“Out here?” I asked in a harsh whisper, glancing at the castle behind us. “Where everyone can see?”
“I doubt anyone can see us.” He smirked. “But if by some chance they can, I’ll be sure to make it a good show.”
“Rowan,” I groaned, equal parts horny and mortified.
He slid down my body, biting at my tunic as he went, and stopped once between my legs. My erection sprang free as he pushed my trousers down my hips.
“Mm.” He ghosted his mouth over my cock. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I said, sucking in air between my teeth. His lips were so close but not quite touching. The warmth of his breath gave me chills. “You’re the only bottom for me.”
“Good.” Rowan gripped my base and peeked up at me. “’Cause I might just have to kill anyone who tries to ride you. This seat is mine.”
Unlikely he was joking. He had no trouble sharing me with other men, but he’d staked his claim on my dick. He moved his hand to my ball sac and softly rolled them in his hand. My shaft jerked in response.
“You’re trembling,” he said, the edge of his mouth lifting.
“Well, you, quite literally, have me by the balls.”
As my favorite tooth made its appearance, my body warmed for a different reason. I loved him so much it hurt. And it both broke my heart and pissed me off that anyone had ever made him feel underserving of that love.
“You must have me confused with someone else.”
Just because I’d called him beautiful.
“Ro.” My sternum squeezed. “I—”
He took my cock between his lips, and a small sound cut off my words. Words that would’ve made him feel awkward anyway, probably—or make him revert to that snarky and playful attitude he showed the world when hiding what he really felt.
I watched him take me in and out of his mouth, my chest rising and falling quicker with each glide. He swirled his tongue over my crown before licking down the underside. The wet trail he left behind ignited more chills, but the heat of his mouth created a delicious balance that had me fisting the grass beneath me.
“Take those hands off the ground,” he said, lifting his heated gaze to mine. “And put them in my hair instead.”
I did as he said and slid my fingers through the auburn strands, following the up and down motion of his head as he continued to suck me. A warm current moved down my spine and gathered at my base, eliciting a flurry of hot tingles that spread to all my limbs. The sensation had me dropping my head to the grass and closing my eyes, gripping his hair tighter.
“Gonna come already?” he asked with a pleased lift in his voice. “Guess you’re a little virgin after all.”
“It’s your fault for being so good at this.” I moved my hand down the side of his hair, following the braid he kept in place with a golden cuff. He took me to the back of his throat, and my hips jerked. “Fuck.”
As he pulled off me with a wet pop, a satisfied gleam showed in his eyes.
The look awoke something in my core. A feeling I only had when with him: the sudden urge to possess. To dominate. But this time, it was different.
I wanted to make him feel cherished. Treasured. Just like how he made me feel.
With a spark of determination driving me, I sat up, grabbed him by the shoulders, and rolled him to his back on the grass. Before he could say a word, I captured his lips, kissing him long and deep. His legs wrapped around my waist, and he grinded up into me. He still wore pants, but I felt the swell of his cock through the material.
What he also wore? A leather belt that had a billion and one things attached to it. His dagger—that he’d managed to hide from Seraphina and Borus—a flask, and a weighted pouch. I dropped my hands to the belt and undid the leather strap, the metal buckle clinking.
“Evan,” he said on an exhale, breaking from the kiss. “What are you—”
I fused our lips back together and tossed the belt aside before returning my hands to his trousers and pulling them open. As I reached inside and took hold of him, he made a small sound against my lips. Nearly every time we’d had sex, he’d rarely let me prep him. He’d gotten me worked up before pinning me down and riding me hard.
Not this time.
I kissed down his body and took him into my mouth. A surprised grunt left him before he burrowed his fingers in myhair. Pride filled my chest with his every sharp intake of air and soft groan. I licked across his slit and massaged his base, giving a little twist of my wrist as I then stroked upward.
“S-Stop, you’re gonna make me come,” he panted.
