Page 65 of By the Horns
I’m a little wounded that she doesn’t want me to comfort her. That she wants her friend instead. “Just for a little while. You do need to practice.”
“I will.”
I grunt and turn back to staring at the ceiling. My cock throbs mercilessly, and I know sleep is going to be difficult tonight. Perhaps tomorrow while she’s chatting with Sparrow, I can slip out and see if Naiah can get me another potion. But then I’d be leaving Gwenna alone, and I promised I wouldn’t. I’m just going to have to bear it.
“Did you mean what you said?” Gwenna’s soft voice floats through the darkness. “About keeping me safe?”
“Aye. Meant every bit of it.”
“Thank you.”
My mood improves, despite everything.
The next morning,Gwenna puts on a dress and bodice, and it throws me off. I’d hoped my knot would calm down after a good night’s sleep, but I’d dreamed about Gwenna and her luscious tits. Gwenna and her slick cunt rubbing against my greedy hand.
And now I wake up and see her tits rising like two bread loaves from the top of her corset as she strolls into the kitchen.
I immediately turn and veer down the hall. The garderobe is unoccupied, which means I’m free to slam the door shut behind me, jerk my cock from my pants, and fist it furiously until I come, barely able to swallow the groan that rises from my throat.
It’s as fast as it is unsatisfying. By the time I wipe my hand clean on a towel, my cock is rising again. I jerk myself off once more, thinking about Gwenna’s magnificent breasts and how she’d worked my knot when she’d touched me. She hadn’t acted like it was something to be worried over, like it was a problem that needed solving. It was just part of me. I’d never felt so mucking accepted, and I had no idea I’d find it so damned sexy.
I jerk off twice more before my knot is spent. My cock aches and my hand cramps, but at least I can walk now. I toss the towel into thelaundry for the nestmaid to deal with and head back out to join the others eating breakfast in the kitchen.
To my surprise, only Gwenna is there when I return.
“You all right?” she asks, slicing up some bread and putting the pot of honey beside my normal chair.
“Something I ate,” I lie. “Where are the others?”
“Returning to their library stakeout. They came by to get food and that was it.” Her mouth crooks up in a reluctant smile. “They’re having far too much fun with this. Kipp is absolutely in his element.”
Are they? That’s suspicious.
“Hopefully he’ll keep the other two in line.” I force myself to walk casually past her chair to the other side of the table. Everything in me wants to nuzzle her soft hair and push my nose against her neck. I’m desperate to breathe deep of her scent. To run my hands over her soft skin. By Old Garesh, today is going to be difficult if I don’t get ahold of myself. I thump into my seat.
The moment I do, she sets the sliced bread in front of me. “No butter, just the way you like it.”
And now she’s taking care of me. My cock surges once more. Gods help me. “We’re stopping by somewhere before we go to visit Hawk,” I bite out. “No complaining.”
Her brows furrow. “I didn’t say anything.”
“You were thinking it. I can tell.”
She throws the piece of bread in her hand at my head. “Clearly you woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning!”
She’s wrong. Waking up implies that I slept, and I didn’t sleep much. Not with her so close nearby, and dreams of her tits hounding me every time I closed my eyes.
Thirty-One
Gwenna
Raptor is inthe worst mood this morning, truly. He’s utterly insufferable over breakfast and answers every question with a surly response that makes me wonder why I even bother. The moment we’re finished eating, he practically stomps his way across Vastwarren to the King’s Onion, of all places. He parks me in a seat by the door, all but bellows that he won’t be a moment, and then puts his head down with the barmaid and whispers to her.
A very pretty barmaid that I know well—Naiah. She smiles broadly at Raptor, her expression more welcoming than anything she’s sent to me or the others in the bar. I hate that I’m noticing. I hate that they’re talking so intently and she smiles.
I hate that I’m jealous.
The two of them don’t talk long, at least. Perhaps they notice me glaring at them from afar. Then Raptor returns to my side with a rueful smile, as if he realizes what a shitty thing he’s just done, and tries to put a hand on the small of my back. I shrug him away and walk briskly ahead of him. “Let’s hurry. I want to get there before Aspeth leaves and heads to work.”
