Page 46 of Wanted: Rogues and Bards

Fenric.

Lirion looked up at him for a moment, just staring, his mind struggling to comprehend why Fenric’s scarred face was filled with such concern. Why ask how Lirion was? Had the rogue followed him out of the fight? He must have, to be standing here.

“Lirion? You’re looking off.”

His hand felt good—warm, masculine—but it would be so much better if there wasn’t any cloth between them. His voice was mesmerizing, too, so easy on the ear.

Some instinct whispered that Fenric was right there, after all. Why not take advantage? That first taste had been tainted by anger and frustration. This could be something different. Relief. Any thought Lirion had of not really liking this man fell away, unnoticed, as the impulse seized him. He didn’t think twice, just grabbed Fenric by his hand and hauled him right off the porch.

“Whoa, whoa! Where are you taking me? Where⁠—”

Lirion felt like he was this close to busting out of his own skin. There was no finesse in him. He took them straight into the deserted alley next to the building, found a stack of barrels on one side to provide some semblance of privacy, and promptly beelined for it.

Fenric didn’t fight him, just grunted as he landed with his shoulders right against the brick wall.

“The hell⁠—”

That was all Fenric managed before Lirion was on him, seizing his mouth without apology. Fenric startled under his hands but didn’t fight him off. Lirion was too overwrought to really watch how much of his magic he was pouring into the man, hands desperately searching for the ties holding the man’s trousers in place.

Fenric seized his hair with both hands, and the kiss became less force and more challenge. Lirion delighted in the tug on his scalp, the way Fenric’s tongue pushed its way inside. He actually lost the thread for a moment and forgot what his hands had been trying to do while he let Fenric kiss him senseless.

But Fenric’s lust slammed into him, ratcheting up his need to a whole other level. He went from a hungry man to one starved, and his hands flew into action once more. He let Fenric kiss him, enjoying the taste of the man on his tongue.

Lirion’s nimble fingers found their way through the knot and Fenric’s pants opened, welcoming him inside. Oh, lovely, that was. Fenric’s hard length already waited for him to get a hand on it, and the size of it? Also thrilling. From Lirion’s vast experience, he could tell his dick was the perfect size. Well endowed enough to give Lirion a lovely ride, but not so large as to give him discomfort or trouble.

Damn shame he didn’t have the patience to prep right now, but Lirion truly didn’t. This was a rough hand job, maybe a blow job, but nothing else.

Lirion felt and tasted it as Fenric gasped in shocked pleasure. Ha, he was very sensitive, delightfully so. Damn shame, that.

Overcome with an urge, Lirion shoved pants out of the way and ripped his mouth away from Fenric’s, dropping sharply onto his knees. The man gave a protesting sound, but Lirion ignored him. He wanted his mouth on Fenric’s cock—a pretty cock, of course it was, and that irked Lirion on some level. Look at it, being so long and smooth and itching for attention as it stood upright from a tidy nest of dark curls. The most tantalizing musk rose from Fenric’s groin, along with a faint hint of soap, making Lirion’s mouth water.

He seized the cock between his lips, sucking the tip right into his mouth. His frenzy drove him forward, and he seized Fenric’s ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing and working them with his palms. It forced Fenric’s hips to jerk and Lirion almost deep-throated on instinct.

Lirion didn’t at all mind. He didn’t have a gag reflex anyway, so he pulled the man’s hips tight against him again. Ah, perfect. Look at him picking up Lirion’s silent invitation so easily. The smooth way Fenric’s cock slid in and out of his mouth, feeling how it rubbed against his throat, using his tongue to stroke the underside—it was all precisely what Lirion needed.

More, more, more. The sexual energy pouring off Fenric was a heady delight. Like the finest of meals prepared with the perfect spices, served at the correct temperature, all right here in Lirion’s mouth. Lirion felt the unpleasant emotions of before drain away, replaced with the pure satisfaction of good, rough sex. Even the burn against his throat was a delight right now.

His own cock was hard and weeping for attention. Lirion felt it, but it was an almost absent thing, an afterthought. Still, he wanted relief as well, and he opened his pants to draw his dick out. The lack of confines was briefly blissful against his overly hot skin, but now that it was free, it wanted attention.

Lirion put a hand to himself, absently jerking off even as he worked the hot shaft in his mouth. The fingers still gripping his hair tightened to an almost painful level.

“Co—” Fenric gasped and tried again. “Coming!”

While it was nice Fenric warned him, it wasn’t necessary. Lirion kept working Fenric’s shaft, delighting as the energy and pleasure of the climax built until it abruptly exploded. Hot semen flooded his mouth, but he swallowed it down without issue. The flood of such wonderful sexual energy felt like the best banquet he’d ever attended. What was it about Fenric’s energy that felt like a cool mountain morning, right as the sun rose? Like it was calming and cleansing all at once.

Lirion shook the fancy off, licked him clean, then drew off completely. Only then did he realize he’d come at some point. Truly, Fenric’s energy had overwhelmed him there. At least for a moment.

“You,” Fenric panted, “are an incubus.”

Lirion stayed kneeling—truthfully, he was enjoying the taste of Fenric’s afterglow too much to make standing appealing—but cocked his head. “No. What was your first clue?”

“I hear your sarcasm.”

“I should hope so, Sexy Eyes. I’m slathering it on thick enough.”

Fenric just chuckled, the sound low, rough, and so damn sexy. It was like a dessert for the meal Lirion had just enjoyed. “Warn a man next time.”

Oh. Right, it probably had been intense on Fenric’s part, especially with no warning. The first time anyone was with an incubus or succubus, they had no idea what they were getting themselves into. At the height of a sexual wave, an incubus’s powers could magnify feelings tenfold and overwhelm their partners. Sometimes intentionally, but in cases like this one, rather by accident.