The current was still there, swirling in his chest, telling him he was connected to Rory. But his cock didn’t seem to care either way, and his heart was only beating hard from a deep apprehension about the whole thing.
Could this really be a fated bond? He had no other explanation for it. But why would the fates match him with a human? They belonged in different worlds. Fionn had no taste for human culture like Neacel did, and no patience for adapting to their presence like Iomhar espoused. Bonding Fionn to a human sounded like a strange cosmic prank.
And yet, might it give him a way out of his Redfolk betrothal?
Earlier, Fionn would have accepted anythingas a means to escape the marriage bargain.
‘Why does it have to be you?’ Fionn murmured, trailing fingers across Rory’s chest.
‘Mmm.’ Rory shifted on the bed, a light shiver running over his body. His eyelids fluttered open and Fionn met his gaze. Rory sucked in a shocked breath, then choked, ‘Oh, fuck.’
Chapter Seven
Before taking in anything else about his surroundings, Rory’s whole world was filled with the keen grey eyes of theman he’d been kissing. The fucker had his face right over Rory’s. He had a hand splayed on Rory’s chest. They were both fuckingnaked.
Or might as well be, save for the kilt wrapped around theman he’d been kissing’ships. Heat radiated from him. The guy wasripped. Abs like a set of coasters. Defined pecs that looked good enough to squeeze. Leaning over like he was about to climb on top and ride Rory like a motherfucking cowboy.
Rory’s cock plumped up painfully fast.
‘Get off,’ Rory croaked, bolting upright. He realised he was sat on his own bed. Hadn’t this fucker been trying to drown him a minute ago?
Theman he’d been kissingraised his hands and backed right off, taking several steps away from the bed.
‘I’m not here to hurt you.’ His voice was oddly musical. Graceful, like the way he moved. ‘I promise I only want to help you, Rory.’
‘How do you know my name?’
The stranger nodded to Rory’s wallet on the bed. His driving license was laid next to it. ‘My name is Fionn.’
Finally, Rory had a name to go with the kiss. Fionn.
‘You tried to drown me,’ Rory replied thickly.
‘Isavedyou from drowning.’ The big bastard’s imposing stance sank a little. ‘But I see why it looks that way to you. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about that.’
‘Sorry about kidnapping me and dragging me out of town? Where the fuck were you taking me?’
‘I thought I was doing the right thing.’
The part of Rory’s brain that was responsible for rational thought tried to get his attention.You should boot him out of your house,it told him.Stop asking questions. Call the police.
You are also still naked,pointed out the other part of Rory’s brain, the one that was currently dealing with a shock of dizzying arousal and confusion, and was far too excited by the entire situation. It felt like one of those pornos where the strapping stud finds an implausible reason to wind up naked in the leading lady’s bedroom—except in this scenario, Rory couldn’t work out which one of them he wanted to be the leading lady.
Frankly,bothversions of the scene playing in his head were equally depraved and mutually thrilling.
And, ultimately, terrifying.
What the fuck was wrong with him? A single kiss from a man and suddenly it was like he’d never been horny before. He’d definitely never been horny for a man, ever. Fucking no, sir.
But then, he’d never had a man as hench as this show the slightest interest in him, either. And suddenly there was one in his room, near-naked and ready to go.
Fionn’s eyes dropped to Rory’s cock and lingered, like he was scrutinising it. Rory’s cheeks set on fire. Just having the guy’s attention on it was like having his dick stroked.
Rory hoped none of this was obvious to the barely-clothed stranger in front of him. Or maybe he hoped it was. Maybe one of them could suck the other’s cock and call the whole crazy encounter a night.
Instead, the kilted asshole tried to have a conversation.
‘I asked before if you recognised me, and you didn’t. Is that the truth? If any of this,’ Fionn waved broadly at the entire room, ‘is a pretence, you must tell me now.’
