Page 52 of Scythe & Sparrow
A little crease flickers between his brows as Fionn’s eyes fuse to mine. “Me?”
I blink at him, not sure how my words could have been misinterpreted. “Yeah. You.”
“I’m okay. I’m fine, actually,” he says, though the second confirmation sounds more like a mask than the truth. “Rowan’s arm and hand were injured. Managed to get him patched up.”
“His Tower fell,” I say with a sage nod. Fionn gives me a confused look, and I gesture toward my tarot deck. “It was part of his reading. His little murder competition with Sloane was bound to catch up with them. But they’ll be fine now.”
“You knew about their game?”
I shrug, sitting up to rest my back against the padded headboard. “Gransie had some strong feelings that day they came to your house. And I guess I filled in the blanks. The boot print on Sloane’s face was a bit of a clue. So was the whole ‘blah blah we killed the fucker’ and arguing about the winner stuff.”
“Yeah,” he says as he kicks off his shoes and climbs onto the bed to sit beside me. “Rowan’s not the best at keeping that shit to himself.”
“Maybe he should fly a little under the radar for a while.”
Fionn fiddles with the edge of the bedding, tracing a finger across the white stitches. “Probably. I think he’s always had it in the back of his head that he’s got Lachlan to clean up after him when shit really hits the fan. But, tonight aside, it seems like he’s a bit more under control since Sloane came on the scene.”
“And he’s got you,” I say, and Fionn turns to look at me. “I guess it makes sense now.”
“What does?”
“Why you never embraced the darkness inside you,” I reply, giving him a faint smile. “They expected you to rise above it. To be the man they couldn’t be.”
The dim light. The city sounds. The way he watches me. The way I must be watching him back. Fionn’s gaze drops to my lips and lingers there. My breath catches. I could lean in. Maybe I do.His eyes don’t leave my lips as he drifts just a little bit closer. Time seems to stretch around us.
I don’t want this moment to shatter. I know its sharp edges will lodge in my heart if it does. So I don’t lean any closer. And maybe he’s scared of breaking, just like I am. Because neither does he.
But a current still charges the air between us. An ache deep in my core is desperate for his touch.
I slide my palm across the duvet and place my hand on Fionn’s. He’s still watching my lips as I curl my fingers around his hand. And then I pull it toward me. I let it slide over my bare thigh, moving slowly, then up my hip, skirting my waist, not stopping until we reach my breast. I know he’ll be able to feel the hammering beat of my heart.
“You don’t have to try so hard to be somebody else,” I say, and Fionn meets my eyes. “I like the dark too.”
I give him a slow smile that turns wicked, letting go of his hand to reach for his belt, undoing the buckle and zipper. I can feel him watching every motion as I pull his pants and briefs down to free his erection, taking his length in my tight fist. “I love a bit of something deliciously sinful,” I whisper.
And then I spit on his cock. He hisses with desire as I stroke the saliva once down his length and then I lean down, enveloping the crown in my mouth. Fionn moans as I run my tongue around the head and then take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck. “Fuck, Rose. That mouth of yours is going to be the death of me.”
I work the base of his erection with my hand as I lavish the head with attention, and then I’m sliding him deeper over the flat of my tongue, deeper and deeper until I swallow down the urge to gag. Istart a rhythm. Slow at first. Long strokes. As far as I can take him. Sucking as hard as I can when I pull back. Fionn threads his hands into my hair and pulls it back from my face to get a better view. I look up, my eyes watering, saliva cool on my lips and smeared on my cheeks.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says, and I hum around his cock. “Jesus fucking Christ, Rose. Do it again.” I hum louder this time, and then I rake my fingernails over his balls. “God,yes. Yes, Rose. Don’t stop.”
There’s no way I’m stopping. I quicken my pace, humming moans into his thick cock, cupping his balls. His muscles tense. He calls out my name and I know it’s coming. I thrust my head down on his erection, taking him as deep as I can as his cum shoots to the back of my throat. I swallow him down. Every pulse. I work his cock until he’s shuddering, breathless and hot, his skin slick when I run my fingers beneath his shirt to trace the lines of his abs. When I’m sure he’s fully spent, I start to pull away. But I keep my eyes on his. I take my time. I open my mouth wider and glide my tongue along the underside of his length. He’s riveted to the motion as I lick him clean in a long, languorous stroke.
I’m about to back away when Fionn prowls over me in a flash of motion. One moment I was sitting, watching him with a devious smile, and the next I’m flat on my back, looking into his ravenous eyes. “You think you’re going somewhere?” he asks, caging me in. I fake innocence, raising my brows as I shrug. “You think you’re going to swallow my cock and I’m going to let you get away unsatisfied?”
“I am satisfied,” I say, running my tongue across my swollen bottom lip. His eyes track the motion. I see the hunter in him,looking out through blown pupils, one that’s determined to devour its prey.
“Not satisfied enough,” he says, shifting his weight onto one arm as he trails a finger between my breasts, slowly dragging his touch down the center of my body. “I’m going to bet that your perfect pussy is fucking soaked, begging to be fucked.” Suddenly, his touch is moving in the other direction, back toward my chest. I let out an immediate whimper and he gives me a rakish grin in reply. “I thought so. Fucking desperate to be lavished with attention, isn’t that right?”
I let out another whimper as his finger circles my nipple through my satin tank top. I nod.
“What was that?” Fionn asks, tilting his head as though trying to hear me better. “I didn’t quite make that out, Rose.”
“Yes,” I breathe, and his finger resumes its path toward my center. “I need it.”
I needyou.
Though I don’t say the words out loud, he can sense them. He grins, slowly making his way down my body, maintaining eye contact the entire time. When he gets to my hips, he pulls my sleep shorts off, tossing them to the floor before he lifts the thigh of my injured leg to lay it over his shoulder. He’s so delicate with my broken parts, even when he’s about to destroy the rest of me. It sets my blood aflame. I’ve never wanted anyone like I do Fionn Kane. And as he lowers his mouth to my pussy and presses my chest down with his wide palm as though he can capture every heaving breath, I know that will never change.
