I let out a choked moan as my cock swelled and pulsed in Lonan’s mouth. His answering groan was husky as my cum filled his mouth, his pale throat working to swallow it all. He sucked all the way up my length, making me twitch, before giving the sensitive head a final tonguing kiss before he pulled away.
He was breathing as hard as I was when he looked up at me with a tiny smile, his face flushed. “Feel better?”
I swallowed, my throat dry as I slumped back in the chair, boneless. “I will when I make you come too.”
Lonan shook his head and stood up, adjusting his straining dick in his leathers with a wince. “I can wait.”
“What?” I straightened up in the chair and reached for him. “No, I want to—”
Lonan caught my hands and raised them to his mouth to kiss my knuckles. “Later, Oak King.”
He urged me up and swiftly relaced my trousers before tucking my shirt back in. As he leaned in to kiss me, there was a soft knock on the door. I felt the blood drain from my face, so he kissed me again.
“You’ll be fine,” he murmured, before shooting me a quick grin and turning to pace in front of the fire under the pretence of adjusting his armour until his erection went away.
I swallowed and crossed the room to open the door, refraining from rolling my eyes when Jora went bright red at the sight of me.
But then she gave a tiny smile and said, “I believe this is the most dressed I’ve ever seen you, King Ash.”
I heard a tiny choked sound come from Lonan behind me before I burst out laughing. It helped to chase away some of the nerves.
“Enjoy it while it lasts,” I told her, which made her blush again.
“Are you ready?” she said with another smile. “The seelie are waiting for you.”
She’d relaxed considerably over the last week or so, coming out of her shell and seeming less terrified to talk to any of us—except Lonan, not that hetriedto scare her. He was just still cold and aloof with everyone except me, though he was more relaxed around Gillie and Nua.
I knew Jora was also doing a lot for Nua and Gillie as well as us, and I really hoped she wasn’t running herself ragged. She didn’t seem to be—she looked happier and healthier than when we’d first got here. I was sure it had been particularly unpleasant working under the Brid.
Before answering her, I looked over my shoulder and waited for Lonan to come and join me at the door. I immediately laced my fingers through his, needing the comfort. I was shitting myself.
“Yeah,” I croaked. “I’m ready.”
“The actual coronation won’t take long, King Ash,” Jora said as we walked down the hallway. “You will be presented with your crown, make your vow to the Folk and be officially declared Seelie King.”
I nodded absently, gripping Lonan’s hand tighter. Nua had told me this already and helped me with the wording for the vow I would make. It would be a true vow—an oath—so I had to be careful not to promise anything that was impossible for me to achieve. Nua told me a king had done that thousands of years ago and driven himself mad trying to fulfil his vow.
“Then it’s the banquet and the celebration,” Jora added cheerfully. “And the Folk are particularly looking forward to it because they know there’ll be no… well, slaughtering.”
I shot her a wry smile. “Definitely none of that.”
“And I instructed them to set up the banquet tables in another meadow, just as you asked.”
I smiled at her gratefully. I didn’t want to go anywhere near the meadow where the Beltane festivities had taken place and I’d watched the Brid have those six Folk murdered in front of us. I’d already ordered her oak throne there to be cut down.
Nua and Gillie were already waiting in the front hall for us. Nua was wearing a deep green tunic that matched his hair, decorated with gold thread, and a pair of the soft, looser linen trousers he favoured in light brown. The top of his hair was tied back into an intricate braided bun, the rest hanging loose down his back. It shifted like a waterfall as he fussed with the collar on Gillie’s dark grey tunic.
I noticed three little fly amanita mushrooms embroidered on the left breast of Gillie’s tunic—I knew way too much about mushrooms after living with Gillie for so long. But it made me smile.
“You look very handsome, lad,” Gillie said, then grinned at Lonan. “So do you, prince.”
I nodded absently, eyeing Nua’s hair and chewing anxiously on my lower lip.
“Should I have done something to my hair?” I blurted, reaching up to try and pat it down. I’d brushed it, but it looked like I hadn’t bothered. It was still wild and untamed.
“You look beautiful,” Lonan said quietly, squeezing my hand.
I exhaled and nodded, deciding to let it go when I noticed how many staff had gathered in the front hall. Most were smiling, but some still eyed me and Lonan warily. Mainly Lonan, which made me tense with anger.