Suddenly Selwyn stops. His free hand slaps against his forehead.
“How could I forget! I’m engaged!”
The relief on Prys’s face is almost comical.
Selwyn grins. “I can introduce you to my good friend, Fionnlagh. He’ll be delighted to take my place.”
He tilts his head towards the dark woods, and there, on the very edge of the shadows, is a person who looks remarkably like one of the giant green goblins from a pornographic anime I watched once, called Goblin Cave.
A huge, green, hulking beast of a man. Wearing only a loincloth.
Prys splutters. “That’s quite alright! I’m sure I’ll find someone!” He hastily pulls his arm free and runs back into the stone circle, disappearing amongst the dancers.
Grinning, Selwyn strides back the few steps to his brothers and returns to his place. The crowd, seeing that the drama is over, all drift away.
Dyfri narrows his eyes. “I do not owe for that.”
His voice is quiet and calm. Llywelyn is standing between him and Selwyn, but his words carry effortlessly.
Selwyn nods. “No, of course not. It was a gift, to celebrate my nuptials.”
“Agreed,” says Dyfri as he crosses his arms over his chest.
I look away so nobody sees me roll my eyes. Fey. They really can be ridiculous. I know that being beholden to someone is considered awful. Even so, do they really need to be so over the top?
My guts twist uncomfortably. I shouldn’t mock what I don’t understand. I know this. I’m better than that. This could be very serious.
Llywelyn just got Selwyn to intervene on the promise of a favour. It could be something terrible. And shit, something else has just hit me. Does Llywelyn owe Selwyn for the time he barged into the impromptu tea party and drove Prys away? Or for figuring out the omega stuff? Is Llywelyn racking up debts he can never hope to pay?
A heavy sigh escapes me. I’m never going to get the hang of this shit. I’m so out of my depth. I’m lost, without even acompass.
It is so tempting just to grab Llywelyn and run. All the way out of the palace, out of the city, away from his life. Run all the way to that cottage in the woods.
It sounds better and better every day.
Chapter thirty-four
This has to be the best way to wake up in the morning. A pert ass grinding against my cock. And even better, it is Llywelyn’s ass.
I’m really starting to enjoy his daily morning glory problem. Without opening my eyes, I move my hand towards his cock, but then I have a better idea. My hand cups his plump pec instead. He moans and rocks faster against me. Grinning, I squeeze, stroke and pull on his nipple until he cums with a soft cry.
He rolls over immediately and his hand goes straight to my very hard cock. I groan as he gives it a firm tug. Three confident strokes and I’m done. Spurting all over my stomach.
Yep. This really is the best way to start the day.
Llywelyn gives me a soft smile, then he rolls out of bed and heads for his bathroom. I groan and stretch out on the bed before reluctantly heading for my shower.
A short while later and I’m sitting at the breakfast table with Llywelyn. Sunlight is streaming through the window, there is fresh coffee and all feels right with the world.
Llywelyn picks up a crumpet-type thing and delicately smears it with butter.
“We need to work with Prys, don’t we?” he says calmly. “Shall I pretend to fall for him?”
My clever boy. It’s enough to make my chest swell with pride. Drop dead gorgeous, sexy, submissive in bed, and smart. I’m a lucky man.
I spoon some yoghurt into my bowl and take a mouthful.
“Why did you give a favour to Selwyn to intervene with Prys and Dyfri?” I say casually.
