The Hawk Lord by Amy Sumida

Chapter Twenty

Four hours later, I had achieved my goal. Yes, it took me that long. Evidently, fae metabolisms run faster than human and we process alcohol better. One of the fae Hawks took pity on me when he saw me pouting in the middle of a bunch of laughing, drunk yahoos; he handed me a bottle of fae wine with a wink. That's when I finally got a good buzz on. Enough of a buzz that I spent all the money I had in my pockets on more fae wine.

When Raeshal finally returned—without Frederick, who I imagined he fucked senseless—he found me singing a nasty song with a bunch of nasty soldiers making nasty gestures in the air nastily. In short, we were having a fucking great time. Raeshal shook his head, pilfered one of my bottles of wine, sat back against a crate, and proceeded to enjoy the entertainment.

It all got pretty hazy after that. A bunch of time went by and then...

“Ravyn,” a deep voice said.

I was on my back. No, wait, I was leaning against a crate beside Rae, with my head laid on top of the crate. That's what I was doing. The stars were dancing for me. It was awesome.

“Ravyn,” the voice came again.

Was it the Beasts again? Were those memories coming back? I went still, listening carefully. Maybe I'd remember more of what they told me.

“Yes?” I asked cautiously.

“Get up,” the Beasts said.

I scowled. Why would they tell me to get up? Had I been standing when they were talking to me? Or had I fallen? Did it matter? Maybe I had fallen? Had I fallen now? I definitely couldn't get up.

A strong hand grabbed my arm and pulled me up.

“He's a bit in his cups, my lord,” I heard Rae say.

I swung my head around and a face came into view. His face. “You're not a beast,” I said accusingly.

The Hawk Lord frowned at me.

“You're pretty,” I said in that I-love-you tone drunks get. “No! You're handsome,” I corrected. “And you have a Goldilocks cock.”

Raeshal snickered.

“I have a what?” Dal lifted an amused brow.

“It's in between 'Yeah, daddy' and 'Take it out,'” I explained sagely.

Dalsharan looked at Rae.

“It's a compliment,” Raeshal said with twitching lips. “Best to leave it at that, my lord.”

Dal sighed, picked me up like a bridegroom, and carried me away.

“You're carrying me like a girl,” I said irritably.

“I'm afraid that if I throw you over my shoulder, you'll throw up down my back,” he said dryly.

“Oh. That's a goosh point.” I frowned. “A goo-on point. No, wait, it's a goo-ul—”

“It's a good point,” he cut me off. “Sweet Mother, how much did you drink?”

“Well, that's a goosh question.” I nodded. “I think... hmmm. There were a few at the beginning. And they didn't work.” I shook my head at him sorrowfully. “But then!” I straightened, and he had to scramble to adjust his grip. “Lo and behold, a fae Hawk did appear and give unto me... faerie wine.” I grinned at him.

“I will murder this Hawk,” Dalsharan growled.

“No, no, no.” I meant to brush a finger over his lips affectionately but wound up just pushing on them. “He was a messenger of the Goddess, sent to comfort me in my time of knees.” I frowned. “That's not right. My time of neat. No, hold on, I'll get it. My time—”

“Your time of need,” Dal said before I could go on.

“Yes, that.” I smiled and sighed.

“Fetch the doctor,” Dal said gruffly.

“Who are you talking to?” I swung my head around trying to find this elusive person.

“Bress,” the Hawk Lord said as he carried me into his tent. “One of my guards.”

“Oh.” I squinted at the bright fae lights in his tent. “Is it morning already?”

“No.” He took me into the sleeping area and set me on my feet.

I wobbled as he stripped me.

“Are you gonna fuck me with your Goldilocks dick now?” I asked.

“No.”

“Shit,” I huffed in disappointment and climbed onto the bed. “At least come spoon me. You like to spoon.”

A smile twitched over his lips. “Be still, Ravyn. A doctor is coming.”

“I don't need a doctor, I feel fine. Better than that even.” I grinned and watched the stripes on the tent ceiling swirl.

“You've drunk too much fae wine,” Dalsharan said gently as he sat on the bed beside me and pulled a blanket over me. “You will be severely ill soon if it isn't removed from your body.”

“Removed from my body?” I gaped at him. “How the fuck do you remove wine after it's been sunk? Trunk. Drunk! That's it! I got one!”

“It will be painless,” he assured me as he swept my hair back. “try to relax.”

“Hawk Lord?” a voice came from the main room.

“In here, Perrel,” the Hawk Lord called out.

Yes, the camp doctor was named Perrel. It sounds just like peril. Which is a rather unfortunate name for a physician. But he was good at what he did so I guess it didn't matter. He came into the room, took one look at me, and shook his head in dismay. Perrel set his case down on the Hawk Lord's dresser and pulled out a smooth, clear pebble.

“His first time with fae wine?” Perrel asked Dal.

“Yes. I've tried to keep him away from it. Tonight, I failed at that endeavor.”

“I'm right here,” I growled. “And I'm not a dog to be kept away from stuff.”

The men exchanged a look that said otherwise.

“Stay still, Corporal,” Perrel ordered as he set the pebble on my chest. Then the doctor closed his eyes, held his hand over the stone, and started speaking in Old Fae.

“Is he casting a spell?” I whispered loudly to Dal.

“Yes. Fae doctors use spells and tools to magnify their healing magic. Now shut up.”

I pouted. But my pout faded as my mind suddenly cleared, and I took a deep, embarrassed breath. “Oh, fuck,” I groaned.

“I believe he's recovered, my lord,” Perrel declared as he collected the stone.

“Thank you, Perrel.”

“Hawk Lord.” Perrel bowed, put away his stone, and left.

“I may have drunk a little too much,” I confessed.

“Do you think?” Dal laughed.

“Shut up, dick,” I huffed as I sat up. “That's a nice trick with that rock.”

“Stone sober,” Dalsharan drawled as he drew a hand down my chest.

I laughed. “Yeah, I am. Now, are you going to fuck me with your Goldilocks cock?”

“Ravyn, what the hell is a Goldilocks cock?” Dal asked dryly.

I leaned forward and nibbled on his lower lip before answering, “A perfect, glorious dick that's just shy of being too big.”

“Ah,” he murmured as he got undressed. “Then, yes, I'm going to fuck you thoroughly with my Goldilocks cock.”

I watched him hungrily as his clothes fell to the floor and that Goldilocks cock was revealed. Dalsharan smiled wickedly at me as he rubbed his hand over its thick length, gilding it with oil. Then he returned to bed and pushed me onto my back.

“Hold on.” I set a palm on his chest. “What did the warlords decide?”

“Later,” Dal growled as he flung back the blankets and lifted my legs. “Guide my cock in.”

I groaned and reached down to angle him inside me. He worked his tip in and then pumped in gradually, just as Kevin had advised. But soon, he was pumping away savagely, his face gone feral, and I was screaming, “Fuck me harder, Hawk Lord!”