Page 114 of Wanted: Rogues and Bards

Fen snorted and reached for the bottle of oil he’d used on his fingers to ease his entry. “Nope. That an incubus has a quick recovery time.”

Lirion’s head fell to the side as he laughed. Fen was always full of the most delightful surprises.

Fen pushed into him in one long, slow stroke that curled Lirion’s toes and trapped his breath in his lungs. Only a second ago, he’d been feeling sated and relaxed. But now that he was stretched and deliciously full of Fen’s cock, those low-banked embers of desire were flickering and growing into a new flame.

Bracing his arms on either side of Lirion’s head, Fenric leaned in to capture his mouth in a deep kiss that matched the steady rhythm in and out of his body. He could taste himself on Fen’s tongue and feel the desperate hunger building within him, but the man remained in complete control, seemingly determined to fuck Lirion into oblivion at a leisurely pace.

No one had taken their time with him. Not like this.

Digging his heels into the mattress, Lirion slid his hands down Fen’s sweaty back while lifting his hips to meet each thrust.

Fen sped up and growled in his ear, “That’s it. Take what you want, baby.”

A whimper broke from Lirion’s throat. So close. So fucking close. But it was like brushing the edge of something with his fingertips, yet not being able to grasp it. So close, but not close enough.

“More,” he cried, not knowing what more he could get.

That wicked Fen had another trick up his sleeve. Wrapping his arm around Lirion’s waist, he flipped them on the bed so Lirion was now straddling him.

While Lirion was still adjusting to the new position, Fen poured more oil on his fingers and grasped Lirion’s aching cock, stroking it as he thrust upward into Lirion’s ass.

And that was the more he needed.

Lirion’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned. His entire body was on fire. The tension was winding tighter and tighter. With one hand braced on the wall for balance, he rose and fell on Fen’s cock. The slap of damp skin and frantic pants filled the room.

“So beautiful,” Fen whispered in a rough voice.

Lirion opened his eyes to find Fen staring at him with a dark gaze, his face so wonderfully flushed.

“You’re so beautiful. I shouldn’t be able to touch someone so perfect. I just…just want to make you happy. Keep you safe.”

The last slender thread holding back Lirion’s orgasm snapped. Liquid fire poured through his body. He shouted, coming so hard his vision flickered. Pleasure sharpened almost to the point of pain.

The haze that swallowed his brain faded as he heard Fen shout and join him in ecstasy.

He collapsed on Fen, a sweaty, cum-covered mess, but he didn’t care. He barely knew his own name and wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to walk again.

But despite his brain-dead state, he was sure of one thing—sex had never been so amazing with anyone else in his life.

Lirion watched the horizon, mostly the sun rising, while nursing a cup of coffee. Hapi had made breakfast this morning, and he made a mean cup of coffee. Breakfast, on the other hand, had not been great. Cooking was not his forte and there had been a fair amount of cursing going on when Lirion dared to enter the galley. But Lirion had kept his mouth shut and eaten what he was given, more afraid he’d be turned into a zombie if he crossed the necromancer.

Today was the last full day on the ship. Thankfully, they’d sailed through Dead Man’s Curve without even a hint of the beast, which meant they’d arrive at their destination tomorrow morning. Honestly, he wished for one more day. One more day with his sister. Lirion felt silly for thinking that, as of course he could see her whenever he wanted after the Lord Mire job, but somehow, he couldn’t shake the feeling. It was just nice having Aria nearby, where he could turn and speak with her as he wished. It had been a joy to get to know her as an adult, rather than the child he remembered. Any older sibling would surely feel the same in his shoes.

Speaking of her, there she came, with a slight sashay to her hips, a cup in her hands.

“Lir,” she greeted with a winsome smile, the ocean breeze swirling her hair around her neck. “Good morning. Gods, I can barely walk this morning. Have you seriously not eaten Rain?”

The way she asked this, he had to scratch his curiosity. “Is he that good?”

“Heavenly. That man’s mouth is a national treasure. So sweet and gentle, too. Damn shame I can’t be his kept woman, but sadly, he doesn’t have the house or finances for it.”

A succubus’s relationships were transactional, so Lirion shrugged in acknowledgment. “Give him five years; he might become something by then.”

“You can bet I’ll look him up, too.” She joined him at the railing, looking out over the ocean. “We’re almost there.”

“Getting very close, yes. Rain said we’ll be in port by morning.”

“Hmm…then this seems the opportune time to ask—what are you doing?”