Page 52 of Those That Defy the Realm

Heat ripples from Henry, hitting my skin and making me even more uncomfortable than I have been for the last few hours.

“Ash, we really, really shouldn’t⁠—”

I cut him off again.

Pressing my hips forward, I let him feel just how badly I need him. Only, I’m the one whimpering when my dick meets his hard flesh. There’s the fabric of our trousers in the way but running my length up against his fries all sorts of synapses in my brain. I was barely capable of coherent thought before, I don’t even know my own name now. The only certainty is that I need to wrap my lips around his shaft, which is getting with the programme much quicker than Henry is.

With his necktie still wrapped around my fist, I push into his sternum to keep him pinned as I drop to my knees. Using my free hand, I make quick work of his belt, fly and finally his zipper. His erection is free in one smooth motion, my lips around the head in the next second.

“Nngaah, fuck,” Henry hisses above me. For all his protesting he doesn’t stop me as I take him deeper, swallowing him down to the base in one, before pulling back to lavish him with my tongue.

Making quick work of this, as I am aware we can’t take long, I bob my head like a pro, sucking, suckling, and licking. Each time his cock hits the back of my throat Henry gasps, his hands finding their way into my hair.

Chancing a glance upwards, I’m met with a beautiful sight. Henry’s biting his bottom lip hard, muffling the groans he would usually make with this kind of stimulation.

Doubling my efforts, I deep throat him until he throws his head back as if unable to look at me anymore. He’s close to the edge and still fighting this from happening.

He loses his control as his cock bucks, firing off rope after rope of cum into my waiting stomach. He’s so deep inside my mouth I barely even get to taste him. I hold him steady until I’ve swallowed every drop and licked him clean. He’s still swimming in the orgasm high as I tuck him away with care and zip up his clothes.

“What’s with the hair?”

I chuckle at the question, like he’s just noticed my newly dyed dark blonde locks that he’s had gripped tightly for the last few minutes.

“Had to dye it. There’s no way I’m walking around in this inferno with a hoodie or a cap.”

“It’s not that hot here.”

“It is compared to the Northern Isles,” I say, rising to my feet. “Besides, it’s safer. I can walk around the city without worrying about anyone seeing my hair and knowing what I am.”

Henry’s face sinks with a sadness I know he empathises with before his eyes flicker with a question. “It doesn’t change your other coat does it?”

I bark a laugh. “Thankfully not! Though I do admit to being worried as Millie poured the dye all over my head. We might keep the colouring in either form but the hair is actually different.”

“Good,” is all Henry says as he slowly sinks to his knees in front of me and reciprocates the orgasm I just laid on him. I come even quicker than he did.

“Istill don’t see how this tie is in any way slutty,” Henry says as we head out of the city in the early evening. The heat has abated somewhat as the sun has sunken behind the surrounding mountains but it’s still far warmer than I’m used to.

As it’s a nice night Henry suggested we walk the hour or so back to the ranch. I’d eagerly agreed, even though I’m knackered from travel and then being thrown straight into a full day of discussions.

“The way you're wearing it makes it slutty. Seriously, my concentration was shot as soon as you walked into that room.”

Henry chuckles. “I don’t get it but fine, blame the tie. I’m sure it’s not just the fact we haven’t seen each other in a few weeks.”

I want to hold his hand as we cross the street, but I refrain. Mitch had given us a very knowing look when we’d finally rocked up at his office. We’d both denied it, which probably only confirmed his suspicions further now that I think about it, but Mitch had simply said it was none of his business and reassured us that he wasn’t a gossip.

It wasn’t like we weren’t allowed to be together, but our packs made it complicated. I’d sworn mine to secrecy before I’d left, and as much as my family likes to meddle, I know they have my back. I should probably tell Henry that they know, but I hesitated for one reason.

“Has Claire been any more open with you since your conversation the other week?” I ask. Henry had called me after his conversation with her, to talk through what the female, who was currently trying to pretend that our physical activities had not developed strings, had divulged. Or rather, what Henry suspected she wasn’t saying.

“No, I don’t know how to break through to her. I don’t want to push her further away.” I could hear the longing in his voice. “But she is no longer ignoring me.”

“You still think she’s hiding something?”

“That makes it sound deceitful,” he chides. “I’m sure there is more to the story with her ex than she’s let on but she’s also scared. And to be honest I get it. She's human. You keep hinting at the long term, but really there is no long term for her when our life spans are so different.”

“I get that, I really do,” I tell him. “But something’s telling me not to walk away. I’m not pushing for this just because I want to mess with her. With either of you.”

“So you’re going to continue to steamroll her into sleeping with us?” Henry asks. He doesn’t raise his voice but I can feel the defensiveness in his voice.