Heart Over Sword-Chapter 248: Camping in the snow (2)

Arawn wouldn’t stay all night. He had his own tent to return to because of decorum. They shouldn’t be alone at all, but that was lost on Evanna after travelling with mostly men.

Evanna knew the others would realise soon enough, if they hadn’t already, that Arawn would stay with her until the first signs of light. Somehow he managed to always wake up on time and in between the men switching their shifts. After healing Ronan’s injuries, the men wouldn’t allow her to go on watch. At first, she disliked the idea, but then she realised how her sixth sense would wake her up anyway if there was any danger nearby.

Settling further into Arawn’s embrace, the pair’s breathing started to deepen into sleep. Whereas on the opposite side of the small camp, the tent remained awake with whispers exchanged. Garrett had opened the flap to his tent to find Fiza side-lying on his furs, hand on her hip, as she smiled at him like it was totally normal for her to be there.

"*Get out*," he ground out, removing his sword and furred cloak to the side. His overly large form made Fiza look tinier in such a cramped space.

"*Really? Are you sure?*" Fiza purred, letting her hand caress her thigh, lips twitching slightly in victory as Garett’s gaze moved to her body, where it was mostly on show from the way she dressed, almost hypnotising Garrett on the spot.

Kneeling and crawling slowly to where Fiza was, watching the victorious glint in her eyes, Garrett smirked, his own twinkling in amusement. Reaching out, his large hand, almost the size of her face, caressed her jaw, his face closing the distance to hers. He stopped inches apart, fingers now holding Fiza’s chin in place.

"*How many times must I reject you, fae? Even this.. is embarrassing,*" Garrett smirked, releasing Fiza’s face before collapsing onto his back and sprawling out.

Fiza rolled her eyes before crawling on top of him, smacking his hands away from where they began to pull her off. Garrett’s strength was three times more than hers. If he wanted her off, he would. Like the times before, Fiza grabbed his hands and guided them to her waist, and she leaned forwards.

"*How many times will you lie to yourself?*" Fiza whispered before caressing Garrett’s face, trailing to his pointed ears.

Garrett hissed through his teeth and leaned his head back, hands tightening on Fiza’s hips for a moment. "*I don’t like you,*" Garrett muttered as his hand cupped her sex.

Fiza hummed, feeling the warmth of his fingers through her breeches. "*And I don’t like you,*" she replied in a sing-song voice, sliding down his body until her face was at his breeches.

The moment his breeches were undone, his erection sprung up, almost hitting her in the face. "*But you’re still happy to see me.*" Fiza licked her lips before licking the tip of his length.

Garrett almost bucked his hips under her touch. It was so sensitive. It had been years, and until recently, he never had the urge to wet his cock. His duty was his life. But Fiza was adamant in seducing him.

At first, he thought it might be some elaborate scheme. But what scheme would there be in pleasuring him? They never shared anything personal about each other or any top secrets like he believed Fiza was initially after.

"Ugh." Garrett looked at the beautiful night fae bobbing up and down his large length skilfully. He thrust into the back of her mouth and held her head in place, watching as her eyes became watery.

Then when he knew she couldn’t take it anymore, he released her, satisfied at seeing her gasp for breath. "*This is only to stay warm,*" he grumbled, his hand as gentle as that stroking any soft petal of a flower as his hand sought her nub of nerves in her breeches.

Even Garrett knew how ridiculous that sounded. His cock was in her mouth, and his fingers slid in and out of her creamy centre. Feeling her warmth, hearing her light moans, and the vibrations of her voice on his cock almost had him release inside her mouth early.

With a frustrated grunt, Garrett yanked his hand back, "*Remove your clothes.*" He glanced at her weapons. "*And your weapons.*"

"*Didn’t fancy playing with them tonight?*" Fiza smirked, turning from him to remove her throwing stars and yelped when he spanked her backside.

He didn’t need reminding of the night before. Fiza was.. adventurous, and those stars touched more of her body than he did, arousing her until she couldn’t take it anymore.

"*Sit on my face and stop talking,*" he commanded, enjoying the way Fiza loved following his instructions. It was the only time she seemed to submit.

"*Hmmm, I love it when you get like that.*" Fiza winked but undressed without further comment, taking her time to reveal the curves of her stunning body.

Garrett questioned her the first night she entered her tent. Did she not fear he would kill her whilst she was in ecstasy? Fiza smirked, exclaiming he thought highly of himself to take her to such blissful heights.

After that sarcasm, and the walls surrounding the night fae seemed to lower for a moment, she replied with a sad smile. "*It is tiring to always suspect and distrust everyone.. If you kill me.. then you should feel honoured to take down such a spymaster. And one that doesn’t trust anyone but trusted you.*"

At that moment, it was like Garrett had seen the real Fiza. One that wasn’t full of sarcasm, wit, and sharp knives or stars, in this case, pointed at any that might be a threat. That was the reason he allowed her to stay.

This time, he was incapable of removing her nor letting her whim be too easy to claim him. Yet, after seeking their blissful pleasure together, Garrett pulled the furs over their heated and sweaty bodies and pulled the night fae against his chest. Neither spoke, but they didn’t need to.

Until they separated again, they’d share each other’s warmth.

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