Chapter 10 #2
One of his hands slid down my chest. His fingers smoothed over the fabric of my jacket, spreading wide over my narrow frame. I wished I wasn’t wearing clothes, so I could feel his skin against mine. His fingers moved up and down, stroking my stomach.
I moaned, leaning my head back into his shoulder. His lips brushed over the sensitive skin of my neck as he whispered, “Are you warming up?”
“Y-yes,” I muttered, breath jagged.
“Good.” His lips crested over the sensitive shell of my ear.
The simple touch sent waves of fire cascading down my limbs. I whimpered, my hips pushing back instinctively. His arm tightened around my waist, keeping me flush against him.
Lord Abnus pressed a single kiss to my neck, then paused.
I bit my lip, desperate to ask for more, but I kept my mouth closed, waiting to see what he would do. He gripped the front of my jacket, not letting me move a single inch, not that I wanted to. I was exactly where I wanted to be, and nothing would take me from Lord Abnus if I could help it.
“Mr. Byrne,” he started before halting.
He often spoke in bursts, so I was used to him speaking a few words, then stopping.
I waited patiently for him to continue his thought, but after several moments of silence, I assumed he wasn’t going to and started shifting.
My cock was throbbing for attention, and I wanted to turn around in Lord Abnus’s arms to rub against him.
“Oren,” Lord Abnus began again. “Can I…”
I nodded, hoping his thought was the same as my desire.
As he pressed another kiss to the back of my neck, I felt him trembling behind me. I angled my head back and to the side as much as I could in this position to give him more access to the sensitive skin of my neck.
Lord Abnus trailed kisses down the column of my neck and began to rock against me, shoving his hard cock into my posterior. Each movement caused bursts of lights behind my eyes, and small gasps of air kept escaping my lips.
“Don’t stop,” I ordered, afraid he would abandon whatever this was.
“I didn’t plan to.”
His hand slid down my stomach, sending it swooping, and palmed my erection through the fabric of my trousers.
A groan ripped from my lips as I rutted into his touch.
More. I needed more. He slid up and down my hardened shaft, and I pushed my head further into his shoulder, gasping.
Lord Abnus held me tight as he rocked against me, his breath shortening with each thrust.
“Oren,” he said, voice rough. His fingers began tugging at the buttons of my trousers. I nodded frantically as harsh, garbled words for more escaped my throat. I needed his skin upon mine. At this moment, I felt as if I would die without him touching me.
“Abnus,” I demanded when his fingers painstakingly undid button after button. I reached back and clamped onto his ass, trying to pull him closer. His fingers finally slid into my trousers, then brushed along my shaft.
“F-fuck,” I ground out from the gentle touch. My balls hugged the base of my cock as my ass clenched.
“If you wish,” he said. His warm tongue licked my earlobe, then he sucked on it as his fingers slid through the beads of pre-cum welling on my tip. I bit out another swear, and my hand tightened on his ass.
Hand moving to my hip, Abnus began to shift me onto my back. “Let me warm you, please.”
I swallowed, nodding.
He undid my trousers the rest of the way, hovering over me. His black hair brushed my face, and his eyes never wavered from mine. I arched up to kiss him, but he turned to the side, avoiding my lips.
Hurt lanced through me. Why didn’t he want to kiss me?
A breath later he scrambled off me, yanking my trousers up and scooting back to a respectable distance right before the door flew open.
Aidan burst in, closely followed by Cethin. “Oren!”
I tried to force the blush from my cheeks and make my cock to relax. The latter didn’t wish to acquiesce, desperate to continue. But continuation wouldn’t happen with my elder brother and Lord Abnus’s cousin in the same room.
“The horses came back without you and Lord Abnus, and with the snow,” Aidan broke off, waving around as his chest heaved. The wind howled, shaking the simple hunting shed.
Cethin hooked his arms around Aidan, drawing him back. He whispered loudly enough for me to hear, “Calm, dearest. Oren and Abnus are safe. Breathe.”
With a deep breath, Aidan visibly relaxed, and the weather outside started to calm.
Being Lord of Sídhetír did come with its issues.
Emotional control was the foremost important one.
Aidan was new, young, and unprepared for the bond.
It would take more time than usual. Most likely.
I truly wasn’t sure. Never had there been a lord like Aidan.
While that was true, the fact prodded at a fragile part of my heart.
“Are you well?” Aidan asked after a long moment.
I nodded, not in control of my faculties. My heart was hurting, and my damn cock wanted Aidan to leave and Abnus to return.
