“And I would be your consort? Or would you marry me in the ways of my people? And then, what if, after many years of marriage, your mate finds you? Would you leave me?”
“Sevarin, that's not going to happen.”
“Then you'd deny your mate?”
“All right, enough. Let's do this your way. If we fall in love, we will amend our contract. You can set your terms. Whatever makes you comfortable.”
“Anything at all?”
“Yes.”
“You'd do that?”
“Of course. But we're not there yet. Damn it, Sevarin. You're taking all the fun out of falling in love.”
I snorted. “Fun? This isn't fun. It's an up and down flight that makes me want to throw up half the time and scream with joy the rest.”
“It isn't fun?” Falken scooped me up and carried me out of my guest room. “How about now?”
I laughed as he ran down the hallway and into the royal apartments, on a path straight to his bed.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“You've made me act foolish,” I whispered as Falken undressed me.
“I’ve made you foolish?” He tossed my pants aside and unbuckled his belt. “You're not the one who went running out of the dining hall after his lover. You made me a fool in front of my entire court.” He kicked off his boots.
“I didn't ask you to follow me.” I unbuttoned his pants while he worked on his shirt.
“Nor did I ask you to—” Falken frowned. “How did I make you foolish?”
“I should have left. Staying is foolish.”
“Ah, I see.” He flung away his shirt, kicked off his pants, and picked me up to lay me on the bed. “So, I've made you foolish by convincing you to stay.” He took the bottle of oil from the bedside table and oiled his cock, the slick sound of it making me shiver. “What a scoundrel I am.” He crawled onto the bed and wedged himself between my legs.
Grinning, I slid my hands over his shoulders and pulled him closer. But Falken had other plans. Instead of going up, he went down, his mouth finding the tip of my cock and sucking it in. As he savagely consumed me, I cried out and writhed. Myhands went to his head, and my legs spread wider. Sensation slammed its way up my body until I arched my back, and squeezed my nipples in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. The tips of my ears were hot and that heat spread downward. A flush colored my chest.
Meanwhile, Falken watched me, his eyes locked on my face as he moved up and down my length. It was the tenderness in his gaze, so at odds with his greedy movements, that sent me over. I clutched at his head and shouted as I released into his mouth.
Falken kept me in his wet heat until I collapsed on the bed, my arms and legs flopping outward. With a feral look, he drank me down and then sat up, licking his lips as he watched me shiver. Languidly, I lifted my hand to play with my nipple.
A savage cry rumbled past his bared teeth as he grabbed my legs, hoisted them up, and settled them on his shoulders. A slippery tip rubbed my entrance as my half-lidded gaze fastened on his face and the primal look that had taken hold of it. Despite his need, Falken slipped in and out of me slowly, little by little, until he opened me enough to go deeper. My lethargy left in a sudden rush of passion, and I gripped his forearms, locked to either side of me.
“Falken.” I slid my hands up his arms to grip his shoulders.
He slowed and lost the savage look. “Do you need me to stop?”
“No, I want to share something with you.”
Falken lifted an eyebrow. “You're sharing quite a lot with me.”
“You offered me assurance about our future tonight. That means a lot.”
He went still, his flesh pulsing inside me with the need to move. With gentle movements, he brought my legs down and then eased on top of me, holding himself up on his forearms. “It means a lot that you stayed.”
“Yes, but I want to give you something to assure you in return.”
“You don't have to give me anything. I should have noticed how much you were already giving.”
