Chapter Six
Finnick
Ishould head out to find Barak and Faust but Ollie seems... raw.
She feels upset enough that I trail after her to the kitchens. Halfway there, she pauses her quick steps and her little hand finds mine, lacing our fingers tightly. It flares the spark of hope that lives in my chest.
I love her. I love her.
And Kai, and Lonan, well... I could see myself loving them too.
She tugs me into the kitchen and the round little earth Fae with two long gray braids that drape down her back turns and tugs Ollie into a quick hug.
“Cook,” Ollie says, her entire body seeming to relax, “This is Finn.”
Her eyes drag up and down me in an oddly lecherous and yet friendly way. “Ohhh, aye, it is indeed.”
“Hello,” I say awkwardly.
She thrusts an apron at me with a grin. I pull it over my head and Ollie steps behind me, pulling the strings tight and tying them, and her hand drifts down to cup my ass.
I feel myself blush and I look over my shoulder at her.
She stands up on her tiptoes and kisses my shoulder before stepping away quickly and pulling on her own.
Ollie turns and grabs a huge mixing bowl, getting started on something while I stand, useless. Cook chuckles, her belly shaking with her, and I grin.
“Well, child, what can ye do?” She shoots me a look that makes me question if she’s asking about in the kitchen or in the bedroom.
“Uh, I make a mean chili.”
“Chili?” Ollie questions, head cocking.
“It’s a human dish, a type of hearty stew with tomatoes and lentils instead of potatoes and carrots. It’s good.”
“Sounds delightful,” Cook says and she rustles around in a cabinet, emerging with paper and pen. “Give me the ingredients, and we can make a test batch.”
I smile at her willingness to try something new. Lots of Fae are stuck in their ways.
As I write, Ollie says, while stirring, “Cook, can you escape after dinner? Lu too?”
“Why, lassie?”
“Girls’ night at the Fiddle.” She grins.
Cook chuckles again, “Oh, for that, aye, I can get my tasks done. Swing by a half hour after dinner and I’ll be ready.”
The rest of the time in the kitchen passes easily.
Cook is a tease; she reminds me of my magical mentor.
I find myself smiling as I move from one task to another, helping preserve berries and starting bread.
Ollie’s energy relaxes the longer we are here and that pleases me.
She’s competent in the kitchen which I am somewhat surprised by.
Though, I suppose, she did live in the woods alone for years. I need to give her more credit.
When she passes behind me to get the small clay jar of sea salt, she places a hand on my waist. Without thought, I twist and place a kiss on her temple. Her movement pauses and concern flutters in my chest. I did something wrong.
But Ollie’s arms come around my waist and she presses her body to mine, leaning the side of her face against my back.
My body slowly relaxes into her.
“Finnick,” she says, barely audible, “Why do you seem so scared of me?”
My eyes flick across the kitchen, where Cook is humming to herself as she mixes cake batter.
“I’m not scared of you beloved,” I respond softly.
I pause, trying to unjumble my thoughts.
“It’s complicated,” I blow out a breath, “And you are my betrothed; we are to marry. I want you to care for me, so I’m trying to do right by you.
And... I like you. A lot, Ollie. Plus I’m trying to find my place in your life, in your bed, in your heart, all of which are rather full already.
Add to that a lifetime of being told I’m wrong or not doing something the way my brothers would and.
..” I trail off, suddenly concerned I said too much.
Oleander slips around my body, arms still around me.
I slowly wrap mine around her as she gazes up at me.
When I finally meet her steely gaze she says, “I chose you out of your brothers. I’ll marry you.
You’ll be my King-Consort, and you’ll always have a place in my rather full bed.
” Her hands press against my back harder, pulling us closer.
Her voice drops, huskier, “And any correction I give you will be done with love and praise.” She quirks a white eyebrow at me and my body responds, cock hardening.
She grins, looking slightly evil, and takes my hand and tugs me into one of the pantry closets.
She shuts the door and spins back to face me.
“Now. I do think you need a correction, husband. Keeping secrets from me,” she tsks, shaking her pretty head, hair half pinned up, the rest loose down her back. “Pull your cock out.”
I blink, suddenly a bit worried. But I do as told, loosening my breeches and pulling out my semi-hard cock.
“Stroke yourself,” she commands simply.
I take a shaky breath.
“Here? Now?” I ask, but my hand fists around my dick.
She tosses me an arch look, every inch a queen. “My directions were clear.”
I gulp as I nod and start to slide my hand up and down my cock.
She steps closer, and to my shock, drops to her knees directly in front of me. Her eyes stare at me, but she’s still and silent.
