Chapter Thirty-Four
Despite the cold, my cock tingled with blood as I trudged through the dark, knowing what I was going to find when I got back to the cottage.
When a big black crow cawed loudly as it flew overhead, I grinned up at it and watched it soar ahead towards the cottage. Anticipation tightened my gut, and I walked as fast as I could through the thick snow.
I was already breathing hard by the time I burst inside the cottage. I left my coat in a heap on the floor by the front door, hopping as I tore off my boots and made my way to the bedroom. Lonan had lit the fire, and its flickering flames cast long shadows through the doorway.
My breath caught in my throat when I stepped inside. Lonan gazed back at me from the bed, his long, lean body pale in the faint moonlight streaming through the window.
He was naked, just like I’d asked. His long legs were splayed, finely muscled stomach and chest tense as he held himself up on his elbows. His cock was already hard, long and pale over his lower stomach. As my eyes snagged on it and I dragged my teeth over my lower lip, it jerked and Lonan let out a shaky breath.
I walked slowly to the foot of the bed, staring down at him as I unbuttoned my shirt. He gazed back at me silently, eyes even darker in the shadows that filled the room.
“Show me,” I rasped, repeating the words he’d said to me all those months ago.
I saw Lonan’s throat bob, his fingers twitching by his side. He was nervous, I knew. Nervous at being so exposed. So vulnerable. But he slowly moved his hand across his tense stomach and trailed long fingers up the length of his shaft, hips jerking just a little when they reached the exposed head.
I ripped off my shirt and fumbled with the lacing on my trousers, chest already heaving as I stared at him with naked hunger. There was no elegant or sexy way to peel off leather trousers in a rush, and I saw Lonan’s lips curve into a tiny smile as I grinned breathlessly at him when I finally got them over my feet.
He was fisting his cock now, pumping it firmly as his hungry eyes roamed over my naked frame. He groaned, fingers clenching tighter when I knee-walked up the bed until I was straddling his narrow hips, my cock bobbing over his stomach.
With a hand on the centre of his chest, I gently pushed him back until he was lying down fully and dipped my head to kiss him. Lonan moaned low, tongue gliding over mine as he let go of his cock to cup my balls before sliding a loose fist up my length. My hips jerked, my breaths speeding up against his lips.
When I broke the kiss to look down at him, his black eyes drifted up to the top of my head. His lips twitched.
“Still wearing your crown, oak king,” he murmured, reaching up with his free hand to tuck a curl behind my ear.
I flushed, lifting a hand to pull it off. “I forgot I still had it on.”
“No.” Lonan gripped my wrist, dark eyes flashing. “Leave it.”
I chuckled as my cock bucked eagerly in his loose grip. I glanced down at the holly crown on the floor, discarded with the rest of Lonan’s clothes.
“I would tell you to put yours back on too, but I don’t want it to hurt you.”
Lonan shook his head, releasing my wrist to twine his fingers through mine. He kissed my knuckles. “You won.”
I snorted. “You said the oak king always wins. It wasn’t a real fight.”
“Still.” He uncurled my fingers to press kisses on my palm and down the sensitive skin of my inner wrist. “Now you get your spoils, oak king. What do you want?”
My grin felt decidedly fae, wide and wicked. “What do you think?”
I started kissing down his neck to his chest, scraping my teeth on a pale pink nipple before continuing down. Lonan exhaled a shaky breath and threaded his fingers through my curly hair, black eyes watching with fierce attention.
They flared as I tilted his cock up and stroked it in a loose fist. His lips parted on a little gasp when I slid my tongue around the head, licking over his slit and groaning at the faint hint of salt.
“Ash,” he rasped when I sank my mouth deeper, sucking him in.
I lowered my gaze to focus on the sensation of him in my mouth, bobbing my head with a moan as I sucked. He moaned when my fingers trailed over his tight sac, hips tilting and thighs spreading wider.
My throat protested when I sank my mouth deeper, and I tried hard to relax it. I’d never mastered the art of deepthroating, and Lonan’s cock was long. I choked a little, throat spasming in protest when the head slipped deeper, but it was worth it for the pleasure-drenched shout he let out.
Pulling back with a gasp, I looked up at him, breathing hard. “Pass me the oil.”
Lonan’s chest heaved, and his fingers were trembling when he reached over to grab it and hand it to me. I coated my fingers and reached back to get myself ready for him as I sucked him back into my mouth.
Lonan groaned, thighs trembling. “Ash.”