Oh, for Seelie’s sake, I try to be an honorable male, but this is beyond my strength.
“I can see the desire in your eyes, Franklin,” she whispers in a quieter, lower tone, while sliding her fist down my shaft to the base and back to the crown. “Don’t deny us what we both want.”
She’s right. She’s an adult giving me consent. A very sexy adult who wishes to jack me off to coat herself in my seed. Oh Lord! I shift her fingers so the tips rest on the vein on the bottom of my shaft, and the side of her index finger teases my most sensitive place under the crown at the end of each glide. With my hand over hers, I squeeze her to grip me harder and demonstrate the flick of her wrist at the base that I need. A few pumps, and I’m leaking over us.
“Climb on the bed,” she pants. Her pupils are blown with desire. “Yeah, straddle me like that, so every drop lands on me.”
I release her to wipe my hand on her right breast. She pumps me furiously as I suck on her left while teasing the soiled one. I never want this to end, but her little gasps and sighs are my undoing. A fireball builds at the base of my spine as I try to hold back. Her hips roll to bump my sack in rhythm with her jerks. The softness of her thighs and belly undulating against mine mimics breeding.
Visions of her round with my calves, breasts heavy with milk, fill my mind.
“I’ll be your everything,” I whisper in her ear as I release the first rope of seed. I doubt she can hear me. My throat is raw from all the talking we’ve done tonight. My useless vocal cords are swollen and make it difficult to gulp air.
White dots cloud my vision as my eyes cross. My brain blanks and misfires. Her hand covers my mouth. Did I make a sound? Did I shout her name in life as I did in my head? My hips thrust at nothing over her body, spraying her from ribs to hips. Oh God, the way it sits on her skin…I sway with lightheadedness.
I mustn’t slump over and crush her, but upright on my knees, she can’t reach me. I take myself in hand and administer my cream over her breasts. She scoots downward, squeezing her eyes tightly shut, so I can spray her mouth and cheeks. Pride forces my balls to produce more and more, until they burn and ache. I admire the drips hanging from locks of her brown hair, the strings connecting her chin to her chest, the beads resting on her breasts, and the smears across her belly. Her thighs shine with our combined arousal, but I want more.
I’m feral for her, and my mating instincts are in charge of my behavior. Her legs are forced open as I climb between them. I jerk vigorously at the sight of her pink petals, flushed and ready for me, and spray them with seed. Her tiny opening is too delicate for the beast I’ve become this evening, so I use my fingers to coax it inside her. One-handed, I work her clit with my thumb while the other fingers stuff her with seed until her legs go rigid with her release. Only when her opening stops pulsing do I release myself and transfer the remaining fluid from my hands to her legs.
“I might not-so-accidentally break that jar,” she whispers.
Oh, for Seelie’s sake, she’s rubbing my seed over her arms. I must have missed them in my frenzy. I was too eager to get her—oh no. Did I just inseminate her? Could she carry my calf without our actually having sex? What have I done?
Nothing that can be undone.
“Please don’t leave,” she whispers.
I kiss her thoroughly instead of answering. What am I supposed to say? I’m a prisoner. She’s a princess. I’m surprised alarm bells aren’t ringing that the prisoner has escaped his cell. They could have a raging bull thundering up and down the hallways, destroying their priceless art and beautiful tapestries. Instead, the bull chose to ruin their most precious work of art…their princess. It may mean I’m a bastard, but I’m not sorry…
I’d do it again…even if she’s pregnant…especially if she’s pregnant…
And just like that, I’m rock hard for her again.
“Let’s fill this,” she says, dangling her jar at the end of my nose. “For my mind wants to try to take you…but my body just can’t summon the energy to do it.”
CHAPTER NINE
LILYFAIR
Ibolt upright after a nightmare. Fire alarm bells toll. The village is ablaze, and the guards fight with our subjects. Father was nowhere to be seen, and nobody was calling for him. They were calling for me…
A deep grumbling from my left reminds me of how I was able to sleep soundly enough to dream. My sheets cling to me as if glued by myhealth cream. This is why I never bathe at night and apply it before bed. Franklin’s chest has patches of driedhealth creamfrom where I cuddled against him through the night. Oh, that’s not good, especially now that I know it’s his seed. He will want another bath. I wonder if we can fit one in before Rosemary wakes.
If those blasted alarm bells don’t wake her first.
Is the village really on fire? Was my dream my mind’s way of warning me that we’re under attack? Attack by whom? We haven’t been at war since before I was born. According to Father’s meetings with the scouts, the orcs are fighting amongst themselves over their hucow. The goblins are planning an attack on the hucow sanctuary, but their fence is reengaged, so thegoblins missed their window. Could it be the wizards, witches, or centaurs?
Father did suggest that the wizard taverns go dry…
The sheets tug at my skin because—oh my—because I’m wearing nothing underneath. How decadent! I leave them coiled around my body as I rush to the window. Not a soul is on the dirt road beyond the moat. The bakery windows glow in the morning fog, but otherwise, the businesses along the road are quiet. I lift myself onto the windowsill and press my face against the cool glass to check the horses in the livery. If there were an attack, they would be out of their stalls and carrying soldiers. Two chestnut horses with white crests on their heads eat from the hay bales on their stall doors. The fog is so thick that I wouldn’t be able to see them without the contrast in their coloring.
A wheeze behind me beckons me back to bed, but my bed is empty. Franklin balances his linen shorts low on his hips with the laces open. It smacks me in the face that our night together is over. He must sneak out of the castle before the guards find him. If he is to survive with the freedom I want him to have, he must run now.
“It’s selfish for me to keep you another moment,” I whisper, tucking my sheet tighter around me. “If I dragged you before my father, revealed that I know the secret of myhealth cream’sorigins, and asked to keep you in my rooms, would you go along with it?”
He tilts his head and looks to his shuffling feet, which I’ve learned means I’ve made him uncomfortable. “Okay then,” I say, sucking my pride back inside through my teeth. “Let me dress, and I’ll show the secret tunnels to help you get out alive.”
He meets me at my wardrobe, blocking me from the doors. His giant palm cups my cheek. Soft kisses land on my cheeks, eyelids, nose, and finally my lips. I can’t help but melt into him. He’s so strong. Even with guards crawling all over the castle, hispresence is what makes me feel safe. Not only can loving him keep my disease at bay, but it also fills my life with joy. His risk to visit me here, instead of running for his freedom, shows me he listens to me because he’s interested, not because he was stuck in a cell.
