, though, Furyon. I wasn’t done.”
I gesture toward the oar floating in the water off to our right. “Yeah well I wasn’t expecting to be dead in the water either, sweetheart. Gods, Lemon, that mouth is masterful.”
Never looking away from me, she flares her giant shadow wings wide and lifts out of the boat.
I watch in utter awe as she swoops over the water and carefully picks up the oar.
She returns to the boat and drops it into my lap, flapping lightly above me as I get mental visions of fucking her up in the air.
We could do that, I think. I’m thinking of the ways right now…
I take the oar and slip it back through its support as she drops back into the boat. Leaning forward, she takes the oars from me, hovering over my body until I’m ready to throw them away again just to cradle her to me and tell her how fuckin’ obsessed I am.
She grins wickedly. “Might wanna put your pants back on, ranger.”
Voices echo off the stones ahead of us. I definitely don’t need Sheriff Rygold callin’ me about indecent exposure so I haul my jeans back up and tuck myself away. Lemon whines when my cock disappears behind the zipper.
But she smirks when I row us around a corner into a brightly lit tunnel. I point at windows set every so often into the stone surface, trying to gather some semblance of my sanity back so I can play tour guide.
“‘Bout two thirds of downtown’s businesses have pick-up windows down in the basement level. If you’re rowing through the caverns, you can pick up down here rather than having to exit and go back upstairs.
Figured I’d take you through BrewHaHa for coffee and a sandwich before you gotta go back to work. Sound good?”
Lemon’s mouth drops open, and she whirls around, leaning against me as she scans the tunnel. We sail past the first few spots, but when we get to the window for BrewHaHa, we both laugh to see Oz slide the window open and stick his head out.
He points at us. “Y’all oughta be careful in these tunnels; could be bandits. I just heard some wild shrieking. Sounded like, well, I don’t really wanna say, but somebody might have gotten murdered.” His grin is pure mischief as he whispers the last few words.
Lemon shrugs, lifting her chin. “I didn’t hear a thing.” She glances up over her shoulder at me. “Did you, Furyon?”
“Not a peep,” I confirm. “You got my order ready, Ozifer?”
Oz disappears back inside the window. Lemon leans forward and peers in, seeming amazed at the sail-thru-drive-thru.
When Oz returns and hands her a giant bag with my order, she takes it and sets it down between us.
Then she turns and slaps Oz on the chest. “You never told me about this tunnel situation? An underground drive-thru? I feel betrayed, Oz. We’re friends.
” She crosses her arms and tries to look ferocious, and it’s all I can do to hold back a snicker.
Oz leans out onto his muscular forearms, the tips of his dark wings soaring over his head.
“Well now, Lemon, some things are best discovered with your paramour, don’t you think?
I mean…I can’t say that you and I would have quite as good a time in that bitty boat, know what I’m saying? You picking up what I’m layin’ down?”
She rolls her eyes but laughs. “Yeah, I’m pickin’ it up. Guess I’ll have to rely on Furyon to show me all of the Gulch’s secret assets.”
He scoffs. “Hey, bitch, I took you to skyball and a rodeo last night, and I called him to come get you so you could get laid. I haven’t even gotten myself laid in months, so if that doesn’t put me in bestie territory, I don’t know what would.”
There’s a moment where we’re all silent, but I burst into laughter first because what he said is a pretty accurate summary of last night.
I settle my woman back down and push off the wall. “See ya around, Oz.”
He inclines his head at me with a little wink, then slides the drive-thru window shut.
Lemon opens the bag and withdraws the sandwiches and a bottle of white wine. She looks up at me. “We drinking on lunch break?”
I nod. “Yep. Toss me my sandwich, woman.”
She waves at the oars. “How are you gonna eat and not lose those again?”
I pull the oars partway up and notch them into a little cutout in the boat’s side. I’d totally forgotten it was there earlier. It’s been a while since I took one of these.
Her mouth drops open, and she slaps the sandwich against my chest. “You scoundrel! You told me earlier you couldn’t let go! I flew to get them! You could have just… done that!”
“No,” I correct as I kiss the tip of her nose. “You told me not to let go, so I didn’t because I’m the best of boys with excellent listening skills.”
She sits back with a grumble as she opens the second sandwich.
We eat in silence for a minute, but it’s not awkward, doesn’t get weird. It’s peaceful because this banter is all play between us. She ain’t really mad, and if she were, I know in my soul she’d tell me. There’s no miscommunication, no misunderstanding. Just me and Lemon against the world.
I set my sandwich down and pick up the oars again. “Hey, baby, I wrote you a poem. You wanna hear it?”
She shimmies in her seat, wrinkles creasing the edges of her eyes as she looks at me. “You wrote me an honest-to-gods poem? I can’t wait to hear this.”
I beam at her as I puff up my chest in mock manliness.
“Her lips were red, her moose was dead, then she was in my bed.”
Lem’s mouth drops open and she scoffs, so I continue.
“Our caper made the Gulch gossip paper but she won the town’s favor with boots of pink.
Brought me back from the brink. From my neck she did drink.
Into her soul I sink.” I raise my voice so it echoes off the stones above us.
“Her tits my muse, her hips I peruse. No better mate could I choose! Bodice ripped and tangled lips. Blood drips. My heart she sips.”
I’m shouting by the time I finish, and Lemon’s doubled over in hysterics, one hand over her eyes and another over her heart.
And I am fucking lost, watching the way she laughs.
“It took me a long time to write that,” I faux grumble. “Roger and the pit hells helped, you know.”
She hangs over the side of the boat, slapping the wood panels before throwing herself backward on the bench. It’s like she can’t stop laughing, and everything I say adds to the joy.
“Don’t bust a gasket, Lemon.”
She waves away my concern as the laughter subsides. “Oh my gods, Furyon. You’re a regular Poe, I swear.”
I keep on rowin’ as I hook a left to take us back toward the dock. I can’t have my woman getting back late to work, not considering how hard a time Letitia seems to give her for no apparent reason.
“Don’t know who Poe is, but it’s time for me to take you back, city girl.”
She shifts forward onto her knees between my thighs, forearms resting lightly over my legs as she beams up at me. “This was magical, Furyon. Thank you.”
I bend down and pull her up into my arms just to feel that lush body against mine. “I will always want to do this for you, Lemon. I am fucking in deep, city girl. Very, very deep.”
She chuckles, but the look in her eyes tells me everything I need to know—we might not have admitted love, but we’re dancing on the fine edges of it, and we’re there. We’re maybe a little bit complicated, but we’re figuring it out.
And it happened so fast. Faster than I could have ever imagined. Of course, I’ve watched other monsters fall in love seemingly overnight. I thought that could never be me.
But as I stare at the lush vampire in my arms, looking at me like I’m her favorite snack and favorite being all at the same time, I understand what I’ve seen others experience.
Love is beautiful. Love is deep.
And sometimes it strikes you like a damn bolt of lightning.