[NSFW 18+] Collection #2 | Post 10 - Concept Scene: Prove You're Not Faking. (Patreon)

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POV Eiríkr

Ref: Book 7- concept scene. This may or may not actually become part of book 7. I wrote it a bit early during the planning phase, and now I’m not sure they’ll actually get to this point? Or if it would happen like this hahaha, but I’m sure some similar version will end up in the book, so consider this a sneak peek of what is to come!

Flickering pink and orange hues danced off Nathaniel’s ice white hair, making it almost glow as he shook out the rolled blankets from the horses saddles. He’d chosen a good spot to camp for the night. A medium elevation position with a reverse slope that would keep our fire hidden from the ground. Its embers reached hopelessly toward a dark blue sky skirted by the last rays of the sun below the horizon.

The smoke it made was thin and wafted upward to disappear under the star light. We would be safe here, both from my family and his. Nathaniel set a flat, slate stone over the fire to cook eggs and root vegetables while I pretended to be busy plucking grapes from their stems. I didn’t notice him browning buttered bread or melting squares of cheese over it until he crouched before me to offer a piece. 

“Here,” he spoke as he handed the still steaming slice of bread to me. 

“…Thanks,” I murmured. 

Our eyes met for a heartbeat and I looked anywhere else as quickly as I could to still the rapid flutter in my chest. Stupid of me to have my heart leap into my throat just because he looked at me. In return I gave him a handful of plump green grapes and ignored it when he sat beside me. Nibbling on warm bread and cheese I felt like a child again in my fathers encampment. All that was missing was the iron tang of blood, naked bodies indulged in lewd acts and cries of prisoners dying. 

I froze in place when cool fingers brushed the hair from my face. 

“Are you okay?” Nathaniel asked calmly as his palm came to rest on my forehead. 

Unable to keep the surprise from my face I stared back numbly until my senses returned. “Why wouldn’t I be? Stop touching me,” I huffed, swatting his hand away only for him to catch my wrist.

The dumb fairy was unfair. 

“You look pale,” he didn’t sound like he was going to give up.

“I’m fine. Let go,” I demanded, trying and failing to wrench free. Freakishly strong creatures the Fae are when you’re not revenanted. 

“Do you want more to eat?”

“No.”

Nathaniel’s hold loosened when I gave up struggling. 

“Why do you care so much?” I muttered, rubbing my wrist to warm the coolness left by his grip.

“Whoever said I cared? If you fall ill while we’re travelling, we’ll have to return. I’m in no hurry to do that,” he leaned away from me with a casual shrug and I felt heat flood into my cheeks. 

“If you don’t care then why did you make me food?” The question escaped before I could stop it. 

The man showed no sign of shame. “Are you complaining about that as well?” 

“Yes. It was dry. You should have used more butter, and some chives and garlic to season it. ”

“Did you pack chives and garlic?” 

I hadn’t packed anything. I’d been trapped in his room when he planned this little outing. He knew that. The man was mocking me. “You’re an arrogant bastard,” I decided, shooting him a scowl.

A faint smile broke his icy facade and he leaned forward again. The movement brought his lips alarmingly close to mine and I felt the cool of his breath when he spoke. “I’ll take that as a no, in which case, you forfeit your right to complain.”

He was so close, I bet I could make him regret it. “I’ll complain as much as I like,” I shifted to be even closer as I glared at him.

Nathaniel held his breath, making no return comment but neither did he move away. He never shied from me. Never rejected my touch or looked disgusted. Not when I clung to him, nor when I slept beside him, and not now. Instead, his hand cupped my cheek and a warm dizzy feeling spread down my limbs. Was he about to kiss me?

“Nathaniel…” I began, unsure of what I wanted to say. 

“Tell me to stop, if that’s what you want, and I will,” his lips brushed against mine. 

He delayed a moment for my answer but it was all I could do to keep my heart from bursting. His mouth found mine so gently I might have mistaken it for a butterfly’s wings and I pressed closer out of instinct, letting the kiss become more earnest. Nathaniel took the invitation without hesitation, drawing me closer to deepen the exchange. The inside of his mouth was cold too, interesting in a way I found myself drawn too as if it were familiar. 

When he pulled away it was too soon for my liking, but I swallowed the thought because I refused to let him know I liked it.

“No complaints?” He teased lightly. 

I sneered, irritated. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him I wanted more, but I didn’t want to waste the opportunity. “I do have a complaint actually,” I began rudely. “You stopped. What happened? Did you decide you didn’t like kissing Vanir filth after all? Or were you just doing that so you could shame me about it later—”

He pulled my chin down with his thumb and silenced me with another gentle kiss. 

