The walk up to Flurry’s rooms gave me a chance to regain some composure, which I was pretty sure was a thing the gentry preferred people have. I didn’t know if there had been any other witnesses besides our escorts, but I had a feeling they wouldn’t keep it to themselves. As glad as I was to be back in the room where we’d met—hello breakfast nook and sturdy little table—I didn’t want to cause an all-out scandal for Flurry.
“Quit frowning,” he said as the doors closed. “These things happen. Or…” He blinked up at me. “Have you changed your mind?”
So insecure… I’d try to make him feel more confident soon.
I pulled him into my arms and kissed him. “I haven’t changed my mind. I just don’t want to cause a scandal or something.”
He rolled his eyes. “Believe me, I think my advisors would welcome such a thing where I am concerned.”
“Oh? Why?”
“Because I’m…” He shook his head and shrugged. “…Too tense and need to learn to relax.”
I snorted a laugh. “Well, then, let me help with that, Your Highness.”
“Ew,” he said and swatted my hands away as he stepped back. “Don’t call me thatnow.”
Grinning, I started undressing. “But, Your Highness, you deserve every ounce of respect I can give you as the most revered Prince of the Winter Court.”
I chuckled when he rolled his eyes again, but sobered when he began peeling off his bodysuit from the top down. Arousal shot through me with every inch of pale glittering skin he revealed. When he leaned on the bed to remove his boots, I remembered to finish getting naked myself. And then there we were, cocks up and staring at each other. I grinned. He looked away and blushed.
Still pretty sure he was very new to all this, I took the lead and scooped him up. He squeaked and clutched at my shoulders, but also opened up immediately when I kissed him. I backed onto the bed and held his ass in one hand as I got him sitting on my lap while I leaned against the headboard. I let him ease away when he moved and watched his gaze flick across my chest and down to my cock. His fingers were flexing in my chest hair and he was breathing faster.
“Do you still want to fuck me?” I petted up and down his thighs, feeling the strange texture of his skin.
“If you want.” He looked at me through his snowflake lashes like maybe hewasn’t sure.
I nipped at his chin and grinned. “Honey, you can do anything you want with me.”
“Honey? What happened to the reverence?”
I reached down and massaged his cheeks with both hands. “What do you want me to call you?”
He scooted closer until our dicks were nestled together between us. A breathless little sound left him when he rocked his hips, rubbing. “You… You already call me something.”
I did? Oh, yes, I did.
Leaning in, I kissed his neck and encouraged him to undulate on my lap. “Flurry,” I whispered in his ear before nibbling on the lobe.
He whimpered and nodded the tiniest bit as his fingers gripped my shoulders and he rolled his hips against me over and over again. The smoothness of his cock rode mine beautifully. I whispered his name again only to realized that snowflakes had started falling on us.
“Are you making it snow?”
He blinked up at me before alarm flashed on his face. Suddenly, he was sitting back and waving his arms sharply, smacking the snowflakes out of existence, a wicked glare on his pretty face.
“Flurry?”
“It was…unintentional.”
I chuckled and took it as a compliment. I’d gotten him so turned on, he’d accidentally made it snow. And now he was giving me one of those grouchy looks.
“Don’t be spiky. Remember how I said I liked the cold? I meant it. If it weren’t for the fact that I might get frostbite on some really sensitive places, I’d be all forfucking in a snowdrift beside a frozen lake.” I paused and grimaced. “Maybe not the lake part.”
“No lakes,” he said sternly as he scooted back to hover over my knees. “And until further notice, you’re forbidden from walking near large puddles or water troughs.”
I snorted. He forbade me… How cute.
A second later and I gasped because Flurry set a fingertip on my stomach and a trail of frost shot up the center of my abs to curl around both pecs. The bite of cold was sharp but not exactly painful. I shivered all over and watched as the tendrils circling my pecs now grew fancy leaf shapes as they covered my skin and teased at my nipples. More leaves and some flowers, too, grew along the hills and valleys of my abs, the slight sting of cold on hot flesh making me moan.
