“I caught this,” he said.
I already knew that, but he was searching for praise, his sea-green eyes twinkling with a need that felt—well, it felt familiar to me.
I couldn’t say I was skilled in every princely pursuit, but even if I had been, my brother wasking. It was easy to get lost in the shadows.
“Impressive.” I leaned in to inspect it, seared and a beautiful pinkish-white color. I glanced back at Bran through my lashes. “I’ve never seen such a large...”
In the silence that hung, Bran didn’t breathe.
“Fish.”
He groaned, then wedged his knee between my legs and shifted me into the center of his lap. I felt the nudge of his cock between my cheeks before he pulled me down. The slide of his dick into my ass made my legs shake weakly, but he spread his legs to push mine apart and dug his heels into the dirt to shift the bench back from the table for the others to watch.
“You should eat,” Bran rumbled in my ear, even as he pressed one hand across my lower belly and drew my body down on him.
He lifted a chunk of meat to my lips and I ate from his hand, licking his fingers clean before he fed me another bite. That was good—buttery and earthy and dense. I wanted more. Wanted him to want to give it to me. So I used the leverage of my legs locked behind his calves to rock my hips.
He grunted roughly. The next morsel he pulled for me was big and juicy, and while I moved, we were both clumsy. He smeared oil across my lips, but I ate it all. I’d take anything they could give me.
Anything, but?—
Bran reached between my legs. He wrapped his oily palm around my shaft, and I cried out. They’d fucked me for hours, and every nerve in my body was on fire. It was too much and not enough and?—
Fuck, Bran was merciless about it. His hand was slick, but he squeezed tight, moved fast, twisted his palm just beneath the head until the edges of my vision went dark and stars sparkled across the whole field.
I cried out when my cock spasmed in his grip, but all that came from it was a pitiful dribble at the tip. That didn’t stop the pleasure from ripping through me, and Bran growled in my ear.
“That’s it. Squeeze me just like that—” He grunted roughly, jerked me down on his cock, and then went still.
Harri and Gareth were staring, but I couldn’t be bothered to do anything more than stretch my arms across the table to catch me as I slumped into it.
“I think he might be done,” Gareth said.
“Jus’ gimme a minute,” I slurred.
Harri’s sly snicker told me I may not have made as much sense as I’d hoped.
“Keep your strength up,” Bran mumbled against my sweaty shoulder. He brought another bite of food to my lips, and Iopened up to allow him to feed it to me, but that was as good as he was getting. No way could I lift my head up for him.
I managed a few more bites and reached back to pet Bran’s thigh. “’S good,” I muttered. “Good Bran. Good fish. Swimmy fish.”
Harri choked out a laugh, and even Gareth snickered before he said, “It’s time to rest.”
He walked around the table and Bran relaxed his legs so that Gareth could slip his arm beneath my knees. He hefted me up and Bran’s cock slipped out of my ass. He hissed, and I keened, squirming against Gareth’s chest.
“Shh,” he whispered, “settle, little human.”
I snorted. I wasn’t all that small if you weren’t a dragon.
“Blake,” I said.
“What’s black?” Gareth frowned down at me, but I was pretty sure there were two of him kind of moving in and out of each other.
“No.Blake,” I said. “BlakeCaah-vendish.”
I thought Gareth’s eyes widened for a moment, but the world had gone very still. I tipped my head against his chest and closed my eyes.
“No more talk tonight,” he muttered.
