Page 28 of A City of Emeralds and Envy
“The right view—of course.” When I glance down at the Scarecrow, I notice that even though his eyes are still closed, his face is flushed, and there’s a distinct bulge under the ragged pants.
I smirk as I survey him. Our voices roused him, and he’s been listening.
I lean closer to him and murmur, “Are you awake?”
His blue eyes blink open. “Yes.”
“Good.” I run my hand over his warm chest. He has such silky skin. “Would you be… um… interested in…”
“Yes,” he says quickly.
I can’t hold my smile back this time. He looks so eager, so adorable.
“I know you’re still weak, so I’ll do the work,” I assure him. “And we’ll make it quick. Dorothy will be back at any moment.”
Strangely, the thought of her catching us is only mildly mortifying. Once you’ve been naked before the entire Dread Court of the Unseelie, a simple fuck in the forest doesn’t seem as embarrassing.
The skin along the edges of my cuts twinges and pulls a little as I remove my clothes. But the injuries are small, and the discomfort blurs, softening and fading into the heat of my body, into the swirl of need low in my belly.
As I stand bare before him, Riordan climbs slowly to his feet, metal scraping on metal. He remains a few steps away, watching as I unbuckle the Scarecrow’s belt and ease his pants down, over his hips.
Jasper’s cock bounces out, slim and erect. It’s smaller than Caer’s or Riordan’s, but it’s neat and well-shaped. I like it immediately. There’s a trickle of arousal glistening at the tip.
I look at Riordan, waiting. Not that I need his permission, because he and I were never committed in any real way—he was fucking the Unseelie Queen during most of the time I was his captive. Sexual connections are not as restrictive in Faerie as they are in the human world. They are broader, more fluid, more open to the changing needs of those involved.
I deserve to take what I need from the blue-eyed Fae I rescued. But I do not want to injure Riordan’s heart. So I look at him, and I wait.
He wraps both metal-clad hands around a tree branch. Then he inclines the helmet, a wordless agreement.
With his consent warm in my soul, I lick up the underside of the Scarecrow’s pretty cock. He jerks, whimpering, his whole body taut with need. I let my fingers wander over the hard planes of his stomach, over the tattoos on his ribs and chest.
“Kiss him,” Riordan orders.
I crawl up Jasper’s body, careful of his wounds, and I softly press my bare torso against his skin. His cock is pinned between us, a hot ridge against my clit.
Rocking my hips a little, I touch my lips to Jasper’s mouth. He makes a small sound of yearning, as if all he has ever wanted is to be kissed like this. It’s sweet, and hot.
I kiss him again, languidly, savoring the warmth of his mouth. His teeth aren’t sharp like those of some Fae, so I don’t have to be careful.
“Tell me how he tastes.” Riordan’s voice is cool, the tone of a physician or a researcher—but I can hear the thickness of arousal under that feigned coolness.
“He tastes exquisite,” I say. “Like vanilla cake, or golden honey.” I move back down Jasper’s body, pausing to lick his nipple while I tease the underside of his cock with one finger.
“You’ve gained experience in this area,” Riordan says, his voice suddenly colder.
And there we have it. I knew he would figure it out.
“When you rejected me and sent me home, I was angry.” I kneel astride Jasper, reaching between us, stroking his cock head along the wetness of my pussy. “I had sex with the stable-boy and one of the gardeners at Lord Drosselmeyer’s mansion. And also a footman. And—”
A low hiss of anger emerges from the helmet.
“Don’t,” I say tightly. “I’m sure you fucked others after I left.”
Riordan doesn’t indulge my curiosity. After a long moment he says, “Far be it from me to resent you for deepening your understanding of a new field of study. Fuck him, then, Alice. Show me what you’ve learned.”
Jasper groans at the words. “I should tell you—”
“Sshh.” I rub my thumb over his soft lips. “This will help all of us. Just relax, and look at him.” I gesture to Riordan.
