“Stroke yourself for me, Hawk Lord,” I pulled back to say. “Stroke that thick cock while I tongue your asshole.”
“And how will I hold my legs?” Dal grinned at me.
I grabbed one of his thighs and shoved it up as I dove between his ass cheeks for more. Dalsharan groaned and then the slick sound of him working his cock filled my ears. I had him before me just as I wanted, spread and vulnerable, moaning and masturbating. It sent a triumphant spear of pleasure through me and ricocheting pulses through my cock. I ground against the bed as I tongued him, stretching that tight hole and sliding as deep as I could. His flesh and scent surrounded me. I ground myself harder against the silk blankets. Pressed my face so tight against him that his flesh molded to my face. I growled and licked and pumped into him while his hand worked faster and faster over his beautiful cock. And when the Hawk Lord finally spurted across his taut belly in thick ribbons, he shouted my name. It sent me shivering into my own climax, spilling over the blankets with my tongue still inside him.
Chapter Thirty-One
I was a mess when I woke up. Black and gold paint smudged my white sheets and cum hardened them. I was tangled in all of that, my hair stuck to my face and wax coating my ass. But the Hawk Lord looked perfect.
Dalsharan came striding into my room, hair shining, combed back from his clean face, and clothes impeccable. He took one look at me and burst out laughing.
“Fuck you, dick,” I grumbled as I climbed out of bed.
I stumbled, righted myself, peeled the sheet off my thigh, and trudged to the bathroom.
“Hurry up,” he called after me. “We're expected at the Hawk Academy in half an hour.”
“Fuck you!” I shouted through the door, then grimaced at my reflection in the gold mirror. “Not lookin' so hot today, Rave.”
I shook my head at the pathetic man in the mirror, then climbed in the shower. The hot water revived me and bits of the night before came back. The Hawk Lord had made me wipe up his cum with my sheets, then held me against his chest and idly played with me—pinching my nipples and fondling my dick—as we talked. The talking didn't last long though. As soon as his cock revived, he was back inside me, making me ride him. It went on like that for hours until I was so exhausted that I passed out. That's when he must have left me in the bed we'd sullied and gone to sleep in his clean one. The prick.
“Hurry up!” his voice through the bathroom door.
“Fuck you,” I said again but not loud enough for him to hear.
I scrubbed my body, washed my hair, and even soaped inside my asshole just in case I got lucky and he decided to “prepare me to receive him” again. I sighed as I thought of having my tongue up him last night. The way he looked with his legs lifted in the air; I bet no one's ever seen the Hawk Lord like that. Not even Jaxon.
I was grinning when I came out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist.
“We're going to be late,” the Hawk Lord growled.
“Well, that's what you get for fucking me senseless last night and failing to tell me about this appointment,” I drawled and headed into my closet.
The Hawk Lord followed me. “You knew there would be training.”
“I didn't expect it to be this morning.”
Dal made a grumbling sound and sat down on the bench to watch me pick out my clothes. I casually tossed the towel aside and bent over to look at the boots. He growled as his hand swept over my ass.
“Uh-uh-uh.” I stood up and moved away from him. “We're going to be late.”
The Hawk Lord grimaced. “Get dressed or I'll harness your cock again.”
I got dressed.
We headed downstairs to a waiting carriage that took us across the city to an enormous structure perched on the edge of the mountain. Hawks flew around it in complicated patterns, shrieking at each other. A group landed on one of the numerous balconies that protruded from the towers, shifted into a bunch of Hawk Sidhe, and went inside.
Our carriage stopped before a wide set of stairs. A pair of double doors at the top of them opened and a muscular man in a leather vest, plain cotton pants, and scuffed boots strode down them toward us. He wore his black hair short like a human soldier and had a tan that spoke of hours in the sun. He reached the carriage just as we were climbing out.
“Dal,” he said with a warm smile, “it's good to see you.”
The men hugged, then Dal waved me forward.
“This is my consort, Ravyn. Ravyn, this is Master Greskal. He taught me to fly.”
“And it will be an honor to teach the Valorian too,” Greskal said.
“You're probably the only one who can,” Dal drawled. “You'll have to get past that human conditioning and his stubbornness.”
“I'm not stubborn,” I grumbled.
“And his tendency toward contentiousness,” Dal added dryly.
Master Greskal chuckled and waved us inside. “I seem to remember a certain young Hawk Lord giving me attitude over his lessons some years ago.”
I slid a smug look Dal's way.
“That's different. I was a little prick,” Dalsharan said to Greskal. “This one is a stubborn rebel—something particularly surprising since he's such a good soldier.”
“So, you haven't changed much,” I said to Dal.
Greskal burst out laughing. “This way, boys.”
He led us through a maze of corridors wide enough to accommodate giant Hawk bodies, past classrooms full of young Sidhe who gawked at us, and into an elevator.
“Do you get lazy when you learn to fly?” I asked as we surged up to the 23rd floor.
“Excuse me?” Master Greskal asked in surprise.
“Elevators.” I waved my hand at the panel of numbers. “You guys can't walk up stairs?”
“Do you want to climb twenty-three flights of stairs?” Dalsharan asked dryly.
“Well, when you put it like that,” I grumbled.
“Think about your arguments before you present them.” Greskal smacked my shoulder as the door opened, and then he led the way out.
Dal shook his head at me as he passed by, as if I'd embarrassed him in front of his teacher. I made a face at the back of his head before I followed.
“Don't make that face at me, Consort,” Dalsharan drawled.
I gaped at him. “How did you...” then I noticed the mirror hanging on the wall directly across from the elevator. Dal was grinning at me through the reflection. “Son of a bitch,” I muttered. “For a second I thought you had some kind of fae superpower.”