Page 70 of Heart’s Rescue

Arryn’s hand trails gently over my thighs, and my eyes roll back. My cock is pulsing desperately; if the little bastard could scream right now, he would. When her fingers touch my cock, I groan. It’s horribly undignified, but I can’t stop it.

“Oh!” Arryn gasps. She pulls back. “Did I hurt you?”

Embarrassment floods my cheeks, proving that not quite all the blood in my body is in my cock right now.

“No,” I say. “No. You feel good.”

I open my eyes and try to smile at her, as much as I can smile when I feel like I’m about to die of lust and embarrassment. She gives me a shy smile in return, and then her hands are tracing my cock again. I grit my teeth against making another sound.

“It’s so hard,” she says, almost in a whisper.

“Yeah,” I groan. “That happens around you.”

Her laugh is soft and sweet, like it’s come from another world. Then her fingers wrap around my shaft, her thumb rubs the tip, and I can feel my seed gathering, tightening.

“Does this feel good?” she asks.

My breath comes out in a sharp little gasp. My hips are lifting, reaching for her, and I can feel the throb of my orgasm, the crest reaching for me.

“Y-Yes,” I stammer. “Arryn, if you keep d-doing that—”

Her hand pulls back. I groan again; voids, I was close. Damningly close, just from her touch.

“Rowan?”

There’s a dirty little twist to Arryn’s voice. I look up at her, wrecked and gasping mess that I am, and make a noise that hopefully sounds something like yes?

“May I kiss it?” she asks, her dark eyes dancing above her wicked, wicked grin.

The sound that comes out of my mouth is nothing like words, but it’s clearly a yes. She tosses her hair over her shoulder and dips her head.

“Arryn,” I manage to moan. “I’m— Fuck, I’m about to—”

“Good,” she says.

She takes me into her mouth. I close my eyes and hang on. Her lips and tongue are like velvet, and I’m thinking of wine and flowers and stars and what it must be like in the Worlds Above, and then I’m dying, dying beneath her. My mind goes blank and I try to pull away, to spare her that, but she follows me, her mouth pulling me in, pulling me higher, and I shoot my seed into her with a long, low cry that somehow sounds like her name.

And then my body’s trembling with aftershocks, my vision’s a blurry mess, and I’m only dimly aware of the warmth of Arryn’s body shifting beside me. I let out a long, ragged breath.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “Fuck, fuck.”

That wasn’t at all what I’d planned. That wasn’t even on the list of things I’d wanted to do to her in this cabin. The straw mattress whispers beneath me as Arryn lies down beside me, her head tucked against my chest. My hand finds its way to her dark hair without any interference from my brain.

“Voids,” I say. “I’m sorry.”

Arryn’s head moves against my chest. “Don’t be,” she says.

Shame burns through my chest, chasing the pleasure of my orgasm out into the cold.

“I didn’t mean—” I begin, but my voice pinches and fades.

Arryn shifts again, then raises herself on her elbow to look at me. “Rowan. I knew what was going to happen.”

I make a sad sort of meh sound. Arryn huffs, then settles back into that perfect spot against my chest.

“Besides,” she says, “you might as well have a reason to keep a lady around. Stars, I can’t even make beans.”

A burst of shocked laughter spills out of my lips.

“Damn,” I say. “You have a sick sense of humor, you know that?”

Arryn makes a noise like a contented cat. I run my hands through her tangled curls.

“We make a good pair,” I whisper.

Wait, what? My eyes snap open as blood surges through my skull. What the fuck did I just say?

Shock crawls over my skin like ice and my empty stomach twists around nothing. I freeze, waiting to see how Arryn will respond to the stupid, stupid thing I just blurted out, but she says nothing. Her breath comes in gentle little whispers; her body is warm and soft next to mine. And, voids, she still smells good. Even better now that she smells like sex too, the sweat and musk of our joining mingling with her floral scent, like the Lands Below reached up to embrace the Worlds Above.

I hold my breath, trying to drown that particular line of thinking. Because we are not a pair. I blink at the dusty rafters above us as the fire snaps and hisses, and then I try to shift away from Arryn. She makes a throaty little moan that splits my chest in two. I drag my arm out from under her head anyway, and she curls up, filling the space I just left.

My pulse pounds behind my temples. I don’t feel like sleeping anymore. I can’t sleep next to her anyway; that would be another terrible decision to round out a huge, steaming pile of terrible decisions.

We are not a pair. We’re just two people who got stuck with each other, and then we decided to have sex. Just sex.

I rub my hand across my face, and my gaze settles on my pack. It’s the farthest thing from the bed. I drag myself to my feet, ignoring the way my exhausted body aches in protest, and stumble over to my pack. I’m going to take this thing apart so it’ll be ready when we return. And, when I’m done, it will be time to wake Lady Arryn.

We’ve got a king to rob.