A War of Three Kings (Dying Lands #2)

22. Keira

Chapter 22

Keira

A ldrin pulls me down that alleyway, then pushes me up against the rough wall, one hand slipping down the neckline of my leather bodice, working on the laces. He kisses his way down my neck, toward the cleavage that is exposed.

“I was fucking terrified seeing you on that battlefield,” he bites out. “But I have never been more turned on in my life.”

He presses his body hard into mine, the evidence of his arousal digging into my stomach. His fingers flick over my nipple as he pulls a breast out of my armor. I moan, throwing my head back.

“Aldrin…”

“Yes?”

“Won’t they see us?” I glance at the distant opening of the alley, where people walk past.

“It’s very dark in here. Did you see me when you walked in?” His tongue replaces his fingers on my nipple, swirling around, and I cannot think straight.

“I can hardly see you now,” I murmur.

“Then what are you worried about?” His voice is muffled. “They are so loud out there. They won’t hear us if we are careful.”

“No wards?” My back arches as he cups my other breast.

“No wards. Maybe I want a little more danger tonight.”

I gasp. “I’m starting to think you enjoy the risk of discovery.”

He stands and places both his hands on my face. “Maybe I do.”

I run my fingers through his hair, grabbing a handful and forcing his face to mine as I kiss him. I become lost in those sensual lips. They devour mine hungrily, with brutal force. He bites my lower lip. As I let out a gasp, he catches my mouth and slips his tongue inside.

My hands trail down his chest, but I want to feel skin, not armor. I unlace his chest plate and shoulder guards, tossing both to the ground along with his tunic, then run my fingers up and down the perfect ridges of his abdomen. A maddening desire to taste him fills me. I drop to my knees, kissing a line down his stomach, then licking around the grooves of each hard muscle.

I stop when I reach the waistband of his pants and untie the laces over his bulging crotch with shaky hands.

“Gods, Keira, you will be the death of me,” he groans, looking down at me.

I place both hands on his hips and force him backward until he leans against the opposite wall of the narrow alley. With a quick thrust, I pull his pants down and his erection springs out just a couple of inches from my face.

I glance up at him, a huge smile forming on my face. “What would you like me to do to it, Aldrin?”

“Don’t tease me.” He tosses his head back, his powerful arms bracing it on either side.

“Do you want me to lick it?” I lean forward and run my tongue up the length of it, rolling it over the tip before pulling away.

He lets out a guttural sound, lost amid the laughter and cheering from outside the alley. They seem so close, but so far away.

“Do you want me to put it in my mouth?” I smile, because I intend to completely unravel him.

“Oh, gods, yes,” he mutters, and I take it into my mouth all at once, sucking it in so deep it hits the back of my throat and my eyes water.

It is so huge, I wrap my hand around its base, working it in tandem as I tighten my mouth around it, sucking and running my tongue along it.

A deep sense of satisfaction fills me as low groans escape Aldrin’s throat and his powerful body shudders with each pull of my mouth. He runs his hands through my hair, gripping it hard as I savor every inch of his cock.

Aldrin lets out a choked shout as he spasms in my mouth and his hot seed rolls down my throat. He is breathing hard, and though I can hardly see his eyes, I know from the downward tilt of his head that he is staring at me.

“Stand,” Aldrin demands, and I immediately do as I am told.

He puts a gentle hand on my throat and pushes me back a few steps to the wall. “I am going to show you how crazy a fae can be, and you are going to follow my every instruction,” he growls into my ear.

Shivers run through me as he places his hands on either side of my leather bodice and tears open the lacing completely, then rips off my tunic beneath. His hands immediately catch my breasts spilling out, while he weaves air magic to pull down my tight leather pants. He raises me up as they come off my legs, then slides his bare cock against my exposed core, testing how wet I already am for him.

I writhe, trying to direct it inside me.

“You dirty, wicked thing,” he murmurs in my ear. “Willful as always. I’ll have to put an end to that.”

He grabs both of my wrists in his hand and pulls them above my head, then ties ropes of hardened air around them. Another rope snakes around my waist. My chest. My hips. Then my entire body is pinned to the wall, just above the ground, holding me completely at his mercy.

“Remember my oath,” he whispers in my ear, his hand sliding down my naked body until his fingers play and tease at my core. “I cannot tie you up unless you want it.”

A moan slips out of me.“I want it.”

Aldrin sinks to his knees and grabs each of my legs, placing them over his shoulders. His bindings hold me tight in position as he widens my legs further and his breath dances across my inner thighs. His tongue rasps out, licking the entire way up my slit in a leisurely motion.

Sparks of pleasure explode from my most sensitive parts and shivers run through me, hot and cold.

Aldrin takes another slow lick up through my core and I think I will combust from the anticipation. A soft breeze flickers across my breasts, firming into something that feels like hands, caressing their fullness, rubbing my nipples in circles. More touches of air form, sliding up my thighs, across my belly, and layering kisses across my neck.

All those bindings of air tie me up so tight, it feels like another version of him holds me in place, stretching my legs wide to give the other better access.

The sensation of his magic combines with the sweetness of two of his fingers sliding into me and curling within my depths. Reaching that spot that makes me whimper at how good it feels.

