The Hawk Lord - Amy Sumida Page 0,1

me the confidence to face down the Farungal, and after my first battle, I had taught him some moves of my own to celebrate.

Yeah, living in an army camp can be tough, but it's a hell of a lot better than where I came from. For acceptance and the freedom to be publicly who I am, I'd live in a mud bog so I think of my tent as a bonus. Plus, there are a lot of very handsome faeries to look at and sometimes, those faeries even feel like slumming it with us humans. That was one perk I particularly enjoyed. I enjoyed it as often as possible.

Raeshal, one of the fae Hawks, bent over my back and bit my ear as he drove into me. I shivered and reached back to grab his hair, pulling him closer. His slim body was solid with muscle—no floppy belly slapping my back. I loved soldier bodies; half the time, it didn't matter what their face looked like. Rae chuckled and kissed his way down my throat, one hand skimming my chest, teasing me before going lower. He twirled a fingertip around my bellybutton, and I growled impatiently.

“Easy now, my dark bird,” Raeshal purred in my ear. “I'll be hard awhile more, and we both know how quickly you come.”

“I don't have to be hard for you to fuck me,” I shot back.

Another chuckle, then another bite. Raeshal rose onto his knees behind me, his hand finally moving to my aching shaft as he did. Those nimble fae fingers worked magic over me, and I mean that literally. Oily liquid gathered on my cock, likely the same liquid that had coated his cock earlier and even now eased his movements inside me. Raeshal drew his hand down my shaft, strong fingers tightening almost too much. He pumped his hand in time with his hips and, just as he predicted, I didn't last. How could I with that divinely beautiful creature inside me? I spilled across the blankets with a broken shout, and Raeshal laughed again, but this time it was a pleased laugh, full of masculine pride. He loved it when I came fast and especially loved bringing me back to life afterward.

But Rae had lied about his own climax. Either that or mine had aroused him more than he expected. He threw back his head and gave a groaning cry, pulling out at the last second to empty himself across my back. The flaccid tip of his cock trailed down the curve of my ass as Raeshal let out a deep, satisfied sigh, but before he could move to lie down beside me, a gruff voice interrupted.

“Captain Lethene,” the voice called for my lover. “A word... if you are finished?”

Raeshal heaved a sigh as he wiped off my back with a cloth. “I'll be out in a moment, Beryl.”

I flopped onto my back, avoiding the wet spot I'd left, and smirked at Raeshal as I adjusted myself. Beryl was a fae captain too, but he was a rule-follower. One of those soldiers who took everything very seriously. He'd been named after a precious stone, but his nickname was a play on the word. We called him Beryl of Laughs, in the way that you call a big man tiny. The guy never even cracked a smile.

Beryl cleared his throat. “You may want to bring Corporal Ravellar with you.”

“What's that?” Raeshal asked in surprise.

I perked up. Ravellar wasn't my real surname, it was one I'd chosen when I joined the Army. I'd seen it in a book once and liked the alliteration of it with my first name. Why take a fake name? Because I wanted no connection to my family. I'd only kept my given name because I'd gotten used to it.

“Bring your... aide,” Beryl said. “And hurry.”

“Well, shit.” Raeshal grinned at me and slapped my ass. “Get your pants on, Ravyn. It looks like you're coming with me.”

“Again,” I whispered, and we both laughed.

“You do know that only a piece of fabric separates us, right?” Beryl growled.

We laughed harder.

Chapter Two

There were perks, beyond the obvious, to having a fae captain as a lover. Raeshal had made me his aide, mainly so he could get me in his tent whenever he wanted, or mine, for that matter, but also because he knew I had other talents. Those techniques I mentioned earlier? They had only been the start of my blossoming skills. It turned out that I was pretty good at fighting—fast,