Page 28 of Fox of Fox Hall

Conall’s face was inches from Fox’s, full ofimpatience and annoyance and yet the same warmth as always. “Youkeep worrying for me.” Fox tried to glare at him and received evenmore of that warmth. “I’m truly all right. Just be careful of thatspot, if it pleases you to.”

“You don’t need rest?” Fox pressed. If Fox feltthe effects of their nights together, then surely Conall must aswell, and his strength and well-being would matter in the comingdays.

“Fox,” Conall said, exasperated, beforeducking his head to nip the side of Fox’s neck. When Fox jolted,Conall nipped him again at the hollow of his throat and hummed whenit made Fox grab him and pull until Conall’s arms came aroundhim.

“Maybe if you took your clothes off,” Foxsuggested with an innocently swishing tail, “so I can be sureyou’re fine and well.”

Conall laughed shortly, a hot puff of air overFox’s skin, then stepped back to pull his shirt over his head andtoss it aside. Fox got a glimpse of an already darkening patchwhere the bruise would form, then was distracted by the rest of theskin warm and flushed from the bath and the play of muscles asConall removed his breeches.

Fox was on him before Conall could straightenagain, kissing Conall’s stomach and up his ribcage to his shoulderand beneath his arm. Fox’s kisses were not butterflies orspiderwebs. Conall pulled at Fox’s shirt without removing it,smoothing up and down Fox’s back while Fox found new places to puthis mouth.

“Am I fine and well?” Conall asked, voice huskyonce Fox began to use his tongue. In answer, Fox hummed beforelicking part of Conall’s collarbone. Conall was breathing harder.“Bed now?”

Fox approved.

“Bed now,” he agreed, and was on his back on thebed in seconds. His shirt had ridden up or been pushed to hisarmpits but Conall was naked and grinding against him while kissinghim furiously, so the shirt could wait.

Fox wrapped his legs and tail around Conall andthrust up as Conall pushed down, wanting Conall to feel howhard-soft he was, how heavy and wet between his legs, his cockstiff for Conall’s weight on him and some kisses. Conall made apleased sound but continued kissing and nipping Fox’s neck, clearlyenjoying that each small bite made Fox throw his head back to gasphis name because he did it several times and growled a littlebefore finally risking something harder.

He was going to leave more marks if no onestopped him, perhaps high enough on Fox’s throat to be noticed thistime. Fox curled a hand into Conall’s hair and held him there,rocking up when Conall sucked on the tender skin where Fox’s neckmet his shoulder. If they were in a story, Conall would keep Foxlike this with his teeth and the force of his body, holding hisfertile beloved tight on his knot until his beloved was satisfied.Because they weren’t in a story, Conall teased Fox with his teethbut did not bear down, and continued to nip Fox to make him whineuntil Fox hissed his name and pulled his hair.

Then and only then did he kiss Fox again,without softness but with heat enough to leave Fox melted wax overthe bedding, only his arms capable of anything and that was weaklyholding Conall to him while his legs spilled open and slick pooledbeneath them.

“Conall,” Fox heard himself complaining, gaspingwhen Conall slid a hand along his inner thigh just to move it awayagain. Fox really should resent it, or at least do more than murmurinto Conall’s mouth. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

Fingers slick from Fox’s thigh were slipped overFox’s lips, then between them. Fox opened his eyes to find Conallwatching him lick and suck his own wet.

Conall gleamed gold in the candlelight. “Just afuck?” he asked, seemingly untouched if not for the high color inhis cheeks, the fast movement of his chest, and the cock that wasstubbornly not yet inside Fox. “No knot?” He slid another fingerinto Fox’s mouth, as if Fox wouldn’t gladly take it, as if hehadn’t had Conall’s knot in his mouth the night before and made adelightful mess of himself to get it there.

