Page 60 of The Last Hunt
Maeve is motionless, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Fucking hell.”
“Don’t have a little exhibitionist streak in you?” Aethon chuckles.
“Definitely not,” she grumbles.
“It’s alright, chrissah.” Aethon pulls her down next to him and she wraps an arm around his chest, her chin propped on his shoulder. He pulls the tie out of her braid and sinks his hand into her hair.
“That feels good,” she murmurs as he massages her scalp. She runs a hand down past his stomach and strokes him through his underwear. Aethon inhales sharply and glances down at Maeve. Her expression is soft and open. He’s still not used to seeing that kind of look on her face and it makes his breath catch in his chest. Maeve narrows her gaze and slides a hand beneath his underwear feeling the hardness of him.
“This is for me?” she says, leaning up to kiss his jaw. Her lips are warm and Aethon tightens his hand in her hair.
“All for you,” he breathes. Her fingers are gentle, her touch teasing.
“Good,” she replies. She kisses his jaw again, nipping at him. She pushes his underwear down and pulls his cock out, wrapping her hand around him. The warmth of her hand and the coolness of the air makes Aethon sigh. “Mine,” Maeve purrs.
He huffs a laugh and traces a finger down her nose. “I always knew you’d be a jealous lover.”
“Jealous?” she replies, furrowing her brow. “Me?” But Aethon can tell from her tone that she’s teasing.
He taps her gently on her full lips. “Possessive. Territorial. Whatever you want to call it.”
Her lips twitch and she strokes her hand up and down his cock. It feels so good. The pressure of her hand, and the fact that it’s Maeve touching him.
“I’m a bounty hunter for the Guild of Two Roses,” Maeve says. She squeezes him a little harder and leans up to kiss him. Aethon traces his tongue along her bottom lip and presses his palm to her cheek. “If you want someone sweet and passive, I suggest looking elsewhere,” she murmurs.
Aethon chuckles. “Sweet and passive? Sounds terrible.”
“Good,” she says. Her gaze turns fiery and she slides her hand luxuriously slowly up his cock, pressing her thumb down over the head of him. Aethon arches back with a groan. Golden warmth begins to spread through his groin and he clenches his hand in the bedsheets.
With a narrow look at the ceiling, Maeve withdraws her hand, spits into it, and then slides her fingers around his length again.
“It’s so fucking hot when you do that,” Aethon groans. He watches her, his body tense as she pumps his cock slow and hard.
She kisses him again, her tongue teasing, the pressure of her hand just about perfect. The minutes tick past slowly, and Aethon enjoys every second of Maeve’s undivided attention. His face feels flushed and he writhes beneath her, but she keeps him on the edge.
“C’mon - Bladesy -” he pants. “Have mercy on me -” He clutches her cheeks as he begs her to push him over into that crimson hued pleasure,
“No, artrenn,” she whispers. “Not yet.” Her fingers slow and Aethon groans as she continues to torture him expertly. He feels sweat break out on his forehead, his body wound tight and thrumming.
She keeps pressing languid kisses to his lips as she strokes him. The pressure builds and builds until finally she speeds up her rhythm and he can’t help but to come, his muscles tensing, pure pleasure making him groan through clenched teeth.
She breaks away from his mouth and looks down at him, her green eyes narrowed. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” she says. She slides her hand over his cock a few more times, slicker with his release, and he jerks, oversensitive now. “No man should be that hot when he comes.”
“Can’t help it, Bladesy,” Aethon says. He stretches his arms above his head, satisfaction pulsing through his body. “I’ve just got that animal magnetism.”
Maeve rolls her eyes and pushes herself up off the bed and heads to the bathroom. “Right - animal magnetism. You’re such a jackass, Aethon,” she teases.
“Hey!” he calls as she disappears into the bathroom. “You think you can just waltz away from me after that?”
She pokes her head around the doorframe and gives him a small smile. “I’ll let you lick me in the morning, artrenn.”
Ten minutes later, Maeve has tucked herself next to Aethon, her back against his chest. He wraps his arms around her and presses a kiss to her head, her hair soft and silky. Maeve makes a small, pleased noise and Aethon feels like his heart might crack. He can’t let this woman go. He will if that’s what she really wants - but the thought makes panic start to rise in his chest. He slides a hand under her shirt and clutches her more securely to him. He can feel her heart beating slowly. What can he do to make sure he can be with Maeve even after this hunt is over? Is she still planning on taking the bounty money and leaving Two Roses? He should ask her. But Aethon doesn’t want to ruin this brief time that they have together by demanding more than Maeve is willing - or perhaps able - to give. He’ll take what she’s offering. It will have to be enough.
Maeve twines her fingers with his on her stomach and relaxes against him.
“Goodnight,” she murmurs.
He kisses the back of her head again, inhaling her scent. “Goodnight.” He falls asleep to the sound of her slow breathing.