Ronan

Ronan

“We really should get a Healer on staff.” I crunched into a piece of dry toast smeared with plumple preserve. “And a Magirus.”

Liz clanged her glass of orange juice onto the kitchen counter. “Are you criticizing my cooking?”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t dare.”

Neela scraped out the stool and sat beside me, smelling of vanilla and strong black coffee. “What do we need a Healer for?”

Liz snorted. “He’s probably sore from too much sex.”

I bristled. She was partly right, but my dick health was none of her business.

Neela squeezed my knee. “Healers are expensive. Stop trying to spend all my money, toy boy.” She grinned.

I instantly relaxed and cupped her ass, resting my hand on the back of her stool. “Oh, I’ll do anything for money,” I said hungrily, smelling the pulse of desire that my words sent through her.

“Enough!” Liz dramatically snatched up her orange juice and spilled a few drops down her cream top. “If I’m not getting sex, I don’t want it shoved down my throat.”

Neela leaned close and whispered in my ear. “You can shove it down my throat anytime, toy boy.”

Fuck, she was sexy, with a sassy mouth that I wanted all over my body.

Louder, she said, “I’ve been thinking about something. I’d like to make some kind of testament to Sebarah. He was your friend and my brother, and I feel kind of bad about all the terrible things I used to think about him. So I’d like to Grow him a memorial.” She locked her blue eyes on mine. “Do you have any suggestions?”

I beamed. “Is the independent trashbag asking somebody for help? Liz, catch me, I’m about to faint.”

Liz guffawed a snort.

Neela smacked my arm away from her ass and shoved me playfully. “If you’re going to be like that, I don’t need your h—”

“I have the perfect idea. You could complete Seb’s guardian hedge.”

Neela and Liz exchanged a glance. “The what now?”

“After he Ascended, he grew the hedge out the front. It parts in welcome to let through family and friendly visitors, but remains closed and impenetrable for unwelcome visitors.”

“Yes, we know.” Neela tossed a strip of bacon to Doug and Herb, who nibbled on each end, reeling each other closer. They were kind of cute for terrifying predators.

I kept a wary eye on the snuffle tuffs. “But he never finished it. He wanted the flowers to change to represent the visitor’s intent. Like red roses if a lover arrived. Or larkspur for murderers. That sort of thing.”

The tomcat wriggled with excitement, practically bouncing in her seat. “I love it! I can do the Growing part, but I’ll need your help with the spells.”

Hearing her ask for my help was bliss, and I grinned like a fool. We walked out to inspect the hedge to figure out how much work was involved. I sent some feelers in to try to unravel the spell work and understand what was going on, and Neela opened up to the plant itself, trying to understand how she could encourage the flowers to change.

The hedge opened for me, and I wandered and paused in the middle, looking up at the archway of greenery over my head. “I think we’ll need a Weaver. The spellwork is too complex for me.”

Neela joined me inside the hedge and squeezed my bicep. “What, a big strong fae like you needs help?”

The hedge closed around us, leaving a tiny, private clearing just for us. “Everybody needs help sometimes. Even a big strong fae like me.”

A wicked smile crossed the tomcat’s lips. “Take off your shirt so I can see those muscles better. I need to see just how big and strong you are.”

I slipped it over my head, instantly hard for her.

“Good toy boy.”

I growled and pulled her close, spun her around and bent her over, then slapped her ass hard. She protested, so I slapped her harder. “I’m not your toy boy,” I snarled, getting harder and harder with every slap of her ass, watching how it jiggled and moved. “You’re my queen. To do with as I please.”

She moaned, and her musky aroma was heady and arousing.

“Grow me a branch so I can lean you over it and fuck you,” I demanded.

She complied, and a branch extended from the hedge at hip height. I bent her over it, slipping up her short skirt and exposing her orange panties. I ripped them off, and droplets flew through the air. “Are you wet for me, my queen?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

I unbuttoned my fly, and my cock sprang free. The cool air teased my sensitive skin, and it was all I could do not to plunge to the hilt inside my tomcat and take her hard, fast, senseless.

“Slap me again, prince.”

My lips quirked. “You like that, do you?”

“Please,” she said, and I slapped her hard, leaving a red mark on her cheek and watching as it wobbled, growing even harder for her.

I eased my tip into her entrance, barely penetrating her hot wet pussy. I eased my tip up and down along her, tickling her clit with my broad head.

Fuck, she was wet, so wet, and I couldn’t wait a moment longer.

I eased into her deliciously slowly, filling her inch by inch, delighting as she tilted her ass toward me, trying to take more of me, faster.

“You’re perfect,” I purred as I filled her completely, my body flush against her ass.

She ground her ass, trying for more friction, wanting more of me, and my cock pulsed in response. But I was in control, and I pulled out of her slowly, agonizingly slowly, torturing myself as much as her.

Then I slammed into her hard, rocking her whole body over the branch, watching her spiky head recoil, our flesh slapping as I pounded her.

“Harder,” she cried, wiggling her ass and moaning, and I went harder for her, pounding and pressing, needing her like I’d never needed anything.

Before I came, I flipped her over so her ass rested on the branch, and I supported her upper body as I leaned forward over her, sliding in and out and kissing her passionately.

She moaned again and again, and I knew her well enough to sense her release building, so I kept my pace the same, letting her ride out her ecstasy.

She hooked her ankles around my waist and screamed my name as she came, and I let myself explode inside her, filling her, feeling her muscles clenching around me, needing her, wanting her, and knowing I would never get enough of her.

We breathed together, panting, holding each other tight.

I held her close while I straightened up and slid out of her, then placed her on her feet, and she staggered against me.

“You’re very good at hedge work,” she murmured, making me grin.

“Anytime you need a hand, baby.”

Anytime she needed anything.