Page 29 of Fox of Fox Hall

“Does it feel good?” he panted, saying not aword about Fox curved up tight from the bed to grip his hair andstare at his mouth. “How long has it been since you knottedanything?”

“Conall,” Fox whined helplessly.

Conall sat up to push Fox back down. He took oneof Fox’s hands and curled it around the hot, sensitive skin ofFox’s knot, then wrapped his over it to squeeze and stroke harderthan Fox ever could have. “Knot your fist while I stuff you. Tightas you can, so you can know what you feel like.” He shifted betweenFox’s legs, then lifted Fox’s hips. He bent Fox nearly in half withno effort. “Then take everything. It’s yours anyway.”

Fox watched his hand slide over the knotgleaming with his slick and then looked at Conall and thoughtdizzily of the garden and the sun and Conall’s knot in him with theentire court watching. He squeezed himself so hard it hurt. Hiswords were barely a whisper. “I can’t wait.Conall. Conall,please.”

Conall sank inside slowly despite the flood ofslick, his knot nearly ready to catch. Fox whined through theinitial push, making noises like a starving cat. He worked his knotwith his hand and imagined how it would feel to paint his hand, hisstomach, with his seed, and how his muscles would tighten for thatwith Conall’s knot inside him. Conall would spill and spill untilit pained him and still would not be able to stop. “Conall.” Foxsaid between little growls, burning with how demanding and spoiledhe was to get fucked so hard they’d hear that through stone wallstoo. “Conall, please.”

Conall’s gaze was intent on Fox’s face. Hemurmured distracted praise:Have it, lovely, andTake itall, andBeautiful, nearly drowned out by Fox’s moans.Then his knot almost caught on another push in, and Fox made asound like a sob, his grip on his cock getting clumsy. Conallkissed him breathlessly, as messy as everything else, as good, asright. Fox shook his head, worried Conall’s knot would get trappedoutside and he wouldn’t get to feel it. He dragged Conall in withhis thighs, keeping him close, breathing hoarsely while Conallworked the fat knot into his hole and hissed as it finallycaught.

Conall groaned. “Fuck. Fuck, Fox…” He tried topush in impossibly deeper while Fox rolled his hips to keep thatknot where he needed it. Fox was going to empty him. He was goingto empty himself while Conall filled him. Everything was so sharpand hot that Fox faltered for one second, hand stilling. ThenConall said his name and Fox’s whole body tightened.

Then there was nothing but pleasure.

Fox stared at the wall by the door for some timebefore he realized he was staring. He considered the door for a fewmore moments, then closed his eyes and sighed for the warm exhaleover his bare shoulder. There was more heat behind him, so heshifted backward as best as he could with his legs heavy and hisarms dragging, giving a small start when this made the body behindhim jerk away.

Conall said, “Ow.” Then Fox felt a tickle on hisscalp before Conall and his heat returned.

Conall, Fox thought, reassured to feelConall’s breath on his skin again. Conall was behind him, nearlytouching. He must have pulled out. Fox had no memory of that, butforced his eyes open when they wanted to close so he could considerhis position.

Which was on the bed, mercifully not in any wetpatches, although the two of them should have drenched the bedding.The bedding that had been thrown down to the foot of the bed, henow realized. One thin blanket remained. But it was clean, andhaving ascertained that, Fox shut his eyes again.

Fox was clean too, or reasonably so. He didn’tfeel sticky, at any rate. He didn’t feel much of anything, to behonest, except exhausted, and a sensation almost like humming inhis chest, a beehive behind his ribs. His mouth was swollen andthoroughly kissed, his hole hot and closed tight to keep in histreasure.

Conall had bred him well. For a moment, Foxwished he could purr. Then the memory of the actual moment hit him.Conall had knotted him, yes, but Fox had knotted with Conall’s knotinside him.

Fox’s cries echoed in his ears, his hips stillached with the force of Conall’s thrusts. His eyes flew open again.His throat was raw. His neck stung, although when he touched thehot skin, he felt no bite marks. Some of the buzzing in his bloodfaded, but he pushed the moment of loss aside. Of course he hadn’tbeen bitten. No one would mate him, least of all Byr Conall, theDragonslayer.

It was what they’d actually done that had Foxconfused: the hoarse praise, Conall over him,withinhim,while watching Fox gasp and spend and work Conall’s knot until Foxwas too weak to do more than whine to keep Conall inside him.

That had been like something from an ancientsong. The sort of thing assumed and even common in love matches,although technically possible for everyone.

Very possible, Fox considered now withhis breath stuttering. There was notechnicallyaboutit.

“Fox?” Conall asked, sleepily concerned, as ifFox had been flailing with panic next to him.

“You made me… You made meknot, Conall.”Fox did his best to convey his surprise without screaming. “Weknottedtogether.”

“Never done that before?” It was too easy toimagine a smug expression on Conall’s face, even if he was keepingeverything but concern from his voice. “Well, I’m very happy tohave done that with you. But if you want it again, you’ll have towait. You took everything, like I knew you would.” Conall touchedFox’s hair, creating more tickles as he traced whatever was left ofFox’s braiding. “Will sleeping like this pain you? A pin nearlypoked me in the eye just now, so it can’t feel great for you.”

“Oh.” Fox tried to move so he could sit,shifting up on one near-useless arm before Conall urged him backdown.

“Just lie there and let me.” Seconds later, acrushed and somewhat wilted rose was before Fox’s face, cradled inConall’s hand. Fox took the rose clumsily, keeping it against hischest while Conall combed his hair with his fingers, removing pinsas he went.

Conall rolled over when he was done, probably toput the pins somewhere, and when he turned back, Fox had wriggledaround to look at him, hastily brushing his hair out of the way sohe could put his head on the pillow. He kept the rose under hischin as he looked up and did not complain when Conall gave him akiss before lying back down.

“Had enough victories for now?” Fox wondered,Conall’s face inches from his.

Conall’s lips turned up. It was no sort ofanswer.

Fox frowned at that but leaned closer until hewas given another kiss. Soft, as though Fox couldn’t still feelwhere Conall had gripped his hips and legs. Anyone who saw Foxbathe in the morning would know what Fox had been up to.

He swallowed. “Would you really… in front ofeveryone? Like you said?”

Conall didn’t look away. “Well, you’d have to bewilling.”

If he was joking, Fox was too overwhelmed tofind it funny. “Conall.”

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