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Then he leaned in, wrapping his arms tight around me and pressing himself fully against my back. His teeth sank into my shoulder, and I turned my head to nuzzle at his temple as my body jerked forward repeatedly from his pounding thrusts. The bookcase rattled, an old book next to my hand jolting closer and closer to the edge of the shelf until it fell to the floor with a thud.
One of Lonan’s arms unwound from my middle to slide lower, his long fingers curling around my aching cock. He started pumping it fast, panting into my shoulder as his hips smacked against me, never slowing for a second.
Everything inside me tightened, my legs starting to shake. I tried to shuffle them out wider to steady myself, but they were trapped by my trousers still around the tops of my thighs. Turning my head, I bit down on my forearm to try and muffle my strained shouts as my cock throbbed in Lonan’s hand and began streaming long ribbons of cum.
My hips jerked wildly as I gasped for breath, black spots dancing in my vision until I had to squeeze my eyes shut from the intensity of it. The orgasm was so strong that my insides ached when it finally began to ease off, but a fresh wave of pleasure burst inside me when Lonan let out a broken moan against my neck and his cock flexed. He pushed his hips forward, holding himself as deep inside me as possible as he came, body shaking against my back.
My knees buckled, and only Lonan’s strong arm still clamped around my middle kept me upright. The fingers of my flesh-and-bone hand ached when I finally uncurled them, my head falling forward to thump against the shelf.
Breaths still shuddering out of me, I felt Lonan press a tender kiss to my shoulder through my shirt. He eased his cock out slowly, groaning when my body clung on. His arms wrapped back around me, hands sliding up my chest under my shirt, making me melt into him.
“Welcome back,” he rasped, voice even huskier than normal.
I huffed out a breathless laugh, turning around on trembling legs. Cupping his face, I leaned in and kissed him, soft and deep, our thundering hearts gradually calming together.
“I missed you,” I murmured against his mouth before wrapping my arms around his neck and tucking my face against the soft skin under his ear.
“I could tell.” He kissed my temple, resting his lips there and inhaling. “I missed you too, Oak King.”
We stayed like that for long minutes, until I cleared my throat and pulled back to tuck his hair behind his pointed ear. “How’s it been without me?” I asked with a tiny, crooked smile.
Lonan looked away, stepping back to tuck his cock into his trousers and relace them. “Strange.”
I quickly did the same, even though the need for him was already rising again. His eyes had looked guarded in the split second before he averted his gaze, almost like he was hiding something from me. It reminded me of how tense things had been in the days before I left. A spike of fear made my throat jump with a nervous swallow. I didn’t want to get into that argument again. I didn’t want to give him reasons to get angry at me.
Sliding my fingers through his hair, I closed the distance between us and kissed him again. He still wasn’t wearing his acorn necklace—its warmth was conspicuously absent against the hollow of my throat—but I didn’t dare bring it up, not wanting to hear what he might say.
Instead, I pulled back to grin at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and fiddling with his hair. “Want to have some dinner and go straight to bed?”
His black eyes flashed with hunger, and he leaned in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “Yes.”
“Or, I mean, we could stay here.” I pulled back and hurried over to the book Lonan had dropped on the floor. “Sorry, I interrupted your reading.”
“I don’t mind being interrupted that way.” Lonan followed me, his husky voice making my stomach clench with want.
Crouching down to pick it up, I looked at the cover. Keepers of the Wild: The Mysteries of the Rare Gift of Spiritsmithing.
Straightening, I turned and held the book out to Lonan with a small smile. “Still don’t want to ask Nua and Gillie about the leg?”
I’d mentioned it a few times, but he always got tense when I brought it up. So I’d stopped bringing it up. I desperately wanted to just ask Nua and Gillie myself, but I knew Lonan was wary of showing any kind of weakness, and it would have felt like a betrayal to ask behind his back.
He cleared his throat, taking the book from me. “I brought it up with Gillie over dinner last night.”
I blinked. “Did you?”
Nodding, he walked over to a bookcase and carefully slid the book back onto the shelf. “He said he doesn’t know what will happen to it. He needs his notebooks from the sidhe.”
“Why don’t you take the book with you?” I asked quickly, gesturing at it. “It might say something useful.”
He shook his head, walking back over to me. “It doesn’t.”
I swallowed, tangling my fingers with his as I croaked, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” His voice was wooden. “You weren’t the one who bit my leg off.”
“No, but…” I still felt guilty. Responsible. If Lonan hadn’t been trying to protect me, if I hadn’t made that vow…
“You must be tired and hungry.” Lonan squeezed my hand, giving me a small smile. “How was it?”
