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Grabbing his wrist, I tugged his hand closer, groaning when he pushed one finger inside. “Keep going. I’ll tell you if it hurts.”

“Simon,” he breathed, capturing my lips again.

He was careful as he stretched me, a little hesitant thanks to his inexperience, but I didn't care. He was touching me. It was all I wanted.

For a little while, anyway. Eventually, I got frustrated and pushed his hand away. “I’m good. In me. Now.”

He groaned against my mouth, his expression pained. He was close to losing it. I seriously loved bringing him to the edge like that.

I wrapped my legs around his hips as he slicked up his cock with oil, dragging him closer until he was above me, his pupils blown and his breathing heavy. I had always made the first move, sinking onto his cock and riding him to get us started, so he stared in fascination as I pulled my knees to my chest and he pushed inside me for the first time. My eyes rolled back as that perfect dick stroked along all my sensitive spots, my legs tightening to hurry him along when he moved too slowly. We could do slow later. I wanted him now.

“Fuck me, Feigrind,” I demanded.

He seated himself fully inside me and shifted to rest on his elbows, bringing his face closer to mine. When he captured my mouth, it was in a sweet kiss, one that made my chest tight and my soul reach out for his. Tears pricked my eyes, though I wasn’t sure why, and emotion overwhelmed me.

“No, kolrav. I will not fuck you. From now until eternity, I will only make love with you. Because you are precious to me, and deserve only the best of what I can offer.”

I stared up at him, stunned silent for the first time in my life. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. I didn’t know what to do with it. Thankfully, he didn’t make me answer him. He dipped his head, drawing me into another sweet kiss, and his hips began moving, knocking all sense from me.

His thrusts were perfect, hitting my pleasure spot each time. I mewled into his mouth, lifting my hips to meet his in a plea for more. He gave it to me, fucking me harder and faster, until I was keening from pleasure overload and desperate to come. I felt my breath catch in my chest, felt myself teetering on the edge of an explosive release, when Feigrind’s hand wrapped around my cock. He stroked it only once before I embarrassed myself yet again and came without warning. The pleasure overwhelmed me, and I swore I stopped breathing for a moment. Feigrind followed soon after me, muffling his shout against my neck as he filled my channel with his cum. I shivered at the thought and clenched around him, making him gasp and groan against me.

We were both out of breath, sticky from my release, and sweating when Feigrind finally lifted his head. He brushed his fingers through my hair and kissed me with that same softness of before, murmuring against my lips.

“Thank you, Simon. For choosing me.”

Twenty-Two

SIMON

Iwoke up to an uncomfortable breeze, thanks to the rip in the tent lining. I frowned, snuggling deeper into the furs, and I was going to drag Feigrind on top of me to keep me warm when I realized he wasn’t there. I sat up with a frown, looking around. I knew he woke up a lot earlier than I did, but it was getting annoying how often I woke without him. I attempted to go back to sleep on my own, but the breeze was just chilly enough that I couldn’t, so eventually I got up to pull on some clothes. The tent was still a mess after my tantrum the night prior, and I didn’t feel the least bit guilty about it. Maybe I would have if he didn’t sneak off every morning.

He came in right as I tugged my boots on. I scowled at him, but he was used to my morning moodiness by now. He set the bowls of food he’d obviously gone to get for us on the table and scooped me up, putting me in his lap in front of the table so I could use him as a chair. I startled a little, looking over my shoulder at him.

“What are you doing?”

“You seemed to enjoy sitting like this when you first got here. I want to make you happy,” he murmured, nuzzling his face against my neck.

I melted. It was seriously hard to stay mad at him when he seemed determined to say such sweet things all the time. Still, I did my best to try. I poked him in the side and forced something resembling a scowl onto my lips.

“I don’t like waking up alone.”

That got a smirk out of him. “You don’t like waking up at all. I’d bet you’d sleep the day away if you could.”

I stuck my tongue out at him. Technically, he wasn’t wrong. I enjoyed sleeping, especially when I was wrapped in his arms and warm. Sitting on his lap had basically the same effect on my mood, so I settled and took the bowl of food when he offered it, snuggling against him with a sigh.

“Orthorr wants to speak with you after you’ve eaten,” he said between bites of his own food.

I made a face. Sitting wrapped up in Feigrind’s arms made me happy. Meeting with annoying clan leaders did not. I didn’t do well with authority figures. If the guards in town weren’t visiting the brothel for sex, they were there to cause trouble. I wanted more than a few hours to relax before having to deal with anything like that.

“Do I have to?”

He tipped his head with a frown. “No… But it would be kind.”

“I’m not kind,” I shot back with a scowl. “I don’t care to hear what he has to say.” He probably wanted to berate me for making that challenge. Or maybe for killing several people. They deserved it, and three were trying to rape people, but for some people that wouldn’t matter.

Setting his food down, Feigrind took mine and put it aside as well before wrapping himself around me again. My indignation settled, and I turned in his arms, straddling his lap so I couldbury my face against his neck. Now that I was with someone who liked to cuddle me, I found myself seeking it out whenever I could. I liked the way he held me without expecting sex from the touch. Not that I’d say no to sex with him, but it was nice that it wasn’t the first thought on his mind.

“I need to speak with him,” he murmured, running his nose along my neck. “I need to claim you properly. But I don’t like being away from you. Leaving to get breakfast took too long. I would ask that you come with me.”