Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
I can’t focus on anything but rubbing my cock against the leather that is like a second skin. He can feel my touch, and it gives me a thrill to see him needing it so much.
I spit in my hand and use it to add some moisture to our delicious rutting, but as I lean over him and my mouth finds his cute little ears, I lavish them with attention.
Neither of us is going to last long.
Luke whimpers, wordlessly begging me for more, and I deliver, sliding my cock against his pert ass while I squeeze him with both arms, eager to be close.
His moans and the slapping sounds of him jerking off tip me over the edge. He craves me so much even this is enough for him. I hold him, sucking on his ear as I release spunk all over his buttocks.
“I’ll be coming inside you later tonight,” I whisper.
“Yes, I wanna be full of cum,” he whines, jerking off fast. The motion spreads my cum over his outfit, making me wonder if elves with exceedingly sensitive smell will be able to tell we’ve fucked.
Luke stiffens under me, and he must have forgotten where we are, because I have to stifle his moan with my hand.
“That’s it,” I whisper, squeezing his pec as he pleasures himself. “Finish so I can lick it off your fingers.”
His body twitches in my embrace as he comes, and I love feeling his orgasm so viscerally. It’s like melting into him. For those precious seconds, there is no dubious past in which I abducted him, and no murky future in which he leaves. Just his beautiful scent, the heat of his body, and his strong heartbeat.
I grab his right hand and bring it to my lips, kissing off his seed as he’s recovering, so warm and sweet against me. There isn’t a single part of him I don’t like, and I hope that one day he might feel the same about me.
I’ve heard it said to my brother that no human can resist an elven prince or princess. Luke might be coy about staying by my side, but his actions speak louder than words.
He loves the Nightmare Realm. He’s excited to wear our fashions, taste our food, and explore the palace. He seems happy curled up in my embrace at night or lounging in the bath as we both read. I selfishly even want him to bond with the damn bat, just to give him another reason to stay. Or maybe he will fall in love with riding a kelpie and that will be the final push he needs to understand he’s better off here. At my side.
Luke turns, looking dazed when our eyes meet. “So good. Anything with you is so good,” he whispers, breathless, and kisses me with eagerness that makes my heart beat faster.
With him, I’m not a tool of death hidden away to be wielded when needed. With him, I get to be a whole person with many facets, emotions, preferences, and a voice. He wants me, not my brother.
“I will make sure you never want for anything, my darling,” I whisper and grab a clean towel from a rack nearby. I drop it to the floor once I’m done using it to wipe my mate clean, but then we’re facing one another again, and I kiss his lips, drunk on this connection I’ve never shared with anyone.
“We’re never getting to that village at this pace,” Luke says with a smile and pulls me out of the stall. “Tell me how to act around the kelpies. Do they bite?”
I put my arm around him and lead him to my favorite mount, Crab. The tall, skinny beast is somehow always dripping with water, as if it were its sweat, and as it watches me with cold, milky eyes sitting deep in its skull-like head, I have the sense it understands what’s transpired.
I push away that thought and pet it with my gloved hand. “You’re right. Time to go.”
Encouraged by my gesture, Luke reaches for the kelpie’s neck. I notice his bare skin just as he presses his palm to the beast.
The wide smile dies on his lips, and his eyes go wide in terror. He can’t stroke the kelpie’s neck. He’s stuck to it.
Luke turns to me in panic. “I forgot! I took the glove off in the… stall,” he says with his face flushing as Crab snickers, stomping his hoof. “We can unglue it, right? I’m not losing my hand because I wanted to jerk off!”
Damn it.
I pull him close in an effort to calm him and then shout, “Drustan! We need immediate assistance!”
Chapter 27
Luke
Thank fuck getting my hand off Crab only took half an hour and a generous application of seawater, not ripping skin off my palm. Drustan was nearby as soon as I needed help, which makes me suspect he was snooping on us, but I try not to think about that. He remained as silent as possible during my ordeal, not even berating me about the glove.