Chapter Twenty-Five
“You've made me act foolish,” I whispered as Falken undressed me.
“I’ve made you foolish?” He tossed my pants aside and unbuckled his belt. “You're not the one who went running out of the dining hall after his lover. You made me a fool in front of my entire court.” He kicked off his boots.
“I didn't ask you to follow me.” I unbuttoned his pants while he worked on his shirt.
“Nor did I ask you to—” Falken frowned. “How did I make you foolish?”
“I should have left. Staying is foolish.”
“Ah, I see.” He flung away his shirt, kicked off his pants, and picked me up to lay me on the bed.
“So, I've made you foolish by convincing you to stay.” He took the bottle of oil from the bedside table and oiled his cock, the slick sound of it making me shiver.
“What a scoundrel I am.” He crawled onto the bed and wedged himself between my legs.
Grinning, I slid my hands over his shoulders and pulled him closer.
But Falken had other plans. Instead of going up, he went down, his mouth finding the tip of my cock and sucking it in.
As he savagely consumed me, I cried out and writhed.
My hands went to his head, and my legs spread wider.
Sensation slammed its way up my body until I arched my back, and squeezed my nipples in an attempt to alleviate the pressure.
The tips of my ears were hot and that heat spread downward. A flush colored my chest.
Meanwhile, Falken watched me, his eyes locked on my face as he moved up and down my length. It was the tenderness in his gaze, so at odds with his greedy movements, that sent me over. I clutched at his head and shouted as I released into his mouth.
Falken kept me in his wet heat until I collapsed on the bed, my arms and legs flopping outward. With a feral look, he drank me down and then sat up, licking his lips as he watched me shiver. Languidly, I lifted my hand to play with my nipple.
A savage cry rumbled past his bared teeth as he grabbed my legs, hoisted them up, and settled them on his shoulders.
A slippery tip rubbed my entrance as my half-lidded gaze fastened on his face and the primal look that had taken hold of it.
Despite his need, Falken slipped in and out of me slowly, little by little, until he opened me enough to go deeper.
My lethargy left in a sudden rush of passion, and I gripped his forearms, locked to either side of me.
“Falken.” I slid my hands up his arms to grip his shoulders.
He slowed and lost the savage look. “Do you need me to stop?”
“No, I want to share something with you.”
Falken lifted an eyebrow. “You're sharing quite a lot with me.”
“You offered me assurance about our future tonight. That means a lot.”
He went still, his flesh pulsing inside me with the need to move. With gentle movements, he brought my legs down and then eased on top of me, holding himself up on his forearms. “It means a lot that you stayed.”
“Yes, but I want to give you something to assure you in return.”
“You don't have to give me anything. I should have noticed how much you were already giving.”
I slid a hand up to cup his face. “Volpers have three names, did you know that?”
He shook his head, his gaze sliding over my face.
“There is the name we use publicly, our clan name for our kin to use, and a private name given only to our lovers.”
Falken went still.
My public name is Sevarin. To my clan, I'm Rin. But in private, you may call me Sevi.”
“Sevi,” he whispered as he stroked the hair back from my face. “That's lovely. Thank you.” He grinned. “So, we both have private names for each other.”
“Well, everyone knows your name, even if they can't use it.”
“Would you like to call me something else?”
My jaw went slack. “You'd honor my traditions?”
“I honor you, Sevi. Your traditions are a part of you. Now, what shall my private name be?”
I pushed on his chest and moved upward until he knelt, lifting me with him. With his cock still inside me, I straddled his lap and wrapped my legs around him. He twitched, and I couldn't help squeezing him with my channel.
Falken groaned. “I'm trying to be respectful and not fuck you while we're talking about something important.”
“I know, and thank you for that, but a little pleasure isn't going to offend me.” I ground down on him and undulated my hips.
“Stop that! This is serious.” But his lips twitched.
“A private name is usually a combination of letters from your public name. It should sound familiar but different.” I nuzzled his face as my tail wrapped around him.
“Hmm.” He nuzzled me until I kissed him, but it was quick. He pulled back to say, “What do you think of Al?”
I wrinkled my nose. “Obvious and not pretty.”
“Oh, I need a pretty name?” He nipped my lower lip.
“No, but something with appeal.” I thought about it, the letters of his name twisting in my mind. “Falen?”
“Nope. I don't like that.”
We gazed at each other, and then, as if our minds had connected, we said in unison, “Fen.”
Then we laughed.
“Oh, Gods!” Falken, now privately Fen, shuddered. “Stop laughing, or I'll come.”
I settled my laughter into a grin and rocked on his lap. “Not yet.” Then I brought my legs into a kneeling position and lifted myself. Hands gripping his shoulders, I moved down. Then up, and down, and up, moving at a steady pace that made Fen growl and grip my ass.
“Faster!” Grip tight on my ass, he pulled me down, and then lifted me.
Surprised, I flopped about as Fen took over, raising and lowering me onto his shaft.
But then I found his rhythm and steadied myself.
I couldn't move as fast as he moved me, so I just kept my legs loose and unresistant.
Between us, my cock rubbed against Fen's belly, and so when he held us pressed together, I found my release with him.
We shouted each other's private names, bodies tight in climax.
Spent, I fell forward. Fen caught me and helped me down onto a pillow. He tucked me in against him, my back to his front, and laid an arm over me. Instead of feeling trapped, I felt cherished and safe. I fell asleep in seconds.