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When Richard had squeezed the last drop out of him, he jabbed Lilian’s gland and sucked his balls, making him come dry. It should’ve hurt, but slick with faerie oil, Lilian only knew pleasure, and he exploded into another climax. He was still coming when he blacked out.

Chapter Nine

Richard

Richard fought his mounting arousal. Under his ministrations, Lilian came and came, his slender body thrashing in ecstasy. Richard wanted him, no use denying it, but he’d gone too far. Pleasuring Lilian’s balls with his mouth was something there was no coming back from. He wouldn’t hurt Lilian, no matter how much he yearned to tear his pants off and beg him to let him inside, to allow him to come inside his hot, tight hole. And damn, those powerful anal muscles were something else. They gripped Richard’s fingers with astonishing force. He didn’t dare think about what they’d do to his cock.

Richard longed to feel Lilian everywhere, to connect with him on an even deeper level, but he couldn’t go there. He was responsible for Lilian’s well-being. Lilian trusted him, and he had to honor that. He wouldn’t dream of touching Lilian in a way he didn’t want.

Richard was fulfilling his duty by applying faerie oil, and he’d helped Lilian reclaim his pleasure. It’d mended Lilian’s emotional wounds so that when he one day met a man he loved, he could indulge in intimacy without fear. Hopefully, that man would realize how lucky he was to have the love of someone as beautiful and kind as Lilian.

Richard didn’t know what drove him to make Lilian orgasm until he blissfully passed out. He cared for him, wanted him to be satisfied, but there’d also been a part of him—Richard wouldn’t admit it in his wildest dreams—that’d yearned to showLilian how well he could take care of his sexual needs. Being a considerate partner who delivered exceptional pleasure had always been important to him, and he wanted Lilian to know what he was capable of in the bedchamber.

When Lilian passed out with a smile on his lips, his climax finally ebbing off, Richard fetched a wet cloth and cleaned him. He resisted the urge to lick off the stray droplet of cum that’d hit Lilian’s chin and taste him. He was already blurring the lines between friend and lover. And thus, he was thorough but respectful as he wiped him down.

He was finishing up when Lilian’s fair lashes lifted, pink eyes disoriented before he turned to Richard and gifted him a radiant smile. Neither of them said anything. Then Lilian spotted the cloth. “You cleaned me?”

“I did.” Maybe he shouldn’t have. What if it upset Lilian? What if it damaged the trust they’d built?

“That’s so kind of you.”

Lilian tackled him with a hug, his naked body pressing against Richard, who dropped the cloth and embraced him, holding him close, stroking his back. Lilian climbed half on top of him, and for a frightening moment, Richard was afraid he’d notice the hard rod desperately throbbing in his trousers. It felt like he was betraying Lilian even though he’d never act on his desires.

“You made me come so hard and so many times,” Lilian whispered in his ear. It wasn’t helping Richard’s efforts to get rid of his erection. He was aching for that sweet, tight hole. “Nobody’s made me come like this. Not even close.”

Fuck. “I hope I didn’t hurt you. I might’ve been too—”

“You were perfect.” Lilian kissed his jaw. The brush of lips disarmed Richard. “If anything, you helped my healing. With all the faerie oil you used, I’m better, not worse. My insides feelrelaxed. Well-fucked.”

Lilian ought to stop talking. With every word, Richard’s desire to show him what it’d feel like to bewell-fuckedby him mounted. God, the things he wanted to do to him. The ways he wanted to pleasure him.

“We should get back to James and Raziel,” Richard said.

Lilian deflated, and a pang shot through Richard’s heart. He hadn’t wanted to ruin the moment, but neither did he want to risk scaring Lilian.

Richard changed into a fresh shirt and laced up his doublet, watching Lilian dress. Before they left his chambers, he smoothed Lilian’s hair, earning a bright smile. James might guess what they’d been up to, but Richard didn’t want to make it obvious. They returned downstairs, Richard feeling more protective than ever. If their guests noticed anything, they didn’t comment on it.

After their departure in the late afternoon, Richard and Lilian’s routine resumed. They didn’t intentionally avoid the topic of what had happened, but neither did they talk about it. Nevertheless, an invisible band had been created between them, drawing them closer. It wasn’t only Lilian who loathed every inch of space between them. Richard enjoyed holding him close, listening to Lilian’s breathing, feeling every move of his muscles.

A couple of days later, Lilian suggested taking seeds and dried oats to feed the ducks in the moat. Richard had never done this but went along with it. Maybe it was a faerie custom, and respecting those was important. The sun was setting, casting its golden light on the forested plains to the east, painting the sky in vibrant shades of gold, pink and purple. Clouds drifted in, their undersides catching the rays of the fading sun. Richard loved this time of day. He inhaled deeply as they walked onto the drawbridge, finding the air humid with recent rain. The scent offresh earth mixed with the staleness of the moat.

“Did you use to feed the ducks at the Spring Court?” Richard asked as Lilian opened the little bag of bird food he’d put together in the kitchen.

“Sometimes.” A smile lit Lilian’s face. “It’s for good luck.”

Down in the moat, mallards were swimming in the murky water. Lilian sprinkled a few oats and seeds into the water. For a moment, the ducks didn’t react, but then a couple of curious males approached, swimming toward the floating bits of food. Once they’d convinced themselves it was edible, they gobbled up the seeds, attracting the attention of their friends. Soon, a quacking half dozen had come to be fed. Lilian did his best to spread the grains among them, but some mallards were fiercer than others, pushing their friends out of the way to get to the food.

“Hey!” Lilian called them out. “There’s enough for everyone. No reason to be nasty.”

One female wildly beat its wings to scatter the competition, angrily quacking as it splashed water.

“Do you want to feed them too?” Lilian asked, opening the jute bag’s mouth wide for Richard.

“Sure.” Richard retrieved a handful of grains and seeds, and trickled some of it into the moat. The mallards raced for the grains, and Richard dropped another serving behind the ducks so that the stragglers could eat too.

“Clever,” Lilian said.

“I think we should split them. If I feed them from one end of the bridge and you from the other, there’s a bigger chance they’ll all get to eat.”

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