“I’m not going to last,” I whined, my orgasm gathering at the base of my dick. I tried to suppress it, to savor it with a firm squeeze, but I was too turned on, too impatient to feel the explosion of us finally coming together.

“Don’t try to,” he said through a guttural moan. “You’re going to make me come so hard, sweetling. Just—ngh—a little more.”

I bit my lip, hoping to stifle the wail rising from the back of my throat, but Cair’s hand left the wall, fingers dimpling my jaw to pry it open. “Don’t deprive me of those pretty noises,” he demanded. Desperate, untamed. “I want to hear you howl. Let everyone know how you sound when you come for me.”

A spangle of green light burst at the edges of my vision as my balls tensed and my thighs cinched tight around his hips. Less than a dozen slick, sticky strokes later, I cried out, coming in thick ropes over our stomachs and my joined fingers. Cair lunged forward, his fangs sinking into my neck possessively as he stuttered through his own release, spilling so freaking much between us that my hands struggled to keep their vise-like grip.

I shivered and moaned, drawing out the aftershocks with weak bucks into my slackening fists. Cair’s cock didn’t so much as flag against me, and with the hunger flaring in his eyes when he leaned back to look at me, I knew he was still fired-up and raring to go again.

Fae refractory periods be praised.

“Do you want to be fucked, my heart?” he purred, already hooking his fingers into the back of my pants before tugging them below my ass. “You want to be claimed and filled right here in the stables?”

I nodded, my face flaming and my dick twitching valiantly back to hardness. He brought a hand up between us, doing as he’d promised and scooping up our essence before once again reaching behind me. As two wet digits circled the rim of my hole, I relaxed, preparing for relief from the emptiness⁠—

“Luca?”

I jolted as Zadok’s voice sounded from outside.

Shit, shit, shiiiit.

I flapped and floundered in Cair’s arms until he set me down. He stared at me as if I’d grown an extra head, just standing there while I hopped around, wrestling with my pants, with no shirt and his cock hanging out.

“Get dressed,” I whisper-hissed, ducking to grab my shirt from the entryway but letting out a frustrated “Bah” at the state of my belly.

There was a rag by one of the stalls and I didn’t have the luxury of dwelling on what it had been used for, I just wiped the rest of the cum off both of us. But my skin was still unbearably sticky, and that, I couldn’t deal with. Conveniently, there was a sink at the far end of the stables, and with an expert dodge and crawl, I reached it, dipping the cloth into the water before scrubbing violently at my skin. Cair offered up a fang-filled snarl when I returned to his side, reaching out to clean him up.