Page 41 of The Poison of the Earth
We start walking and Lonan asks, “Won’t your feet get cold?”
I shake my head, “Naw. I can’t go barefoot in snow–not long anyway, but everything else is fair game.”
He makes a noise.
“Never dated an earth Fae?” I ask, grinning.
Lonan chuckles, “I don’tdate.”
Now my interest is peaked. “Kai is your only partner?”
“I didn’t say that, Ollie.”
I chew that over in silence. We take a turn and the path opens into a little clearing, the maples and oaks interspersed with fir trees. Even in the bare bones of winter it would still be very secluded. There’s a small fire ring and some smoothed logs as benches. I smile, breathe deeply, and pace around the clearing, touching the three mother trees.
Lonan watches me and when I turn back to him, smiling, he gives me a charming half-smile. “You look better already, sweetheart. Just been cooped up too long?”
My smile drops a bit as I respond. “Yes. Earth Fae and all.”
He arches an eyebrow and holds out his hand. I cross to him and we sit on one of the large logs.
We both turn towards each other, knees touching, and his hand wraps around mine. “Why did you just lie to me?” His voice is kind but confused.
I blink.Fuck.
“Oleander, we are spirit mates. Have you had time to think on that? I have only met three couples in my life that were so blessed. We’re going to be together for a very long time. That is,ifwe accept the bond.” A look crosses his face as if he had never considered that I might reject it. But he continues, “We should start off on trust and truth, do you not think?”
I raise an eyebrow, “And how would a man that doesn’t date know what a relationship needs?”
He purses his lips. “Fair.”
I sigh. He’s right though, I need to give him something. “Keeping my magic locked down is hard after awhile. Intense emotions... like fear and disgust...” I glare at him, thinking ofhim ordering Kai to hold me while the Ordained licked me, “Make it harder.” I let go of his hand and pick up a leaf, spinning it by the stem. “Nature helps reset things for me.”
“Oleander... what type of earth Fae are you?”
I shake my head, “That’s all rather linked with the story of my family.” I try to smile, “And you promised me wine when I tell you that.”
His hand raises slowly and takes my chin, firmly but cautiously turning my face to his. “You are telling me nothing.”
Anger rises in me, and his earlier behavior rubs me wrong. “I am telling you, again, to keep pet names for private, how about that, Lonan? Gods, we barely know each other.” I pull away from him and stand.
He laughs, “I know what your cunt tastes like; that seems a rather personal detail.”
I turn, glaring. “Yes, speaking of cunts. Two things: if you’re fucking anyone besides Kai, that needs to stop immediately.AndI want that bat gone.”
Both his eyebrows rise. “Seems bold of you to order either of those, let alone both in one breath, sweetheart.”
“Am I to be your Queen or not? Your mate? If the answer is yes, then neither of those requests are unreasonable.”
He shakes his head, chuckling. “You’re a spirited little thing, Ollie,” he says, standing. “I fucking love it.” His arms wrap slowly around my body. I flinch, as I hear the message from the mother trees translated from their rootlings to the soles of my feet, but I stay silent. “My little Queen,” he continues smoothly, “I think you’ll be in a better mood if I lick your cunt again. Don’t you agree?” He smirks down at me, moving to press the back of his hand against my sex over my dress. “Oh, fuck, sweetheart, you’re hot. Arguing with me turns you on, hmm?”
I grin. “You’re rock hard, Lonan. I’m not the only one enjoying this. Do you like the idea of me commanding you?” Ilet my nails drag up his cock over his trousers.Damn, he’s big, unfortunate that I don’t get to enjoy it for quite awhile. His hips rock forwards. “Do you like the idea that every morning after breakfast, I’ll require you to service me? To order you to your knees?”
He groans, and kisses me, furiously, frantically.
When we part, I say, “Then get on your fucking knees.”
He drops obediently, hands going to my skirts.
