“Do you need to take your leave before the feast begins?” Fioda smirked at us as she took the sword and holly crown from Lonan. “The battle of the kings isn’t normally quite so…fraughtwith tension.”
I glanced at Lonan, still flushed, sorely tempted to grab his hand and drag him back to the palace. Or behind a tree. Anywhere out of sight.
But everyone would know why. Gillie was shooting me a leering grin, waggling his eyebrows, while Nua busied himself pouring wine, his gaze studiously averted.
I cleared my throat. Maybe Lonan and I should have our “battles”in private in the future.
“No, we’re fine,” I told Fioda, slinging my bow over my back and taking Lonan’s hand. He squeezed it subtly.
“Mm.” Fioda raised a brow and turned to head back to Mol, who was watching us with big, knowing brown eyes. “Get a drink to calm yourself down then, perhaps?”
God, this was embarrassing. All the Folk had just witnessed their king get turned on being held at swordpoint by his unseelie lover. But the embarrassment faded as I felt Lonan’s hand slip up the back of my shirt, stroking over my hot skin.
I turned to face him, pulling him into my arms so he’d be able to feel my erection. His eyes flared, his own cock giving an answering jerk.
“We’ll be doing that again later, back in our room,” I told him, voice still husky with lust.
He smirked, trailing fingertips down my spine and making me shiver. “Anotherrematch? Want to lose to me again, seelie?”
I leaned in to kiss him, smiling against his mouth. “I don’t think either of us will be losing in that scenario.”