Page 113 of Aryn

Aryn stirs with a sleepy hum, rolling back against me. “Morning, kitten,” he murmurs, voice gravelly. “Greedy already?”

“Shut up,” I mutter, but there’s no bite to it. I stroke him slowly, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. “I just… I want you.”

He lets out a soft, pleased sound and rocks into my fist. “So have me.”

I groan and tug his underwear down over the curve of his ass. His hole is slippery with slick and pliant from last night, and as I press two fingers inside him, he flexes around me.

“Can I?” I plead softly against his ear.

He doesn’t speak, just reaches to where my fingers are working him open and grips my wrist, guiding my hand away. His spine arches and I rock forward, the head of my cock catching on his rim.

A loud knock bangs on the door. We both freeze, but when it’s quiet outside, Aryn pushes back just enough for me to barely slip inside him.

“Fuck,” I moan softly.

We silently agree to ignore whatever is happening as he relaxes into my arms. He rocks his hips, letting the head of my cock slide in and out of him a few times, but another loud knock comes. Aryn sighs heavily, then scoots forward and sits on the edge of the bed.

“You’re a tease,” I groan. “Just let me do that like, ten more times and I’ll be done.”

Fighting a grin, he glances at me over his shoulder. “Always so charming.” He hesitates, and for a second I think he’s going to crawl back into my arms, but the knock comes again, rattling the frame this time.

“That sounds important,” he says with an apologetic smile.

I flop onto my back and throw an arm over my eyes. “Whatever that is can’t be more important than this. They can wait.”

Aryn leans over, kisses my jaw, then pries my arm away from my face. His gaze flicks down to my obvious bulge with a smirk. “Behave.”

I flip him off half-heartedly.

He chuckles as he pulls on a pair of pants, then swings the door open. Cameron and Ronan stand there, both looking far too fucking awake for this hour, and Cameron’s eyes drift past Aryn to where I lie on the bed.

I curse under my breath and roll over, shoving a pillow over my face. “Fucking hells, Aryn. Warn a guy.”

“You two look cozy,” Cameron drawls.

“What do you want?” I demand, voice muffled by the pillow. “And why couldn’t it wait two minutes?”

“Two minutes, huh? That’s telling,” Cameron says with a grin in his voice. “We’ve got a surprise. Get dressed and come with us.”

Aryn glances back at me as I sigh dramatically, but I roll out of bed, adjusting myself before pulling on my clothes. My erection refuses to flag, and Aryn is endlessly entertained as I tug my shirt down.

I flip him off again.

The morning air is crisp and clean as we follow them through the village, picking up Lillith and Taryn along the way. We walk past the main square and up a winding path toward a large glass-and-timber structure built into the mountainside. I realize it’s a series of greenhouses, and my irritation fades into curiosity. I glance at Aryn, who looks just as intrigued as I feel.

Whatever this surprise is, it better be good.

Humid air washes over us as we step inside. The whole place is filled with the smells of rich soil and growing things. It’s pleasantly warm from the sunlight filtering through the glass panels overhead, and rows of plants stretch out in every direction. Some we’ve seen out in the wild, while others are new. They’re strangely beautiful—glowing faintly or curling around trellises.

At the center, a small group of Drüinae waits for us. They’re all small and lean, with pointed ears and varying shades of deep green skin. A female stands at the front, her pale sage hair braided and woven with dried flowers and herbs. Several younger Drüinae stand behind her, watching us with wide, curious eyes.

“This is Elowen,” Cameron explains. She offers us a nervous smile, eyes darting between the group.

Aryn’s expression softens as he steps forward with a respectful bow of his head. “It is an honor to meet you,” he says, voice gentle.

Ronan watches the interaction with heavy emotion in his eyes before taking a deep breath. “She is Nyx’s sister.”

“What?” Aryn breathes, his gaze swinging between them.