Page 93 of Ironling
Aislinn waved to him through one of the open smithy windows, just out of sight of Fearghas, working on the opposite side. Her smile was all mischief as she used hand-talk to tell him to meet her in the rose garden at luncheon.
There and gone again, she slipped away through the bailey, leaving Hakon hot under the collar and the morning to crawl by. His skin itched all over, and it was more work to keep his cock under control than to shape and hammer spearpoints. He nearly smashed his thumb and nailed his hand before he stopped and took a breath to refocus himself.
It wouldn’t do to show up with bloodied, bruised hands. He needed them for much more pleasurable work.
Hakon waited for Fearghas to leave for luncheon with impatience. Once he was gone, Hakon pulled out a bone to keep Wülf occupied and banked his forge fire.
He mopped at his brow as he strode for the rose garden, hoping he wasn’t too dirty or sweaty. Although, his mate seemed to delight in it, never turning him away even with grime smudged across his face and sweat sluicing down his chest.
The wooden gate had been left unlocked, and after taking a furtive glance around, Hakon slipped inside, closing and locking it behind him.
The garden was bright and fragrant, despite the burlap covering the tall bushes for winter dormancy. The air held a chill, the promise of winter to come, but Hakon felt nothing but a deep, consuming need for his mate.
He looked upon her with something akin to awe as she sat waiting for him on the marble bench, the breeze picking up locksof her golden hair. Her lovely face turned when she heard him coming, and she smiled up at him in welcome.
Hakon fell to his knees before her, overcome.
If he thought his beast would go silent when he finally gave in, he was…partly right. Without the conflict between them, the beast was far quieter; although, Hakon was always aware of it, a sharpness between his ribs. The purr in his throat was all the beast and all for her.
“How are you today, my darling?” she asked, her smile brighter than the summer sun.
Hakon took both her hands and kissed each palm. “Far better here with you.”
Leaning forward, she drew him closer so their faces were near. “What if I told you I had ideas of seducing you right here in the rose garden?”
“I’d tell you it wouldn’t be difficult.”
Her laughter filled him with warmth, a brightness that reached all the cracked, battered parts of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and bore him to the ground, a cascade of flaxen waves and green skirts and gold, sparkling eyes. Her mouth found his in the flurry, and Hakon settled onto his back, more than content to let hisvinyado whatever she wished with him.
Especially when what she wanted was to take him for a noonday ride.
Clambering down his legs, Aislinn straddled his knees as she worked his belt and trou loose. When that playful gaze flicked up to him, Hakon smirked and folded his hands under his head.
He wasn’t so calm when she reached into his trou and pulled out his hardening cock. Her soft hands pumped him with deliberate strokes, and Hakon’s mouth fell open when that golden head dipped and those rosy lips stretched around his cockhead.
A moan fell from his own lips, and it took effort not to buck and shove his cock into her throat.
“Shh,” she hummed around him, “someone might hear.”
Gritting his tusks against his gums, Hakon rumbled with frustrated hunger. So this was her true game. Test his control, his patience as she played with him.
She could play as long as she wished; he wouldn’t break, not when holding tight to his building climax meant more swipes of her wicked tongue and pulls of that talented mouth.
Unable to fit more than half of him in her mouth, she worked his lower shaft with her hands, wringing beads of spend from him, and skated her fingers across his sensitive bollocks. Hakon nearly choked on his roar, clenching his jaw so tight he heard apop.
He couldn’t help shifting beneath her, but he stayed like that, prone and receiving her attentions for as long as she wanted.
It felt like a long while before she had mercy on him, swirling her tongue one last time around the cockhead and across the slit before crawling up his body. His greedy hands were there to meet her, helping her gather her skirts so she could grip him to guide into her weeping cunt.
“Fates,” he hissed as her soft flesh kissed his cock, “you burn hotter than my forge.”
Her thighs trembling, spread wide across his waist and hips, she lowered herself onto him. With little circles of her hips, she worked him deeper until, with a mischievous bite of her lower lip, she let herself fall the rest of the way. She bared her teeth to hold back her moan as she impaled herself on his throbbing cock.
His hands dug beneath her skirts, needed to feel her skin. He grabbed hold of her plush thighs, matching the steady rhythm her hips set.
It took effort to hold back, to not just flip her over and ruther into the soil, but Hakon kept hold of himself as he held her, watching in awe as she rocked above him.
“That’s it,vinya,” he praised, “take everything you need.”