“Lovely,” Conall told him, a whine of his ownbehind the compliment. “I thought of it all day: how your slicktastes, your spend, the need in the sounds you make.” Fox felt asmall gush escape him and made a sound around Conall’s fingers thatwas probably exactly what Conall was describing. Conall pulled hisfingers free of Fox’s mouth just to reach down and press themagainst Fox’s hole. Fox inched his legs farther apart in invitationand Conall slipped his fingers past the rim, withdrawing thembefore Fox could thrust up to get them in deeper. “The hungryclutch righthere,” Conall went on, voice rough now. “Yourtongue is sweet enough, but you like a knot stuffing this prettyhole, don’t you?Myknot.” His satisfaction stayed hot inthe air between them when he rose to kneel over Fox and put hishands beneath Fox’s knees to ease his legs up.

“One victory already today,” Fox teased in arasp though he bent his knees readily enough. “Do you really needtwo?”

“You don’t win tournaments by being nice, Fox,”Conall informed him before pushing his fingers back in and watchingFox’s face while he fucked him with those alone. Three, and thenfour, and if he curled his hand to stuff Fox with his fist insteadof his knot, Fox would be furious—once he’d stopped coming.“Complete victory,” Conall continued, looking from Fox’s hole tohis face, his attention catching on Fox’s flushed cock, “is whatI’m after. This is a step on the way.”

Ass, Fox wanted to snarl it at him, butthe press and drag of Conall’s knuckles inside him stole his voice,and Conall kept staring. He called Fox hungry but his gaze saidhewas starving, and since he liked Fox’s noises, Fox gavehim those instead, moaning and pushing up to hint he could takemore.

“Look at you,” Conall was going to burn Fox tocinders. “Fox with no worries. No garden, no consorts. I’ll giveyou what you want. That’s how it’s supposed to be. I’m supposed toexhaust you and sate you until you can’t even beg anymore. I’msupposed to leave you so full you can barely move. You want that.Look at you. You want it so much. Yet you ask for a merefucking?”

Slick was rushing from Fox faster than Conallcould push it back in, the wet sounds making Fox writhe untilConall finally held him down.

“Mere?” Fox demanded, hushed anduncertain. His body clenched around Conall’s fingers, could notstop doing so, and Fox couldn’t squirm away. He tried to speakboldly but he was the hungry hole Conall had called him. “Allbecause you knocked Drashnal to the dirt?”

Conall stopped, leaving Fox to milk his fingerslike a desperate thing. “Because that rose serves you better thanany shell jewelry ever could and if I were Domvoda, I wouldn’t havelet you leave that garden without making that clear.”

Fox closed his eyes while trying vainly to worka knot where there was none. “What would you have done then? Wouldyou have given me your knot there? Shown your potential consortswhat they might also get?”

“What potential consorts?” Conall asked,bringing Fox’s gaze back to him. “Why would I ever bother with themif I had you?” He seemed to enjoy Fox’s pained moan and began totease Fox again, fucking him with his fingers slowly, achingly so.“And yes. Outside seems the right place for you, along with thesoftest feather bed.”

“You would hold me down and mate me?” It seemeda reasonable question in this game Conall was playing where he wasDomvoda and he gave Fox a knot for a rose.

Conall glanced to Fox’s cock, hard and leaking,then smiled up at Fox. “I would do exactly that.”

“But…” Fox trailed off, voice lost again whenConall ran his other hand through the slippery puddle of Fox’s wetand then began to toy with Fox’s cock.

“You asked about victory,” Conall reminded himas he gripped the base of Fox’s cock, slippery and hot. He squeezedbefore stroking about halfway up, then squeezed around the baseagain before bending his head to use his mouth on the tip. Hismouth was almost as hot and wet as the hand relentlessly massagingthe base of Fox’s cock. He used his tongue as if he wanted nothingelse but Fox’s spend down his throat, unconcerned with Fox clawingthrough his hair. He squeezed and stroked and sucked until Fox wasarching from the bed, groaning at the stir of at the base of hiscock.

“I’mknotting.” They would hear Foxthrough stone walls. “Conall, I’m….” His surprised exclamationended in a broken cry, Conall sucking the head of Fox’s cock harderbefore he pulled off. Conall’s fist stayed right where it was,rhythmically squeezing the slowly expanding knot he’d drawn fromFox.

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