Which explained the copious scars. "I've never seen so many before," I said, smiling up at him.
His cheeks were still dark, but he looked less ashamed of himself at last. I wrapped the hand he'd been leaking precum into around his length and pumped, watching his eyelids grow heavy and his lips part on a pant with one stroke. I reached down with the other to explore the piercings there too, and he stopped me with a grip on each wrist.
"You must rest, Miss—"
I cut him off. "Don't you dare say Nix." I squeezed the cock and balls in my hands, and he grunted, thrusting briefly before pulling me away.
"Miss Hazel," he said, voice rough but firm and lips twitching.
I sighed. There was only so far it was right to push, and I'd probably already stepped over that line. I twisted my hands in his, let him feel his own sticky arousal in my palm, and pushed him to the bed. He was obedient, although his eyes were narrowed with suspicion.
"We won't fit side by side," I said. "And I want your warmth. Lie down."
I turned to blow out the candle as Hunter pulled back the covers of the bed, its frame groaning slightly with his weight. I would've groaned too, although not as a complaint. I found him rigid and awkward on the mattress as I climbed in, but he adjusted himself for me as I worked my way to lying almost on top of him. His cock was half-hard against my hip, and my own sex pulsed slightly with the urge to grind into his hip as I settled, but he was the right height to nestle my cheek into his shoulder.
He drew the blankets up over us with his knee, and his arms circled my back, his hands resting just above my ass. "All will be well, little one," Hunter murmured, brushing his beard against the top of my head. "I will guard your safety tonight."