An offering. All but exposed. Held and shaking, hooded eyes on Ever, his kelpie.
Ever, who wanted to worship, and Bo, bound for the taking, magic snaking over his body as surely as the vines themselves.
“Yours,” Bo managed, his voice breaking. “Your Bo. Your Summer King. Fuck,Ever.”
The air fucking crackled.Summer King, and Ever, stepping between vines and shaking thighs. His hands, clawed, skated up Bo’s ankles, his knees, his hips. Bo’s breath caught as Ever explored him, hands fuckingeverywhere.
Ever’s lips followed suit, a hot line up Bo’s side, along his scar, wrenching another low cry from him.Everywhere. His hands and mouth and eyes taking in every inch of Bo. And Bo laid out for him by Faerie, there to be explored.
Vanilla and crumbling wood. Snowmelt bright and chilled on his tongue. Bo arched toward Ever with a sigh, rewarded with his weight, warm and wonderful. A slender vine snaked around Bo’s hips, pinning him back against the moss.
Teeth to his collarbone. Tongue at the curve of his throat. Hand hot against his sides.
“Your kelpie,” Ever breathed, an unsteady whisper against Bo’s ear. “Your acolyte.”
His to be touched by.
That noise again. Keening. Rough.
His to behadby.
Teeth at his ear.
His his his. Theirs.
“Mine,” Bo whispered, raw. The word too big for his mouth. Shivering, but he’d not stopped since the first brush of ivy around his ankle. “My acolyte. Kiss me? I want to taste you.”
Tension Bo hadn’t realized was there eased at his words. Swept up in the taste of old shadows and older magic on his tongue, Bo’d forgotten that the relationship between Ever and being forward was tenuous at best.
There and gone with the press of Ever’s eager mouth to Bo’s, his loose shirt evaporating into the summer-thick air. Ever’s lips were warm and soft, the thick fall of his hair hiding them both. Shirtless and freckled, kissing Bo like if he didn’t, he’d never be allowed to again.
“Bo,” Ever whispered, hovering over him, their only contact the brush of lips and Ever’s hand, light, on Bo’s hips. “Sweet Bo.”
Sweet Bo might fucking explode if he didn’t get more.
“Closer, pretty kelpie,” Bo swallowed, the words loosening Ever’s shoulders all the more. “Chest against mine. I want to feel your cock. Fuck, I want to feelyou. Everywhere.”
Ever made a soft sound of his own. A whimper, half a moan, as he trembled above Bo. Above, then against, chest to chest, hips between Bo’s spread knees. His weight settled, solid, the pressure of his cock and graze of his fingers over Bo’s thighs blazing bright and fucking perfect.
Bo groaned, the sound swallowed by Ever’s kiss as the kelpie rocked against him, tight and near and almost perfect. As perfect as they could be, when still separated by a whole layer of clothes. Fucking clothes.
“Everywhere?” Everasking. Begging. “I need to please you.”
“You already please me.” Even now, skin-to-skin and set alight, Bo knew that wasn’t going to cut it. He needed tothink. But their bond blazed with white-hot want, and Faerie’s magic sang everywhere the vines grazed.
“Bo, I–”
It took Ever’s hesitant, cut-off words for Bo to claw himself up through the undertow of their bond. He managed a breathless, “I got you, Ever. Just trying to think of something to say past, ‘holy fuck yes, more of that.’ ”
Ever laughed. A huff of breath, warm against Bo’s neck, punctuatedfantasticallywith the firm press of his hips, the teasing bastard, his cock right where Bo wanted it. Almost.
“Shall I give you room to think?” Ever whispered, a mix of hesitant teasing and seriousness.
Bo laughed too, short and a little wild, tapered to an impatient whine at the next gentle push against him.
“Your Summer King commands you to stay between his legs, acolyte of the Winter.” The last handful of words came without warning, strange on Bo’s tongue, and the vinesthrummedagainst his skin. He nipped Ever’s lower lip. “Love your hands. Your mouth. Don’t stop touching me.Needyou to keep touching me.”
The words worked, thank fuck. Bo would cobble his brain back together a hundred times over to feel that relief curling through their bond, the affection and warmth and everything else that came with it.
