35. Chapter 35

Chapter thirty-five

T hese woods are quite lovely. It’s winter, I’m in the ass end of nowhere in Scotland, and it is wonderful. I never thought I’d be enjoying myself while on the run.

It’s not even a nice day. The sky is completely grey. I think it is about to rain. But the air is so fresh, and it is so peaceful out here. It feels restorative. Like it is healing my battered soul.

Of course, it could be Mabon’s company that is making me feel so very content. Or the vast amount of mind-blowing sex we’ve been having lately. That’s infamous for putting people in a good mood. Though, I’d like to think I’m not as shallow as that.

Up ahead of me, seemingly unencumbered by his large rucksack, Mabon ducks gracefully under a low branch. His lilac hair stands out against all the muted browns of the woods. It’s eye-catching, just like he is. But it doesn’t clash. Mabon looks as if he belongs out here. It is something in the way he moves. This is his domain, and watching him in it is filling my heart with joy.

Suddenly, a soft pitter-patter noise flows through the woods. It starts in the distance and then washes over me. The rain has started. I should be dismayed, I’m out here walking in it, with no shelter, and I’m going to be sleeping in a tent tonight with no way to get dry. But it is simply such a beautiful accompaniment to the stunning surroundings that I don’t care about getting wet.

We walk along in both the rain and companionable silence for a short while. Then the trees open up to a small clearing. As Mabon steps into it, he turns around to face me. He walks effortlessly backwards and grins.

He holds his hands up to the rain. Then he sticks his tongue out, tilts his head back, and tries to catch raindrops. He spins around like that, and I laugh.

Rain has plastered his hair to his head. Water is trickling over his face, and he has never looked more beautiful.

He shrugs his rucksack off and starts dancing in earnest. A twirling, twisting dance of joy. The grace of his body is astonishing, but it is his exuberance which has me utterly mesmerised. I never knew such joy could be found in something so ordinary as rain. Mabon can see the beauty and wonder of the world, and now, thanks to him, my eyes have been opened to it.

He swirls around the clearing and my heart swells. This extraordinary person is mine. He sees something in me. He chooses me. Wants me. It’s giddying and overwhelming.

Oh lord. I have it bad. Really bad.

I have no idea how I’m going to take him up to the palace and walk away. No idea at all. But that is a problem for future me and right now I’m not even going to think about it.

Mabon stops dancing and lets out a happy peal of laughter. He retrieves his rucksack, and we continue on our way.

The rain stops, and glimmers of weak sunlight poke out from between the clouds. Miraculously, I appear to be drying off pretty quickly. I wonder if it is an effect of Mabon’s warming spell?

But Mabon appears a lot less soggy than he was. His hair seems to be drying quite quickly, leaving his few loose strands all wavy.

He stops walking suddenly, and I nearly crash into him. He turns to face me.

“I’m horny.”

I stare at him while my scattered thoughts rearrange themselves.

“We’ve only been walking for a few hours,” I say.

He crosses his arms over his chest. “So?”

“We were busy last night! And this morning!” I remind him.

He sniffs haughtily. “I don’t need Mister Dinky if your balls are empty. You may use your other parts.”

My mouth opens. My mouth shuts. It opens again, but it is no good. No words are coming out.

Mabon huffs impatiently. “If you don’t, I’ll have to find someone who will.”

Rage implodes inside my chest. Sudden and vicious. I take a deep breath and try to temper its fire. We are in the middle of nowhere. There is no one else.

“What happened to being mine?” I growl.

His amethyst eyes light up with glee. The little shit is riling me on purpose. I take another deep breath.

“Mabon, we are on the run. We need to get some decent miles behind us.”

His plump lips turn up in an adorable pout, while his eyes blaze stubbornly at me.

Oh lord. It’s going to be far quicker to give into him than to argue with him. And it is not exactly a hardship. ‘Oh no, I have to have sex with my super hot and wonderful lover’, is not exactly something that will win me any pity prizes.

“Fine,” I say.

His pout turns into a beaming grin of pure jubilation. The dazzle of it ignites my soul and sets my heart racing.

I dump my rucksack on the ground. He does the same. I step towards him. My hands reach for his jeans. I undo the button, then the fly. But as I reach for his cock, he stops me.

“No, I want you to eat me.”

Heat flares low in my guts. It flows out along my veins until every inch of me is engulfed in flames. I’ve only had the pleasure of eating Mabon once. It is something I am extremely keen to experience again.

An answering fire glows in his eyes. His smug smile would have infuriated me once, now I’m vowing to inspire that look on his face every day.

He shoves his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. He turns, slowly. Bends artfully, rests his hands against a tree, and presents his wonderful ass to me.

I slowly sink to my knees as if pulled there by gravity. One by one, all my coherent thoughts are falling out of my mind. There is only room for lust. It is taking up all the available space of my consciousness.

One snaking thought clings stubbornly on. It morphs into a memory. It reminds me that the entire reason we are here is because I lied to Mabon and told him I wanted to do naughty stuff outdoors.

That’s never been my thing. It isn’t now. It’s only because we are absolutely in the middle of nowhere, that I’m able to do this. I have no wish to be seen. And the thought of anyone seeing Mabon is making my blood boil.

His moans are mine. His pleasure is mine. His gorgeous body is mine.

I’m far too selfish to be willing to share those things with anyone else. They are mine and mine alone and I’m going to keep it that way. For as long as I can.

Before any more thoughts can torment me, I stick out my tongue and run it along his rim. His little gasp is the most pleasing sound I have ever heard. My hands take a hold of his slender hips so I can hold him still while I ravish him.

I lick around his puckered skin again. The texture feels good against my tongue, but the noise he makes feels even better. I wish I knew what I was doing, but he didn’t complain last time. And he is not complaining now.

I change the direction of my licks so that I’m running over his hole. Long, broad strokes following the direction of his crack.

He whimpers and pushes his ass more into my face. He loves this. Having his ass played with drives him wild. He seems to prefer it to having his cock toyed with, which is just fine by me. We fit together well like that. Perfectly sexually aligned. Even though Mabon had to introduce me to most of the things we do.

Mabon exploded into my life and changed everything. He awakened me. And nothing is ever going to be the same again.

He is moaning beautifully now. Little staccatos of high-pitched cries. His hole is fluttering, so I tighten my grip on his hips and invade him with my tongue in one sharp, sudden thrust.

He wails and his back arches even more. My knees are getting wet from the forest floor, but I couldn’t care less.

I shove my tongue in deeper. Hells, I’d sell my soul for a longer tongue, but I’ll just have to work with what I have and do with my tongue what fingers and cocks cannot.

I give one last long leisurely swirl and then I flick my tongue as fast as I can. It’s far faster than any other part of me can go. I can’t go very deep, but my tongue is soft, warm, wet, and very fast, and I’m gliding past the sensitive skin of his rim.

He is shuddering now. I can’t see, but he has to be clinging to the tree. His hole clenches around my tongue as his orgasm pours from him. He keens. I keep going. I don’t change a thing that I’m doing, not the tempo, speed or direction. His peak rolls on. And on. All of his muscles are rigid and tight.

“Blake!” he screams.

Euphoria bursts through me. I did it. The greatest achievement of my life.

I pleasured Mabon so well that he screamed my name.

And I can’t wait to do it again.