The world axis tilted and I landed back in the soft cushioning of the blankets. I melted there. Tension I didn’t realize I was holding drained away and I became a puddle under him as he kissed me. It was so tender that part of me wanted to cry. No one loved me like this to kiss me like I mattered, so why was he? Wasn’t he disgusted by me? Didn’t he hate me? 

I was breathless by the time he let me go. Panting and with hot water was beginning to sting my eyes, I looked up at him, confused. “What is wrong with you?” I’d meant it to sound like a demand, not a sorry whisper. 

“Nothing,” he returned softly. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Upset me?” I turned my face away with a disabused snort and a tear escaped sideways. “Why would I be upset that you’re being cruel to me? It’s the nature of Fae. I shouldn’t have expected anything different.”

“Cruel to you? Tell me how I’ve been cruel.”

Dumb bastard. I turned back only to glare at him. “You thought you could kiss me as if you cared so that you could embarrass me later, but I’m not stupid enough to fall for it.

“Thoughts don’t enter your head the right way, do they?”

I ignored the rude remark. “If you really wanted me, you would do more than kiss me.” It was an easy bluff to call. 

To my surprise, Nathaniel kissed my brow, then my cheek and the corner of my mouth. With the last he readjusted to position himself between my legs, and pulled my hips up to his, giving a light thrust that let me feel how tight his pants were against mine. My heart skipped a beat as my mind raced to catch up. Had he just been polite in holding back this whole time? 

“I really want you,” he explained. “But it’s never been my choice, it’s yours.”

I swallowed hard, feeling blood rushing toward my lower abdomen. “And if my choice is for you to take your pants off?”

“Then I’ll try to be gentle.” He grinded against me slowly as he spoke. 

That was enough to make me groan. Maybe he still didn’t mean it. Maybe making me hard was funny to him, or maybe, he really did want to do this with me. “Fine…” I breathed. “Don’t keep me waiting then.”

Our clothes found themselves discarded one piece at a time. His shirt unbuttoned slid off his shoulders. My pants, barely unfastened, landed somewhere dangerously near the fire. The glow of the fire sculpted the lean musculature of his body and I breathed in ragged breaths as he moved with slow, steady kisses down my body. Too late did I consider that he would see the grotesque scarring on my thigh. Twisted, stretched and divoted skin sure to make any man soft at the sight of it. 

When Nathaniel’s kisses reached my hip and travelled downward I tried to hide my thigh from him by turning it away. He quelled the movement with one hand and to my horror, his attention followed the movement. 

“Wait—” I begged. 

“Shh…” he murmured against my inner thigh. 

One cool hand slid over my leg, and his fingertips traced the damage. I shuddered, horrified. I had expected him to pull away then, but he kissed the scars and moved on, unbothered. I was still half way to sobbing an apology when his fingers pressed into me and his kisses stopped between my legs. The Fae took my full length into his mouth. My hips rose involuntarily and I reached for something to hold when I felt his tongue lick from base to tip. 

With fists full of blanket I put my head back and groaned. He must’ve been insane. Didn’t he care at all about my deformity? And did he know how close I was to finishing in his mouth. “Nathaniel-” I bucked like a writhing worm as I tried to warn him almost too late. 

He spit it into the palm of his hand and used what I gave him as lubrication to press into me. With him fully inside, my back arched and I gave an involuntary cry. He fit like we were made to be connected like this forever. Every rhythmic thrust squelched and drew a breathless moan from deep in the base of my throat. Deciding I was too loud, he silenced me with a kiss that threatened to devour me. 

One hand tangled into my hair and pulled. The other held my hip, keeping me in place for his pleasure as I panted and squirmed. I whimpered into his mouth, raking his back with my nails as the pace increased. Heat flooded my body. Pleasure radiated through my lower back and for a brief moment I saw stars spotting my vision. I remembered how to breathe in time for his rapid pace to end in a final, shuddering thrust. A surprising coolness filled me in pulsating waves and the little breathy pant Nathaniel gave for it was enough to end me for a second time. 

He left me shivering, dripping and breathless when he pulled out, but stayed to kiss me gently. I clung to him in return, unwilling to let him go anywhere far in case he thought to leave me. 

“Eiríkr…” he complained softly. 

“Don’t-…” I tempered myself to sound less desperate. “Don’t go anywhere…”

“I need to get a cloth to clean us up,” he tried to explain. 

Please…” I let the pitiful request die before I could say it. “Not yet…?” I didn’t care about being clean, I just wanted to be held. 

Nathaniel obliged, and cuddled me tight in his arms as I buried my face into his neck. Was it possible he truly cared for me..?

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