“Pull your foreskin back,” she says simply. “I want to see your slit weep.”
Oh holy shit.
I do as told, pulling back my darker green foreskin, exposing the paler head of my cock.
“Good boy.”
Those words from my little wife light a line of heat directly to my cock. She watches me silently as I get dangerously close to blowing my load.
“Ollie...” I gasp, hand slowing, not wanting to paint my pleasure across her face. Well, I do want that, but not without her commanding it.
“I did not say stop,” she snarls. “Continue. Don’t finish,” she orders, still on her knees staring at me.
Shit.
I look up at the ceiling, away from her gorgeous face in front of my cockhead, stroking as ordered and breathing slowly, trying to think of something that will keep me from finishing. Something, anything, not my Ollie’s mouth so near to my dick.
I continue to struggle and I’m not sure I’ll be able to obey for much longer when, suddenly, blessedly, my wife commands me.
“Stop. Grip your base and be still.”
I do, panting, looking down again to see what she is going to do.
Her hand rises and she uses her first finger to swipe up through the mess that’s dripped from me.
She rolls her finger around the ridge of my head, dragging my seed around it.
She places her wet finger up near my now pulled-back foreskin.
She rubs and plays and I groan, but I cannot figure out her intent.
When her little finger finally slips under my tight foreskin, I gasp. She eases it back towards my head, her wet finger feeling incredibly intimate. Once it’s back to the end of me, she swirls her finger around, teasing and playing. She peeks up at me with a mischievous look on her face.
It does me in. “Ollie... I’m gonna...”
She giggles, yanking her finger out, causing me to shiver, goosebumps rising. She leans in and takes the head of my cock into her wet mouth.
I dig my fingers into my palms, both to keep from grabbing her head and to try not to finish, not sure if I have permission.
She purrs, mouth vibrating around me, and makes a sound as she looks up into my eyes.
“Shit!” I yell, as I start to cum in her mouth, without her doing anything besides hold me carefully between her lips.
My seed shoots out hard as my eyes shut with the force of my orgasm. I pant, hips rocking despite my best efforts to be still, as I finish.
I’m still panting, eyes pinched shut, as her mouth drops my cock unceremoniously. She stands smoothly, placing her hands on my shoulders. Her mouth lands on mine, and I kiss her fiercely.
When I realize her intent, my body goes lax in shock. I open my mouth to her as she kisses me whilst working my cum into my own mouth. She makes happy noises as she does.
She leans back, dropping down from her tiptoes.
“Now swallow, husband.” She says sweetly.
I do, eyes wide and cock hardening.
“What a good boy. See?” She grins. “My corrections aren’t that bad, are they, Finnick?”
She snuggles into me, the dim of the closet and Cook’s humming filtering in strangely comforting. I think Ollie and I both needed this. I kiss the top of her white hair as I sigh contentedly.
“Should we get back out there and help Cook?” I suggest in a near whisper.
Ollie nods, her soft body molded to mine. “We should. Make sure to scrub in again though,” she says, voice wobbling with amusement.
“WHEN ARE YOU LEAVING?” Lonan asks, and I wonder if everyone can hear the worry in his voice. My eyes meet Kai’s. He shakes his head minutely, clearly telling me I should not say anything. I pull my lips in between my teeth as I struggle not to smile.
Lilac grumbles, “Right after dinner apparently. Rosie is ecstatic that I agreed to go with.”
Tazi, the tiny dragonfly shifter, nods excitedly. “I’m gonna get twisted.”
Ollie laughs. She turns to Engineer Zola, who is looking on like a bemused mother hen. “Will you join us, Zola?”
Zola blinks her dark eyes, smiling. “I’d love to. To the pub, correct?”
“Yup,” Tazi answers gleefully. “It’ll be Ollie, Lilac, and Rosie, Nell and Dana, you, me, Cook, and Lu. We’re gonna drink and flirt.”
“Whoa, what?” Kai rumbles, fork halfway to his mouth. His green eyes pin Ollie.
She shrugs, “Simmer down, Kai, just a little harmless flirting. I won’t even kiss anyone.”
Kai growls and Ollie giggles mirthfully as Vale looks on with an unusually benevolent look on his face. I wonder offhandedly if he’s good at sharing, unlike Kai and Lonan.
AFTER DINNER, AND SEEING the ladies off, I head to Lonan’s rooms. As I approach the doors, Kai emerges from his room.
“Ah, Finn, good. I wanted to show you something,” he says, eyes dancing away. He turns, obviously expecting me to simply follow. It makes me want to roll my eyes, but I learned when I was young not to let that kind of emotion show.