The Hawk Lord by Amy Sumida

Chapter Thirty

“Now?” I asked after our carriage was on its way back to Dalsharan's palace.

“No,” he said firmly. “Be patient.”

We'd spent another long hour mingling and sipping wine as that fucking carrot kept me hard. If he gave me blue balls with a carrot, I was going to be pissed.

“We've got enough time,” I argued.

“No.”

“Can I at least suck your cock?”

The Hawk Lord cracked a smile. “You did well tonight, Ravyn.”

I grinned. “I did?”

He nodded. “The King adores you, especially since the other royals are so envious. You spoke eloquently, handled yourself with calm poise, and didn't embarrass me.”

“Thank you.”

“And your performance with...”

“You're welcome,” I whispered.

Dal nodded again and looked away. I wanted to ask him if he still loved Jaxon, but I chickened out. Instead, I watched him in the darkness, treasuring every slash of moonlight that wandered in to briefly illuminate his brutally beautiful face. I watched the shadows turn his cheeks into sculpture and his lips into glass. How had I wound up there, in that carriage, riding through the streets of a fae mountaintop city with the warlord of the fucking Hawk Army? What had I done to deserve this?

Dal glanced at me, saw the way I was looking at him, and settled his gaze on my face. His stare dropped to my lips. I licked them, and his jaw clenched. Slowly, holding my gaze, he unbuckled his belt. My whole body tensed, ready to pounce. The Hawk Lord spread his legs casually, undid his pants, and pulled forth his glorious shaft.

It seemed to glow in the moonlight, a thing of alabaster carved for pleasure. I went to my knees with a fervent groan, my mouth watering as I watched moisture gather on its blushing tip. Dal leaned back, sliding his hips closer to the edge of the bench, and laid his hands to either side of him. I crawled between his knees and took him in hand.

The Hawk Lord inhaled deeply but other than that made no sound. Gave me no encouragement. I stroked his velvet length and bent forward to rub my cheek along it. His scent rose around me, and I breathed in deeply, then buried my nose in his platinum curls and inhaled again. His balls twitched. I took them in hand lovingly, stroking a finger on the line that ran up the middle of his sac, and then licked his cock from base to tip. He let out a small groan when I crested the tip and brought my mouth down over that plum head. I plunged all the way to the base.

With a hungry moan, I sucked upward and took the lower stretch of him in hand. I'd left him wet, and I used that slickness to rub him in time with my bobbing head. The Hawk Lord didn't touch me, just sat back and watched, his eyes almost black in the shadows. That excited me even more, and I groaned as I worked him slow and hard, my lips tightening as much as they could. I tongued that salty head and sucked at it. I massaged his balls and tickled my way over his taint. I loosened my throat and took him down to his base. And he just stared, utterly unmoved.

I worked him faster, my wet efforts and deep moans echoing in the confines of the carriage. Faster and faster I drove myself over him until my lips began to ache. I sucked and stroked and licked and laved while moonlight streamed through the open window and turned us silver. I could hear people outside, just a few feet away from our carriage. All that hid me from their view was the lower half of the door. No one knew that as the Hawk Lord rode past, his face the epitome of boredom, I was between his thighs sucking his magnificent cock.

“That's enough, Ravyn,” Dal whispered.

I drew back, panting, and stared up at him in disbelief. He stroked my cheek affectionately before pushing me back toward my seat. My cheeks flamed as I sat back, and I couldn't help thinking of the way Jaxon had blushed earlier. Fuck, I was turning into a blusher. But then I saw Dal's guards. They were inches from the door as we passed through his gates. That's why he'd stopped me.

The carriage rolled to a stop. Dalsharan climbed out and strode to the front door without waiting for me. I followed in a predator prowl, staring at his ass as if it were my prey. I was going to lick his little hole tonight—lick it until it quivered around my tongue. Fuck, yeah. I wanted to see him holding his legs up for me, wanted to see him in that vulnerable position as I made him scream my name. I got into the elevator with the Hawk Lord and as soon as the door slid shut, I shoved him against the wall and kissed him.

Dalsharan allowed it for a minute; I think I had shocked him. But then he grabbed me by the throat and pushed me away with a growl. My back hit the wall and then his body pinned me to it. He made a low, rumbling sound as he lifted my chin and bit my neck. He sucked hard, and I squirmed. It stung, but he didn't let up. His cock was pressed against mine, but mine was mashed up against my belly while his angled down. We ground together as he mauled my neck.

Then the door opened, and the Hawk Lord shoved me out of the elevator. I went stumbling into a room lit only by moonlight. He growled as he prowled up to me, then he bared his teeth.

“Fly, little bird,” he said in a tone that hinted at pain.

Some primitive part of my brain realized that I wasn't the predator; he was. I wasn't going to have him beneath me, open and vulnerable. He was going to have me in whatever way he wanted. And there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing that I wanted to do about it. Except maybe run. I spun around and ran toward his bedroom.

