Page 6 of How to Keep a Fae

He chokes on his beer.

I thump him on the back until he can snatch a hoarse breath.

“Sorry. What?!” he gasps out, scowling at me.

“My feeder. I’d barely taken my armor off when she sank to her knees. Took me right by surprise. Wrapped her fingers around me and sucked me straight into a hot little mouth. Never had one do that before.” I drink deeply of my beer. “I hadn’t even cleaned up. She didn’t care. I nutted within seconds. Embarrassing, really.”

“Fuck!” he mutters gruffly, burying his nose in his beer before thunking it back against the table.

I smirk and waggle my eyebrows at him when I catch his glance. “Fucking amazing. And let me tell you, her pussy was the hottest pussy I’ve ever had. I think I’m halfway in love.”

He grunts and leans back on the bench. “Sure. Every warrior has found himself in love with a feeder at one time or another.”

“It’s just a figure of speech,” I say, feeling defensive. “I’m not really in love.” I shrug. “More in lust.” I rub my knuckles absently against the center of my chest. “Do you reckon they’ll let me go at her again?”

He inspects the bottom of his tankard. “No, especially not if they know you like her.”

“I’m not going to tell anybody, am I?” I say. “I’m fucking perky as hell now. Happen, I could take on an army of orcs.”

His lips twitch in a semblance of a smile. He’s not a jolly bastard, that’s for sure, so I like it when I rouse a response.

“I wouldn’t mind it if a feeder did that to me.” he muses. “Unless… I mean, if you offer it to them, they will never say no—greedy little sprites most of the time. You have to prise them off. But she just, what? Sank to her knees?”

He’s not sure whether to believe me, whether I’m making this up just to mess with him.

“Aye,” I say. I take another deep gulp of beer. “I warned her. Said I was going to unload. I swear she tightened the grip and tried to swallow me down her throat.”

“I don’t need all the fucking details!”

“Well, all right then,” I say. “I can’t stop thinking about it. Like a fucking spiritual revelation going down on her in her nest afterward.”

He glares at me before lifting his chin. “So what was her name?”

I open my mouth to answer him, think better, and clamp it shut again.

“What?” he mutters. “Don’t tell me you’re suddenly developing a sense of propriety.” There’s a definite note of challenge in his voice that I don’t like one fucking bit.

“You’re sweet on her,” he concludes, his eyes taking on a knowing glint.

“Fuck you,” I say. “Why did you even sit down next to me anyway?”

“There are no fucking seats,” he says, sweeping his arm to indicate the room. “It’s busy. As you might have noticed if you could get your thoughts off the damn feeder, who you are definitely sweet on.”

I can’t argue. I had already surmised as much. Still, he doesn’t need to announce he only sits with me when there are no other fucking seats.Asshole.

The server comes over with two fresh pints for us. I down the rest of what’s left in my tankard and then pass the empty to her. He does the same. We both silently reach for our next beer and drink deeply.

“Go on, what’s her name?” he asks.

“I’m not fucking telling you now. I thought we were bonding over a beer before you made it clear I’m beside the only empty seat in the house. And let me tell you, she had one of those pussies that clamp the shit out of your dick. The ones you don’t ever want to leave. I realize you’ve grown up around them all your life. But I swear this one is a queen in my eyes.” I swipe my hand down my face, expecting him to make some disparaging comment… he doesn’t. “God, she was so fucking sweet, staring up at me with those gray eyes. Fae often have unusual eye colors, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen any with that shade before. Have you?” When I turn to look at him, I realize I have his undivided attention. Worse, I suspect I’ve just revealed too much.

His lips tug up on one side. He lifts his beer to drink.

“You’ve been with her, then?” I don’t like the queasy feeling in my gut one bit.

He shakes his head, putting the tankard back down. “I don’t remember any gray-eyed feeder. But I’m usually busy fucking them instead of gazing into their eyes.”

His dig rolls off. I snort. “Whatever. I’d gaze into her eyes all day. Especially while I’m eating her out, and she’s gripping my hair, making those cute little mewling sounds.” I’m getting hard again… I need to think about something else.

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