Chapter Twelve #2
He turned quickly toward me and bowed deeply. “Consort Braden, I can’t tell you how sorry I am. Please forgive me.”
“I think it would be wise if you left now,” Fionn said, his voice deceptively calm, if those flashing eyes of his were any indication.
It was obviously more of a breach of etiquette than I’d realized to touch the consort of the king. Tadgh seemed shaken by it.
“Of course, Your Grace, and again, I can’t apologize enough for putting hands on your consort.
I assure you it was an accident and I meant no disrespect.
My humblest apologies.” He quickly turned then, and he and his men got on their horses, wheeled them around and rode back toward the city gates.
I still sat there, feeling mortified and wondering why Fionn seemed to be angry at me.
He stood up abruptly and took his leave from Darragh and the others, muttering something to them in their language before turning and going abruptly inside the tent, without another word.
I remained sitting there for a few more seconds and then I surged to my feet and stormed into the pavilion to confront the damned Faery. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was going to say, but whatever it might have been dried up in my throat as I noticed the rigid lines of his back.
He was standing in the middle of the small space, obviously waiting for me to come inside. He was rigid with anger, and I could practically see steam rising from his ears.
“Please tell me you’re not angry at me over something so trivial as that and something I had no control over. Did you think I enjoyed that little display? I can assure you I didn’t.”
“Let me explain something to you, Braden,” he said, his voice deceptively soft. “I’m jealous of what’s mine. And make no mistake about it…you belong to me.”
“I know that,” I said, trying to soothe him. I wasn’t crazy about the fact he was talking about me like I was some kind of possession again, as we’d had this conversation before, but he was a king and a Faery, and both were quite literally a law unto themselves.
“If I were to ever catch you allowing another man to pay you close attention,” he said, his voice dropping to the low timbre that let me know he was close to losing his mind with anger.
“To put his lips and his hands on you…I’ll take great pleasure in splitting his skull down the middle right in front of you. ”
I gasped and took a quick step backward, but he turned and reached for me, pulling me right back to him. I clutched the front of his tunic, and gazed up searchingly into his eyes,
my breath coming in little gasps. His cock was hard against my stomach, and he bent to kiss me again, using his tongue to explore my mouth thoroughly until I was completely out of breath and tugging wildly on him for air.
He relented and allowed me to take a few breaths as he dropped his hand to my groin.
“Do you hear me, Braden? There will be no other men for you. Tell me you understand me.”
“Yes, yes, I understand,” I said, gasping out the words as Fionn ruthlessly shoved down the leggings I was wearing and began to stroke me, ignoring my distressed little cries and halfhearted attempts to squirm away.
I really wasn’t trying very hard. The whimpers and squeals I was making at the rough treatment he was giving me were apparently like music to his ears and only spurred him on to greater displays of dominance. Like I knew they would.
“I’ll kill him first and make you watch, and then I’ll fuck you next to his dead body,” he muttered. I nodded mindlessly in agreement, having lost the ability to speak and probably even to listen.
“Do you understand, a chuisle? Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal clear, my lord.”
He pushed in closer and ground against me, then stuck two fingers in my mouth.
“Get them wet,” he growled. I sucked them, not because I was afraid of him, but because his breath was hot on my ear and his hand was fisting my rapidly hardening cock.
As usual, I had no resistance to him. Why would I resist him?
His attention was everything I craved. Fionn made a sound of approval before pulling his fingers away and rubbing them over the crevice of my ass.
He began to work my hole with determination and skill, and I made an airless sound. He grinned down at me.
“You’re mine,” he growled and I turned my head, baring my neck to him instinctively.
Fionn bent toward me, sucking up a huge mark, and I thought that he’d like to put those marks all over me if he could.
And he very well might before we left this pavilion again.
I knew what he wanted at that moment. He would bind me to him so tightly I’d never escape and no amount of flirting from handsome young men would ever dislodge me from his bed.
All the reservations I thought he might have had at the beginning of this thing between us were gone—irrevocably conquered by the sight of another man who had only wanted to insult him and make him jealous.
Of course, he’d seen through Tadgh’s stupid little stunt—but it had still worked.
Another man daring to touch what was his? It was never going to happen.
He plundered me with his fingers, and I screamed a little, muffled quickly by his hand on my mouth.
He quickly lowered me to the pallet and eased off my clothes, when I knew he wanted to rip them off instead.
He was afraid of hurting me in his present state.
Keeping my body pinned down with his, Fionn kept up his relentless assault on my body.
He lifted my legs to wrap around his hips, and I realized I had no chance to win this battle, nor did I even want to.
All I could do was surrender and hope for mercy.
I shouted out again, even louder this time, as Fionn pushed one finger all the way inside and crooked it to find what he was searching for.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I stiffened, spurting long streams of milky cum onto Fionn’s stomach.
I swooned as Fionn’s hand milked me for every drop, and my head went forward to nestle between Fionn’s shoulder and his neck.
I could smell the delicious, slightly floral scent that all the Faeries seemed to have.
He was so aroused at this point that it took only a few seconds for him to thrust his cock inside me and begin to pound me, hard and fast. He came as hard as I had, and his semen seeped down to land between my thighs.
Fionn held me as we both slowly recovered, his prick still twitching inside me, and his eyes gradually beginning to focus again.
He stared down at me, still joined to my body and began to familiarly handle my balls with his hand, giving me little rest or respite as he readied himself for round two.
I moaned, but he only smiled down at me as his cock slowly filled again inside me.
“Perhaps I’ll ride you until you beg me to stop,” he said, looking down into my eyes.
“Then we’d be here all night, and even longer than that. We might not even make it to my father’s service.”
“Once more then, mo chroi. For now.”