Chapter Forty-Two
Ash
“I look ridiculous.”
I stared at myself in the full-length mirror beside the wardrobe—specifically at the brown and gold doublet I was being forced to wear over my forest green shirt.
Even Nua had said I couldn’t just wear a shirt and trousers for my coronation. I’d begged the tailor to keep it as simple as possible, and she’d agreed, sort of. The pale gold panels were decorated with delicately stitched oak leaves in a deeper gold shade, and the brown fabric was only lightly textured.
Still. It was a doublet. I eyed myself dubiously. My dark brown leather trousers and boots were normal, at least.
In the mirror’s reflection, I saw Lonan stride back into the bedroom from the bathroom, fiddling with his cuff, and I was instantly distracted as I turned around to stare at him.
I’d asked the royal tailor to replicate Lonan’s ceremonial unseelie armour, and the outcome was very close—though the accents were gold, not silver, and the fae told me she hadn’t been able to resist embossing the outlines of oak leaves on some sections of the leather in my honour.
Lonan had seemed to like it, pouncing on me with a grin after it was delivered to our room.
It hugged his lean body and made his skin look even paler. Only if I looked closely could I see the unusual pattern of his branch leg through the leather.
He’d braided the top third of his hair back, the pointed tips of his ears peeking sweetly through the black strands. His blades were strapped to his back and at his hip, as well as the dagger I’d given him. And he was smiling widely—still a rare sight—as he stood in front of me and smoothed his hands down the front of my doublet.
“You look so handsome,” he told me in his husky voice, his eyes darkening as they trailed down my frame. I had to wear my shirt tucked in for this, and the doublet wasn’t long enough to cover the bulge of my dick in my leather trousers.
Especially when it twitched as his eyes fixed on it.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I rasped, turning back to the mirror and trying to pat down my hair. “I’m nervous enough as it is.”
Lonan’s fingers tangled with mine, and he pulled me away from the mirror and towards one of the armchairs in front of the fire. With a gentle push, I was thudding back into it. My breath caught when Lonan dropped to his knees in front of me, his leather armour creaking.
“I’ll calm you down,” he said solemnly as his long fingers swiftly undid the lacing on my trousers, but he shot me a tiny smile.
“Fuck.” My dick was already stiffening rapidly, but I darted nervous eyes to the door. “Jora will be here to get us—”
“You think this will take me long?”
Fuck. He was right. He could get me to come annoyingly fast when he did this, though he usually chose to draw it out until I was practically begging.
My thighs tensed when long fingers pulled out my cock and gave it a loose stroke. Lonan’s black eyes were hooded as he stared at it, then slowly lifted his gaze to meet mine.
“Do you know how badly I wanted to do this when I collected you for that dinner at the palace?” he rasped, leaning in to kiss the tip.
I let out a hoarse laugh, but it cut off with a hiss when he glanced up at me and licked the sensitive V on the underside, making me jerk.
“All I could think about on the walk to the palace was pressing you up against a tree and getting on my knees,” he continued, making my cock buck in his loose grip. “I’d already imagined it so many times.”
My breath shuddered out of me when Lonan’s hot mouth engulfed the head of my dick. I gripped the armrests of the chair so I wouldn’t reach for his head and mess up his hair. I groaned helplessly when he moaned and sucked the rest of my cock into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing.
He’d been determined to learn how to take all of me, and he’d succeeded. I bit down on my lip hard when he swallowed and his throat tightened around the head of my dick, but it didn’t keep me quiet. When he swallowed again, I groaned raggedly before he pulled back and circled the tip with his hot tongue. His hands slid up my thighs through my leathers before his thumb dipped past the undone lacing to stroke my balls.
“Shit,” I gasped, fingers twitching with the urge to fist his hair.
Lonan moaned and started bobbing his head, fingers wrapping around the base of my shaft to stroke in time with his sucking draws. He was merciless, sucking me so hard and fast I struggled to breathe. I panted frantically, hips twitching as I tried desperately hard not to thrust them up off the chair to plunge deeper into his mouth.
My head fell back against the chair, but I forced myself to raise it again so I could look down and see Lonan in his sleek black armour sucking me off, as feverishly as he had that very first time under the tree on unseelie land.
When he moaned again and his free hand dropped down to grip the outline of his hard cock through his black leather trousers, my balls wrenched up painfully fast.
“Oh fuck—”