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“Fuck,” he said in a strangled whisper as he came. “That’s it. Clench like the slut that you are.” He tried to hold back a groan and failed.
He pumped out the dregs, and the pleasure finally ebbed. He lifted Roth’s head to pull out the cloth.
“Good little whore.”
Roth gasped as he lay limp beneath Oriel who tugged on the special knot he’d made. It easily came loose, and after he tossed the leather ties away, he settled on the bed and pulled Roth to lay against his chest.
“Good kitty,” he whispered before giving Roth a gentle bite on the back of his neck.
Roth pressed the length of his body against Oriels. “That was perfect.”
“Did you like the deeper cut or the threat of someone watching?”
“Both. The idea of others watching while I’m violated…” Roth let out a little sigh. “That was perfect the way you did it.”
Chapter Sixteen
Aspen stared at the wall in the dark, unable to sleep. What he started hearing didn't help. An innocent noise. Suspicious noises. The faint sound of a bed creaking.
Oriel and Roth were definitely fucking.
Aspen was sure he caught the faint sound of Oriel groaning. His eyes filled with tears as he thought about all of the lies again. Oriel certainly didn’t love him or give a shit. He’d already forgotten about Aspen for the most part if he was busy fucking Roth. That damn red-haired slut was already happily bending over for him. Or maybe he was up Oriel’s ass.
He'd known it was a possibility, but hearing the truth was like a stab. He pulled the blanket over his head as he quietly sobbed.
He didn’t bother with breakfast the next morning. All he felt was numbness when they got on the road. Oriel was pleasant, but Aspen ignored him. He didn’t even listen when Oriel tried talking to him. He kept thinking about the sound of the bed and pictured him being happy with Roth.
Even if he was running and disgraced in the eyes of some, the red-haired fairy was still better than Aspen. Roth wasn’t all busted up in his mind, and who wouldn’t want someone that looked like him with the vivid hair and the tail?
Why did Oriel lie about loving him? What was the point of this unless it was some faint guilt he was trying to assuage? Although he was doing a pisspoor job of it if he was fucking Roth.
“Why don’t you go talk to your pet kitty?” Aspen snapped after a few minutes. "Don't you have to go scratch his ears or something?"
“He’s not my pet cat,” said Oriel. “Were you listening to me?”
“I don't listen to turds.”
Oriel flung up his hands and urged his horse ahead to catch up with Roth.
They continued through West Bay and stuck near the coast while avoiding heavily populated areas. Everything seemed pretty normal. Life had gone on here in a lot of ways since King Taven took the place by treachery and didn’t march his army in to slaughter and wreak havoc as they went.
Aspen wondered if Vima had survived that night in Lork. He had probably tucked himself somewhere and waited for all of the shit to calm down.
Oriel mostly kept his hood up, his head down, and the collar hidden with his cloak and clothing. When they reached a city that was directly on the coast and south of Lork, he left them by the edge of a green on the west side and hurried off. Aspen sat on a fence while Roth waited on his horse and held the lead for Oriel’s mount. The edge there wasn’t too crowded, but Aspen wished they could hurry up and go elsewhere to be away from people.
“What is he doing?” It was the first thing he had said to Roth in ages.
“Oh, it speaks,” said Roth, and Aspen’s face warmed. “You could have asked him yourself.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Maybe I don’t feel like speaking to you either.”
“Fuck you, kitty boy.”
Roth slowly turned his head and leaned toward him. “I don’t mind what Oriel has had or has with you now. Or will have. But maybe you could try not being such a dick to him like earlier when you told him to go fuck himself because he dared to say good morning. He went through the trouble of getting you, and he's made sure you’re safe and fed on this trip-”
“That doesn’t erase the past.”
