Page 55 of Falling for the Felid
“What do—Oh.”
“Yeah. It’s not exactly a secret that we’re sleeping together, but I haven’t made any official announcements to my friends. Have you?”
He shakes his head slowly, deep in thought. “Do we care if they ask, though? It’s not as though they can force us to answer.”
I give him a minute to think about what he just said. He’s known Dáithí longer than me—alotlonger, according to Dáithí—so the idiocy of that sentence should be sinking in any?—
“Fuck.”
—second now. “We don’t have to tell them everything,” I console. “But there are some things they’ll get out of us whether we want them to or not.”
He huffs a little, which I find surprisingly hot. Of course, I find most things about Ari hot, so I’m not sure why I’m surprised.
“Do we care?” he repeats. “I’ll probably push back if the questions get too invasive, but it doesn’t bother me if they know we’re together. I guess I’m like most people that way—I like to show off that I got a sexy guy.”
Hmm, yep. “Take off your pants,” I order, starting toward him.
A smile spreads across his face. “What? Fe, we need to leave in a minute.”
“This won’t take long. You can’t say stuff like that andnotexpect me to jump on your dick.”
The smile gets wider, and he lets me reach for his belt without protest. “What exactly did I say? This might be something I need to write down for future reference.”
I slide his zipper down and reach inside his underwear. The hitch in his breath as I take hold of his cock is music to my ears. “You know what you said. Now… How will I do this?” I glance around the kitchen, then literally lead him by the cock to the table and pull out a chair. “Sit.”
He obeys, whining a little as I let him go—though that might be because I make sure to stroke my fingertips over every millimeter of ridged skin as I do. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of those ridges. They feel so fucking good, from every angle.
It takes me seconds to strip off my own pants and underwear, and then I’m straddling Ari’s lap, grateful that elves—or maybe dragons—invented a spell to make lube and that Ari’s already slicked himself up. By now, we know exactly how much prep I need to take him, and it’s the work of a few minutes to get me ready, and then the thick head of his cock is notched against my hole, slowly pressing in.
I mostly prefer to top, but in moments like this, I’m grateful to bottom.
We’rea little later than planned when we get to the king’s penthouse, and I realized shortly after my orgasm that I kept the motherfucking king of the elves waiting so I could get off. Now I’m low-key freaked that he’llknow, somehow, and our smallrudeness will blow up into a huge insult that might result in Ari losing his job.
Ari thinks my worries are funny. He assures me that the king isn’t all that fond of formal protocol, that he’s newly in a serious relationship and gets the whole spontaneous sex thing (which reminded me that the relationship he’s in is with Jared, and Jared, while fairly discreet, has occasionally said… stuff), and that even if he was inclined to be a hard-ass about it this one time, it still wouldn’t be enough to justify firing Ari.
I’m not fully convinced about that, but Ari’s enjoying his post-coital chill, so I’m keeping my concerns to myself.
At least we saved some time by using a portal instead of driving. We’re only a teeny bit late.
We’re also standing in the middle of what appears to be a self-contained studio apartment. It’s cute, if tiny, and not at all like Jared’s description of the penthouse. Where’s the roof garden?
“Um, where are we?” I turn in a slow circle, noting how tidy the place is. If it wasn’t for the overnight bag at the end of the bed, I’d think nobody lived here.
“The security team’s rooms,” Ari informs me, heading toward a door beside the kitchenette. “This is where we stay when we’re on overnights.”
Oh. I take it in with new eyes. Considering that I thought they slept on the couch or used a tiny guest room, this is pretty nice. Private, fully kitted out, and the kitchenette is a nice touch. Now I understand why Jared told Dáithí he could just stay too.
“Felix? Are you coming?”
Snapping out of my thoughts and remembering that I’mstillkeeping the king waiting, I hurry after Ari. On the other side of the door is a swanky living room, the kind that belongs in movies about stockbrokers who commit some kind of investment fraud. The vibe is lots of money that doesn’t need to be flashy to besomehow dangerous. It makes no sense, even in my head, but I like it.
It’s also devoid of people.
“Weweresupposed to meet them here, right?”
Ari shoots me a “how stupid do you think I am?” look. “Yes. They’ll be upstairs in the den. It’s a little cold for the garden tonight, but they might venture out anyway.”
We head upstairs, me taking everything in with wide eyes so I can tell my family exactly what the home of the elf king looks like, and then along a short hall and into another room. This one is decorated very differently, and it’s full of people.
