Page 12 of His Impossible Elf Mate
Frustratingly, we hadn’t kissed since that one epic kiss the day I’d left Dakota’s house. Though we had spent plenty of time together, we just hadn’t gone beyond simple hand-holding.
I wanted to scream at how blue my balls were.
Teárlach led us through the yard to the path that would take us into the forest. There was a well-trodden trail we followed until it came to a clearing.
The leaves had begun to turn, their colors a riot of reds, oranges, and golds. Most were still on their branches and the grass was mercifully dry as T spread the blanket and unpacked the basket.
“Come. Sit. You must be tired.”
I was, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of letting him know. Still, I think he caught it as he frowned. To wipe the expression away, I joined him on the blanket.
To change the subject, I asked the question that had been burning in my brain. “Why wouldn’t you let me come to Abrocaelum with you?”
He considered his words as he made a plate for me. The sandwiches were cut into perfect triangles, the fruit all looked juicy, but it could have been ashes he was offering me for all it appealed.
Abrocaelum had loomed between us since the visit to the factory and the tattoo T had put on Dakota. I’d seen the work and offered myself up, but T had declined, wanting to wait until I was stronger before getting inked.
Rejection had stung, and I’d felt it keenly. T had returned from his homeland quieter than I’d ever seenhim. Something had happened he had refused to speak about.
“Truthfully? Some of the elves are not… particularly happy that our goddess asked us to assist you. There are…”
“Ones that see us as lesser?” I knew there were still fae that saw shifters as pets. I’d hoped the elves were better.
“Unfortunately, yes. Though they are few and far between,” he rushed to add, “however, I knew you were tired and feared it would make you more susceptible to becoming upset if you overheard something.”
“Okay,” I heard the doubt.
“I am not, and never will be, ashamed of being with you, Axel. You… I… there are no words to express how each second with you brings me unimaginable joy, even when we are doing something so mundane as walking through the woods.”
“And having a picnic?”
T grinned and took a bite of a juicy strawberry. “The fruit tastes so much sweeter because you are near.”
Another bite had the juices clinging to his plump lower lip. I leaned forward and brushed my thumb over it, collecting the sweetness. I licked my thumb. “Hmm, you’re right.”
Heat filled his gaze.
I tried not to smirk, though I was pretty sure I failed.
The air between us fizzled with electricity as T stared at my mouth.
My elf leaned into me and took my mouth in a heated kiss. Gone was the sweet way he’d kissed me before. This was a claiming.
Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him on top of me as I returned his kiss, darting my tongue into his mouth, tasting the remnants of the strawberry.
He was careful not to put all his weight on me as we made out for a while; the minutes stretching until it felt like time had stopped. Still, it felt too soon when he broke away.
A sound of protest left my lips, making Teárlach smile. “Oh, don’t worry Axel, I’m not done with you just yet.”
With a smirk that really worked for him, T kissed a path down my body, pushing my clothes up and out of the way to get at my heated skin. He nuzzled at my groin before meeting my eyes.
“May I?”
All I could do was nod. I couldn’t form a word with how much I wanted his touch, his mouth, anything, on my straining cock.
My wardrobe comprised of sweatpants because of the weight I’d lost, so he had easy access to my dick. It slapped against my stomach, red and rock hard, as Teárlach released me from them. Then he leaned down to lick along thelength.
I let out a groan that was loud in the quiet of the clearing. My fingers reached into his long hair and gripped him as he sucked me down.