I heard him coming after me, his footsteps steady as mine faltered. I bashed into a door, clipped my thigh on a table, and went sprawling. The Hawk Lord kept coming, making soft growls that seemed louder in the darkness. My heart was racing, and I didn't know why. This was just a game. He wasn't going to hurt me. Right? Right?! But I suddenly remembered that look in Dal's eyes when the Eagle King had backhanded Jaxon. Fear lanced through my chest. I jumped to my feet and ran through his bedroom, straight to the walkway that connected his tower to mine.

I was halfway across when I risked a look back. The Hawk Lord appeared in the doorway, grinning devilishly. Moonlight lit his hair and shadowed his face as he surged forward. He suddenly seemed like a stranger—a man who didn't love me. One who wanted me for the most base reasons. I turned and ran once more.

Dal caught me just as I came abreast of the bed. With a casual flick of his hand, he spun me onto the mattress. And then he was on me, pinning me face down. I struggled as he tore at my pants, but the weight of his body held me in place. Then my pants were around my knees and that stupid carrot was sliding out of my ass without him touching it. Magic. It was flung away, leaving me aching and empty and still fucking afraid.

Then Dal rose to his knees, and I automatically tried to push up as well. He snarled and grabbed the sleeves of my jacket, pulling my arms behind me as he yanked it off me. I fell back onto the bed, my face in the blanket. Dal shoved the bottom of my tunic upward, off my ass, and then his large hand grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down. I went limp, something inside me sensing that I was conquered.

“That's right,” he growled viciously. “You're mine, Ravyn, and I will fuck you whenever and however I wish.”

His cock slid into me, and I groaned. At last. He pushed down harder on my neck, smothering me in the blankets as he drove deeper. My cock was pressed painfully between my belly and the bed, those rings cutting into me.

I angled my face to the side. “Take the straps off, Dal.”

“Do they hurt?”

“Yes. Take them off.”

He ground harder into me. “Fuck, your ass is tight.”

“Please, take them off.”

“Tell me how much you liked having that carrot in your ass.”

“I loved it. You had me hard all night,” I freely admitted.

“Tell me that you were thinking of this all night. My cock in your tight hole.”

“I was. You know I was. Please, Hawk Lord, release my cock. It hurts!”

Dal grunted and relented at last, untying the leather straps and pulling out so I could get to my knees and remove the rings. I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and shoved off my pants before turning to face him, completely naked. He was still fully clothed, the waistband of his pants bunched below his glossy cock.

“At least take off your clothes,” I whispered.

“Get your ass in the air and your face on the bed,” Dalsharan snarled.

The fear returned instantly. I swallowed past it. “No. Take off your clothes.”

The Hawk Lord growled furiously, but shrugged out of his jacket. He climbed off the bed to slip out of his shirt and kick off his shoes. I watched him greedily as he undid his belt and shoved down his pants. He removed his circlet last, tossing it casually on the floor with his clothes, then stood before me in all his glory, giving me a moment to savor it. He stroked his cock as he pointed at the mattress.

“Yes, Hawk Lord,” I drawled and bent over, pressing my cheek to the blankets and lifting my ass in the air.

I spread my legs so he could kneel between them. Then he was there, his strong thighs shoving mine even further apart, and his cock nudging my hole in seconds. I moaned in relief as he entered me, and slid a hand down to stroke myself. I was close. So close.

“I saw you smile at him,” the Hawk Lord growled.

“Who?” I panted.

“The Eagle King. When he offered to trade, you smiled.”

“I was already smiling,” I snapped.

“Admit it! You thought about his cock taking your ass, just like this. You wanted him to slap you as he did...” he let the sentence hang.

“No, I didn't!”

“Yes, you did,” he growled. “You were staring at his lips as if imagining them around your cock. Is that what you want, Ravyn? You want a man to slap you and suck your dick?”

“No!”

“I'm never going to suck your off,” Dal growled. “That is what a consort does. You suck my cock and I fuck you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I ground out.

“And my cock is the only one you will ever suck. It's the only one that will ever fuck you. Say it!”

“Your cock is the only one I'll ever suck or fuck.”

Dal pulled out suddenly. “Turn around and suck my dick now.”

I crawled around to him and reached for him.

He slapped my hand away. “Use your mouth.”

I glared up at him as I slid my mouth over his thick shaft. It was slick with that fae lubrication and tasted sweet. I moaned and sucked on him, my tongue sliding out to stroke him as I pulled my mouth back. Fuck, was that oil nectar? I sucked it off him greedily.

“Get your ass in the air while you suck me,” Dalsharan demanded.

