He untangled himself from Ever’s embrace, cock aching and bond singing. Ever asked for the bed, so he went on the bed, ridiculously comfortable and just the right amount of soft. Bo stretched out on his side, sneakers gone, somewhere, his shirt sticking closer to his skin thananyof Bo’s shirts did, and his chin propped on his hand to watch Ever with a small, hungry smile.
“Wicked kelpie don’t bring gentlemen home for a mere taste of the river, my poor, chaste human.” Ever’s eyes locked on Bo’s as he pulled off his own shirt, taking his time with it like the fucking tease he not so secretly was. Lean lines and golden skin. Immodest as fuck, slipping off his pants and kicking them aside. “But don’t be frightened, sweet.”
“Don’t fear the river?” Bo licked his lips, unable–unwilling–to look away from Ever when the kelpie moved closer.
Fingers over his cheek, whisper soft skin and nails that could cut. But didn’t.
“You needn’t, my Bo. Not you.” Low words, rough at the edges. “There are pleasant ways to drown.”
Fuck. Bo licked his lips, losing track of his lines.“Something something fuck me senseless,”right?
“I’m at your mercy,” he said, words coming breathy with need.
“Lie on your back for me?” Ever leaned in, knees against the bed, hand on Bo’s calf, trailing upward over soft fabric. “Let me make you more comfortable. Get you out of these.”
Like hell was Bo going to say no to that offer. He pressed his leg into Ever’s warm touch even as he shifted to sprawl on his back properly.
“Vile seducer,” Bo said by way of non-existent protest, lifting his hips to urge Ever on. “Tempting me with sweet hospitality.”
Both hands, now, to his calves, his knees, his thighs. Not that Bo noticed, distracted by the sight of naked, hard Ever leaning over him, full lips parted in a sigh as hefinallyhooked his fingers over Bo’s waistband and dragged his pants down.
Bo pushed himself up on his elbows to grin at him. And, yeah, Bo’s shirt had finished its transformation to skintight and thin, clinging to him and hiding nothing.
“A confection,” Ever murmured, sitting back on his heels to get an eyeful. Now, when he stroked Bo’s legs, it was bare hands to naked skin, leaving trails of shivering heat in his wake. “My sweet Bo.”
“All yours, badass kelpie.” Bo indulged, shifting toward that touch, electric and his. Just for him. “Yours when modest and ravished and everything in between.”
Their bond radiated wonder and want, that fragile hope and trust Bo didn’t think he’d ever get used to.
“Your kelpie. How could I possibly resist you?”
Ever’s kiss was a question, his mouth soft and parted lips seeking, tasting like snowmelt and crisp nights.
Bo held on to it all, gripping Ever’s hair to tug him in, deepen the kiss. Greedy, and Bo gave not a single fuck about it. Heard him whimper at the graze of Bo’s teeth, those slender hands going tight on his thighs.
Yeah. Bo was going to hear Ever make that noise again. In that moment, later, whenever, he’d hear it again.
“I … wish to watch you.” Ever breathed the words against Bo’s lips. And at fuckinglast, he wrapped his hand around Bo’s cock for sure, slow strokes. “To see you ready yourself for me while I touch you. Indulge a wicked kelpie, sweet?”
Bo heard him. He really did. He heard Ever asking over his whimper, the shift of sheets under him as he tried–failed–not to fuck up into Ever’s hand. Not that Ever made it fuckingeasy, meeting each restless rock of Bo’s hips with firm, slow pressure.Fuck.
Arching up, Bo groaned, unsurprised when the bed rose with him, tucked up under the small of his back. Faerie wasn’t with them in the kings and sacrifices sense. But it was still around.
“Obscene, insatiable kelpie.” An orchid unfurled at Bo’s fingertips, slick oil in its cupped petals, because why the fuck not. “I’m helpless against you, wicked as you are. You won’t think less of me for being so easily seduced?”
Play. A game that left Bo whimpering, his now-slick fingers drifting down, back, the bed moving with him. Left Ever panting, eyes moon-bright and lips parted to show the sharpness of his teeth.
“You’re in a kelpie’s bed. You’re meant to be seduced.” Ever’s voice shook, for all that his hand remained steady, the shift of his wrist sure. “You remain dressed. Chaste. Why deny us both your pleasure?”
Trapped in a kelpie’s bed, trapped between jerking up into Ever’s hand and fucking down against the slick pressure of his own fingers. In the grove, wrapped up in worship and sacrifice, Ever’s touch had been gentle and slow. Here, Bo knew himself. No hesitation.
“Lured to a kelpie’s bed, tempted by your touch.” A shift of his shoulders and Bo groaned, tight around his own fingers. “With promises of the river inside me.” Bo bit off a whine, back arched and thrusting closer to Ever. Because he could. Because Ever wanted him to. “Of beingclaimed.”
Eyes unwavering on Bo, Ever reached for the orchid. Another one? Fuck if Bo knew, his legs sprawled over Ever’s thighs, breaths coming hard, then harder at the sight of Ever fisting his own cock as he stroked Bo.
“Yes.” A low, encouraging growl instead of whispered pleas. “You’ll be mine, sweet. Claimed and kept. Would you like that? To feel me taking you?”
“Yeah.Yes.” A third finger, deep and slow, more greed than necessity. It took all his willpower not to sayyes, fuck, now.Not when playing the fluttering unicorn bait in a skintight t-shirt while fucking himself open. “Please. Need tofeel you, kelpie. Spread out for you, ready to be taken, stolen pure to your bed. Untouched.” Untouched and on display, driving himself higher. “Please? Show your chaste, sweet human what it means to know the river.”
