Page 24 of The Scouts

Lieutenant Javyés resumed his tune where he’d ended it.

Ervyn whistled a variation of that same melody, arranging it to a snappier tempo and a lighter mood. “You realise, of course, that Naoki was doing that on purpose?” he said when we halted in front of our tent. “To force a reaction out of Raiden?”

“Hm,” I offered, despite being aware of no such thing. “Regardless, nobody touches your hair but me.” I had no idea what had got into me. But the corniness of the statement aside, where was the lie? Still, I would have had a hard time making such a cringe-worthy remark if not for the darkness shrouding our features.

Ervyn’s breathing hitched. He gave a funny laugh. “You know what? I never thought I would see you jealous, mu’hrōnye. And now that I have, I must admit that for whatever reason”—he lifted a flap to let me inside of the tent first and followed closely after—“I liked it a whole lot.”

I could tell. By the hard bulge of his cock currently pressed against my arse.

His arousal called forth an immediate physical response in my body, as if it had been trained for it.

After a brief moment—disappointingly—Ervyn stopped the groping and brushed past me. I heard him kneel and fumble around for something on the ground.

“What are you doing?” I said.

“I thought you’d appreciate some light.”

“What for?”

In lieu of an answer, Ervyn lit a lamp and placed it safely in a sand tray.

The dim glow filled the limited space. When unfolded, our bedrolls took up most of it. Without hunching over, one could only stand in the very centre, where Ervyn positioned himself. His posture was relaxed, chin up, arms loose by his sides. He wore that smug little smirk that never failed to deliver good times.

A pulse of raw heat rushed through me, pooling low in my belly. I sauntered over, roped in by an unspoken command in his eyes. Our chests almost touched.

“Tsk-tsk.” Ervyn cocked an eyebrow as he considered me. He ran a slow knuckle down my cheek, drawing a shudder out of me. “Acting all mean and possessive. Who would have thought it?” The reproach in his words didn’t match the gratified expression on his face.

My gaze fixed on the fullness of his lips. “Little acting was involved,” I said.

“Fuck. Come here,” he rasped in his marked Mountain accent.

I loved the way he sounded all the more when he ordered me about. So I did as he bid me.

Not fast enough, apparently. Ervyn grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to him hard. Like an iron clasp, his other arm hooked around my hip. The upper body strength of an archer was no trifle. He slanted my head and went in for a forceful kiss, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth.

I heaved a groan, my head already clouded. For someone who once abhorred being touched, I sure didn’t mind being on the receiving end of such a mauling from him.

We both wheezed out heavy breaths when we parted.

Ervyn’s eye held a wicked twinkle and his bottom lip jutted out. He reached for my hands and guided them to interlace behind my back. “Oh, yes. Just like that. I want you still now. And perfectly quiet.” He dropped to his knees and yanked my waist ties open, pulling my trousers past my hips in a flash.

We’d done it countless times—but not once like that. With him on his knees.

He looked up at me and winked, the cheeky bastard, knowing damn well that while remaining motionless wouldn’t be a problem for me, making no sound posed a near-impossible challenge. Not caring one bit about my frown, he devoted himself to bathing my cock with his tongue, tracing the veins up and down and making them glisten.

Ever so slowly, Ervyn’s hot, wet mouth engulfed me whole. I clenched my teeth when he started working me in earnest.

I’d embraced being one with silence in every aspect of life except for this—when we were intimate. Then, I’d always been loud. And while Ervyn liked to restrict me physically, so far he had never denied me moaning out my pleasure.

The only way I could observe the rules of the game was through speed. I simply had to be quick. So quick it would border on embarrassing.

I focused on the visual—my biggest ally—not daring to blink for fear I’d lose any of the spectacle happening in front of me.

Mighty gods.

Ervyn’s reddened lips stretched around my shaft, his cheeks hollowed. His palm cupped my balls in a firm hold. His eyes kept flitting to mine—attentive, yet taunting. As always, he’d resolved to toy with me, bring me to the brink and back and turn me into a needy, desperate mess. Have me beg and whimper.

The tension in my jaw became so great that my face went numb. I exhaled through my nose, on the verge of letting out a groan or a plea. And it would have felt so good to do so.