I complied and even spread my legs though he wouldn't be able to appreciate the view from where he was. My cock pulsed in need, left hanging on the cusp of climax. Then something nudged my asshole, and I jerked. The Hawk Lord's hand went to the back of my head to push me down.

“It's a candle,” he drawled. “I'm moving it with my magic. Keep sucking, Consort.”

A carrot and now a candle? Couldn't he just use his damn cock? But then the candle, with its lovely tapered end, slid into me and started a lazy pumping. I moaned in delight and showed his dick my gratitude.

“That's it, good bird,” Dal growled as he ground his hips forward. “Take that candle up your ass because I put it there and suck my cock because I told you to.” He shoved deeper and gagged me. “Just like that. Choke on my dick.”

The candle started thrusting faster. I cried out around his flesh. My dick wept and pulsed. I swear I could feel my heartbeat in it. The Hawk Lord grabbed my head with both hands and shoved himself down my throat, then stayed there. I gasped for breath past his girth, strangling, staring up at him in horror. He watched me, pumped back just enough to let me breathe, then shoved forward again. Spit ran down my chin. The candle moved so fast it was starting to heat up and melt. I whimpered.

Dalsharan pulled back but began a rapid thrusting. His face twisted into a cruel smirk and his grip shifted, one hand going to my chin and the other to the top of my head. He pumped vigorously into my mouth. But then something shifted in his gaze and it widened. He seemed to register the tears glazing my eyes and the whimpers I was making. The candle withdrew and so did he.

“Ravyn,” he whispered in horror, “I'm so sorry.”

I panted past my swollen lips as I sat up. “It was him, wasn't it,” I said softly. “You were seeing Jaxon while you choked me with your dick.”

Dal's jaw clenched as he looked away. “Seeing him tonight was unexpected and... difficult.”

“It's fine, you didn't hurt me.” I went cross-legged and looked down at my poor aching cock. “Much.”

Dalsharan let out a shocked laugh, then went serious again. “I am sorry.”

“So you said.”

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

I grinned and looked down at my cock.

“I meant what I said about the cock sucking. You're not going to get that from me.”

“You can tongue my asshole but you won't suck my dick?” I huffed.

“Yes. One is preparing you to receive me, the other is demeaning.”

“It's demeaning for me to suck your cock?” I growled.

“No, you're my consort, that's what you do,” he said softly. “It's demeaning for me, as the Hawk Lord, to suck your cock. Sucking cock is submissive. I will never be that.”

“That's bullshit,” I grumbled. “Sucking cock is not submissive; it's just giving someone pleasure.”

“Is it going to be a problem?” Dal asked evenly, without emotion, but a muscle in his jaw ticked.

I grimaced. “I guess not.”

He let out a long sigh and stood up.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“I thought you were angry?” Dal frowned. “Don't you want me to leave?”

“I want you to fuck me!” I shouted. “How many times do I have to say it?”

Dal's eyes went wide and then he grinned. He crawled back onto the bed, his stare sliding over my ass.

“Although, there is one thing I'd like to do first if you really do want to make it up to me.”

He lifted a pale brow.

“Lie back and spread your legs, Hawk Lord,” I purred. “I want to tongue your hole.”

The Hawk Lord made an aroused growl as he laid back on the mound of pillows and spread his legs for me. I went to my belly and sprawled between them, giving his cock a reviving lick before lifting it out of my way.

“You'll have to hold your legs up for me,” I said wryly.

Dal scowled, knowing where I was going with it, but complied. Those strong, warrior hands slid under his knees and he lifted his legs into the air, spreading himself wide as his hips moved forward and his sweet, little, puckered hole came into view. I made a sound of deep delight and nuzzled my face against him.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered as I made my first swipe.

I flicked my tongue over that dusky rose skin, tracing the rim, then slipped it inside slowly. He cried out as his ass clenched around my tongue. I straightened it and thrust deeper, like a tiny wet dick. Oh, sweet Goddess, I was fucking his ass with my tongue and he was letting me.

“Stroke yourself for me, Hawk Lord,” I pulled back to say. “Stroke that thick cock while I tongue your asshole.”

“And how will I hold my legs?” Dal grinned at me.

I grabbed one of his thighs and shoved it up as I dove between his ass cheeks for more. Dalsharan groaned and then the slick sound of him working his cock filled my ears. I had him before me just as I wanted, spread and vulnerable, moaning and masturbating. It sent a triumphant spear of pleasure through me and ricocheting pulses through my cock. I ground against the bed as I tongued him, stretching that tight hole and sliding as deep as I could. His flesh and scent surrounded me. I ground myself harder against the silk blankets. Pressed my face so tight against him that his flesh molded to my face. I growled and licked and pumped into him while his hand worked faster and faster over his beautiful cock. And when the Hawk Lord finally spurted across his taut belly in thick ribbons, he shouted my name. It sent me shivering into my own climax, spilling over the blankets with my tongue still inside him.