Larkspur's Quest by Emily Larkin

Author:Emily Larkin
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2016-10-07T18:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

“LARKSPUR, NO,” CADOC said. “We are absolutely not doing that. It’s . . . it’s too . . .”

“Too what?”

Cadoc swallowed. He removed his arm from Larkspur’s shoulders and looked away from her. “It’s too intimate. It’s something lovers do, not . . .” Not you and me.

Larkspur was silent a moment. “Surely no more intimate than what you did to me earlier?”

Memory gave him a glimpse of that gleaming triangle of hair, gave him her scent, her taste. “No, but—”

“It’s a bargain. We’re doing it. And then we’re getting out of here. Right?” That last word wasn’t spoken to him; it was directed at the dead Faerie prince. “Your word on it.”

“My word on it.” There was a gloating, gleeful chuckle in the disembodied voice. “Use your mouth on him, and I shall release you.”

“Once,” Cadoc said, still not looking at Larkspur. “She does this once only, and you release us both, immediately.”

“Agreed.”

Cadoc kept his head turned from Larkspur. Oh, gods. This was worse than his worst nightmare. Gods, if only it were a nightmare.

“You will have to tell me what to do,” Larkspur said seriously.

Cadoc squeezed his eyes shut.

“Cadoc, the sooner we do this, the sooner we get out of here!”

Cadoc opened his eyes. He put the chamberstick on the floor and unslung the blanket from his shoulder. He spread it on the hard-packed dirt again, still not looking at Larkspur. He’d lie down for her—she would not kneel at his feet.

His tunic hung down past his hips. He tucked the excess fabric up under his belt. Slowly, reluctantly, he loosened the ties that held his hose up, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull them down.

Elinor had used her mouth on him many times, sometimes excruciatingly slowly, sometimes so fast it had left him dazed. Fast was the only way he would consider teaching Larkspur to do it. Could he climax in less than a minute? Perhaps. If he tried really hard to.

Cadoc dredged back into his memory. What had Elinor done to make him respond so swiftly?

Recollection broke over him. His cock began to stiffen. That was good, he told himself. Good. The harder he was now, the quicker it would be for Larkspur. Cadoc dwelt on memory of Elinor as he slowly eased down to sit on the blanket. He spread his legs. “Um . . .” He thought desperately of Elinor. Her clever tongue, her deft fingers. His cock obliged nicely, pushing eagerly against his hose, tenting the fabric.

Cadoc turned his head to one side, utterly unable to look Larkspur in the face. “If you kneel, um, there . . .”

Larkspur knelt between his legs.

Cadoc’s breathing became constricted. No no no . . . He fumbled with his hose and braies and pulled them down to expose his loins. Freed, his cock stood up stiffly from its nest of hair.

His sense of shame increased sharply, and—to his mortification—so did his arousal.

“What do I do?”

Cadoc closed his eyes tightly. Fast is best. “If you .

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