Cethin glanced between Lord Abnus huddling against the wall and then me curling to hide my raging erection. He smirked, then planted a solid kiss on Aidan’s neck. “I told you Abnus would care for Oren. To my eyes, he has done an excellent job of meeting Oren’s needs.”
Heat swamped my face. Aidan’s eyes narrowed, finally taking our disheveled appearances in while I studiously avoided looking at him. Lord Abnus, I assumed, was doing the same thing behind me because I heard shuffling and felt the blanket pull taut several times.
“I see,” Aidan said, clearing his throat. “We should return to the manor before you fall ill, Oren.”
I squeaked a sound of agreement, which made me cringe, and started to sit up when I paused.
My lower half still hadn’t gotten the notice.
My cock pulsed with need, the wet tip sticking to my clothes.
I took a deep breath as cooling thoughts ran through my head: my brothers teasing me, the bitter taste of the physician's brews, and the dirt flavor of beets.
Quickly enough, my cock turned flaccid, and I scrambled to my feet.
The front of my trousers flapped open in a distinctly obvious way, and more fire rushed to my cheeks.
Aidan pointedly looked away, and Cethin coughed into his hand.
Fingers clumsy in my haste, I fastened the loose buttons.
Implausible excuses were on the tip of my tongue, and then I swallowed them.
Why bother? The truth was obvious to even the most dense observer.
We stepped out into the frigid air, but thankfully, the tempest had calmed. Cethin wrapped his arms around Aidan’s middle and wide black wings sprawled from his back. Talons curled on the bend like the dragons of old.
“We flew here,” Cethin said. “I’m sure, Abnus, you can fly Oren back?” He didn’t wait for a response, wings flapping, and dashed away with Aidan.
I turned toward Lord Abnus, eyes on the snow beneath my feet.
I couldn’t look at him. Embarrassment coiled in my stomach like a bad dinner, threatening my bile to exit.
I’d basically goaded him into touching me, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
I did regret that Aidan had found us when he did, though if he hadn’t, what would’ve occurred?
A firm hand came under my chin and forced me to meet Lord Abnus’s gaze. “Do you not want me to fly you back? Would you rather Cethin fly you or a horse be brought?”
What I wished was to return to the shed and finish what had begun in the storm, but the moment was shattered and couldn’t be pieced back together. “I’m perfectly fine with you flying me home.”
Wings spread out behind him, but they didn’t resemble Cethin’s in the slightest. The four wings glittered in the sunlight.
Shades of blue, the lightest, almost white, started near the base of the wings and progressively turned to almost black at the tips.
The gossamer wings were so delicate, I could see through them.
My hand lifted, then I hesitated. “May I?”
“Of course.”
With the barest hint of pressure, I caressed the outside of his wings, tracing them.
Cold emanated from them like the wings had been forged of ice.
His eyes fluttered closed and his breath turned jagged as I continued to explore.
Slight, silvery veins could be seen inside the wings like a dragonfly.
“You’re beautiful.” I clamped my jaw closed. I hadn’t intended to say that, and yet my words were true. Lord Abnus was beautiful. Perhaps not a compliment a fae would enjoy, for they were all lovely, but he was even more so. Nothing in this world was as fine as Lord Abnus.
His long fingers framed my cheek before sliding down to my neck, his thumb resting on the pulse point. “A very fine compliment to be sure.”
My heart sped as he stroked the side of my neck. My gaze darted down to his full lips. I wanted to taste them. He’d turned from me earlier, probably due to Aidan’s interference, but I was hesitant to attempt again.
Thumb stilling, he tightened his grasp on me. Lord Abnus bobbed forward, and my lips parted, tongue wetting them. He shook his head and stepped back. “I should return you to Byrne Manor. I don’t wish you to catch a chill.”
Disappointment shot through me. “Of course.”
Lord Abnus placed my hands behind his neck. His fingers brushed down the lengths of my arms and sides, making my breath turn shallow and harsh. Tingles spiraled through me. I pressed closer, leaving no distance. He wound his arms around my waist.
“Are you ready, Mr. Byrne?” he asked quietly.
“I am, Lord Abnus.”
“Let’s go, then.”
I nodded. He stared down at me for several long moments that seemed to stretch into eternity. I never wanted it to end. I belonged here, and so did he. Lord Abnus might not know it yet, but this was God’s own truth. We belonged together. If only I could convince him of that.
With gentle beats, his wings lifted us into the air.