“Yes and?—”
“Hard pass.” She tries to close her legs. I don’t let her. “I am not putting mystery Fae flower juice anywhere near my?—”
“It’s warming,” Kieran continues to rub the oil between his fingers. “Enhances sensation. Perfectly safe.”
“Warming.” She stares at him. “You want to put somethingwarmingin my ass.You.The man who is literally made of ice.”
“The temperature contrast is part of the appeal.”
Finnian, from the water, makes a sound that is absolutely a suppressed laugh.
“Absolutely fucking not.”
Kieran looks at me. “She’s going to say yes.”
“I know,” I say.
“I’mright here,” Ash says.
“We know,” we say together.
She opens her mouth. Closes it. Looks between us with the expression of a woman who is aware she’s outnumbered and is deciding whether to die on this hill. If she wanted to, we’d let her.
She does not die on this hill.
“Fine.” She points at Kieran. “But you’re testing it on yourself first.”
Dead silence.
Kieran blinks once. Well that backfired on him.
“I’ll test it,” I say. “On me first. So you know it’s safe.”
Ash blinks. “You’ll...what?”
“Put it on my cock.” I shrug. “If I don’t burst into flames, it’s fine.”
She stares at me.
I stare back.
The thinking part of me, which has been offline for approximately ten minutes, tries to get a word in about what I just volunteered for. I decline to hear it. Mainly because her pussy is in my face and I can smell her want, her heat, and honestly I’d do anything to push inside her wet heat.
I wrap my fist around myself and coat my cock with the oil and stop thinking about it.
The sensation is immediate. The heat spreads through me. My eyes roll and my balls clench. Bad idea, I’m gonna explode.
“What’s wrong with your face?” Ash asks.
Words. What even are words? “So good.” I peel my hand off my cock and try to breathe.
“Let me see.” She sits up and reaches for me and I let her wrap her hand around my shaft. Her eyes go wide. “Oh. It’s...tingly.”
“Sure.” I grit my teeth as she strokes. “Tingly.”
“And warm.” Another stroke. I’m going to actually die. “That’s kind of nice actually.”
“Really glad it meets your—” She squeezes and the rest of that sentence stops existing.
