Chapter 43
Keelo
With my free hand, I fumble for my breeches, dragging them into my bedroll and wrapping them around my cock so I won’t stain the blankets. The rough fabric is a balm to the almost-unbearable intensity of the pleasure building along my spine.
They’re touching mouths again. I can hear the absurd wetness of it. My back arches, my muscles spasming, and I come in long spurts that send my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
There’s a length of several heartbeats when I can’t do anything but breathe. Then my consciousness snaps back into place, and I freeze, straining to hear any signs of them having noticed me spilling into my own breeches.
They’re both silent, their bodies entwined until it’s impossible to see where one begins and the other ends, encased as they are in shadows. Then Eot growls.
The sound makes me jump. He so rarely does it.
“Consider this your warning, Halley. I need you to think very carefully about what you want, and if you say you want me, you’d better mean it. Because I don’t intend to let you change your mind.”
“And Keelo?” she asks, sliding off Eot’s lap and straightening her clothes.
My heart is beating so hard I can barely hear anything over the sound of blood in my ears.
Eot remains where he is, seated on the sand. He stretches his legs out before him, crossing them at the ankles and looking more relaxed than I remember having the luxury of feeling.
“If Keelo thinks I can’t smell his cum, he’s deluding himself,” Eot says. He looks over his shoulder, straight at me, his eyes flashing gold in the dark. “Keelo is mine too, whether he’ll admit it or not.”