Page 10 of Fleshbound
“Ye wee minx,” Corven growled.
“Who put you in that book?” Quill asked, rolling his hips again.
“Twas over two thousand years ago. It no matters now.”
Two thousand years?“You said three hundred years!”
“I said I had no relations in three hundred years. Ne’er said my imprisonment twas that short.”
Quill rolled his hips again, the tip of Corven’s cock pressing into him a fraction of an inch. They both moaned. Quill’s arms shook, his hands flat against Corven’s hard, muscled chest.
“I coud flip ye an fuck ye now.”
“Not without my consent,” Quill said, bluffing. It had been asked for earlier, so he sensed it was required for whatever bound Corven to the book. “And I don’t give it. Not yet.”
Corven growled under his breath. “Ye're too smart for yer own good.”
Goodcame out asguid.It seemed the more Quill pushed, the deeper Corven’s brogue became. He hated to admit how much he liked it. So he pushed to see how deep it would go.
He stroked his cock back and forth against Corven’s, pushing them both too far.
“The witch is long dead,” Corven finally growled. “Ye have no tae worry aboot.”
Quill froze. A witch? “And what if they’re not dead?”
Corven sighed. “I was there the night he was killed. Once the witch hunters left with their arms laden with treasure, a gang o bandits robbed his castle before they burnt it tae the ground with him inside. Luckily for me, books were valuable in those days. I was saved the flames.”
“You’resurehe’s dead?”
“Aye.He wouda found me by now had he no been.”
That made sense if it had truly been that long. Any witch worth his salt would’ve tracked his own magic down in no time and reclaimed what he thought was his.
Quill felt a jerk between his cheeks, Corven’s cock jumping for attention.
“Whowas it?”
Corven narrowed his lids.
“Tell me… and I’ll slide your cock inside me and ride you for the rest of the night,” Quill whispered.
Corven’s hands tightened on Quill’s hips, his lids appearing heavy. “Did you just saycock?”
“I did,” Quill said, surprised as well. But the naughty word had clearly done something to Corven. He rolled his hips again. “I’ll take your big, thickcockso deep inside me you won’t know where you end, and I begin.”
“Merlin,”Corven squeaked out, his fingertips digging into Quill’s hips. “It was Merlin.”
Quill froze. “As in… theactualMerlin?” The name had whispered through his mind, but Merlin was half myth, half legend.
“Aye.”
“You knew the real Merlin… oh my heavens,” Quill murmured. He captured Corven’s stare. “You were his lover?”
“Nay,”Corven said, reaching around Quill and position his cock.
As soon as the head pressed inside him, Quill lifted off it.
Corven growled. “Ye promised me.”