Long, low moans fall out of me as his tongue works harder on my clitoris, rolling it in circles repetitively. I rock my hips against his face, needing more and more friction as sensual lightning ripples through me in waves. Pressure builds within me, tightening my core, my chest, my entire being.

It is all too much.

The pleasure increases with each swirl of his tongue, each writhe of my hips, with his mouth pressed hard against my most intimate place. It causes sweat to break out across my breasts as they are stroked and pinched by his magic.

The tension builds to an unbearable force, pushing me to the precipice of climax until my whole body shakes and I fall right off the edge into release. Pure pleasure ripples through me in wave after wave, causing me to thrash in his grip as I gasp and groan, all while he continues his wicked torture to wring the most of it out of me. I ride it until my mind floats in ecstasy and my body turns limp.

But he doesn’t stop.

His tongue continues to swirl over my most sensitive parts, his fingers thrusting and curling deep while his magic caresses my body. That most carnal delight grows and grows, pitching even higher, until it is utter torment. My heart feels like it will give out from the intensity of it. I climax again and my entire being shatters, and still he doesn’t let up.

I thrash my head from side to side as he drags me higher up that mountain. As the pleasure borders on pain, and I fight against the bindings that I don’t really want released. I want him to stop, but even more, I want him to continue and take me to heights I’ve never reached before.

When release crashes into me a third time, I scream, and my vision completely blacks out. I am washed away by bliss so extreme I no longer know my name or any of my worries. All I know is soul-deep satisfaction.

I think I like it when he becomes a fully crazed fae.

Aldrin doesn’t miss a beat. He puts my feet back on the ground and turns me to face the wall, his bindings still holding me up because my legs no longer work. “Hold on, dear heart. I’m going to fuck you senseless,” he says savagely.

He presses me into the rough surface of the wall he has cushioned with air, my face flush against it, then adjusts my hips to where he wants them and parts my legs. Aldrin’s arm wraps around my waist as he lines up the head of his cock with my entrance, then he thrusts into me.

I muffle a scream as the stretch of my inner walls shoots bliss through me. It is utter perfection. Then he rocks his hips. They collide with my ass as the length of his erection slides in and out of my core. I jolt against the wall with each pump, pressed firm into it as his broad chest cages me against it.

“Do you like that?” he demands.

“More. Harder,” I whimper.

He laughs, thrusting harder and harder in and out of me, the drag and slide of him creating delicious friction within me as our bodies pull apart and come back together with explosive energy. Aldrin’s hand glides down my stomach until his finger trails maddening circles around my clit, lighting me up.

He grunts rhythmically, right in my ear, as he pounds into me from behind. The sound is animalistic. Our bodies slap each time they come together. His hardness reaches a place so deep within me, it drives me higher each time it slams home.

The tension builds to such an intense point within my chest that I wonder if my heart can take it. My inner muscles convulse around his cock as it pulls and drags across them with delicious friction, and I spiral into an orgasm so hard I forget where we are.

I scream out as my entire being knows nothing but acute pleasure and the hard planes of the man wrapped around me, cock pumping into me, finger dancing across my clit. Aldrin’s body shakes and he groans, deep and throaty, as he shudders within me, finding his own release.

His arms hug me, pulling me from the wall to his chest, slick with sweat, then he kisses my hair.

A group of drinking soldiers stand near the entrance of the alleyway, and they glance over their shoulders into it.

“Someone is having a good time in there,” a man says, and the rest laugh.

“I wouldn’t mind dragging a wench down there myself,” another retorts.

“Good luck finding a woman to go down a dark alley with you.”

“At least she wouldn’t be able to see how ugly you are in that darkness.”

“You’re one to talk.”

The group laugh again, but move away from the head of the alley. The entrance is far enough away that I cannot recognize their faces.They wouldn’t be able to see us at all.

I turn to face Aldrin, to tell him how bloody amazing that was, but he wraps his arms around me and kisses me tenderly.

“Can we stay here for a bit longer?” He places his hands on either side of my face. “Can I just hold you? We don’t do enough of that anymore, and the fact that I cannot touch you in front of other people is killing me.”

My heart lurches at the rawness in his voice. At the need that goes beyond the sexual.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Of course.”

He tucks me into his broad chest, my cheek against the bare skin there, and wraps his arms tightly around me. The regular thudding of his heartbeat is soothing, and I am enveloped in his scent—sweat mixed with herbal and floral notes.

We stay like that for the longest time, even after the drinking soldiers move on from the clearing before the wall. Aldrin kisses my hair, again and again, twirling the curls around his finger.

“I miss this.” I nestle into him. His grip on me tightens. “I want this all the time. The consequences be damned.”

Aldrin says nothing. He brushes the hair back from my face and kisses my skin.

After a long time, we dress in the darkness, but are drawn back into each other’s arms. I find myself curled up in Aldrin’s lap while he sits on the ground, his back to the wall.

“I have decided something,” I murmur.

“That sounds dangerous.” I can hear the smile in his voice, and try to playfully slap his chest, but almost miss him entirely in the inky dark. Aldrin grabs my wrist with lightning speed as I laugh. “I cannot see you properly, but I can still sense you. What have you decided, Keira? That you will become my wife? My queen?”

Breath whooshes out of my chest all at once.

I turn in my seat so I am straddling him, and gaze into his eyes. There is a vulnerability in them, one I can just make out in the dimness.

“I was going to ask you to live on Appleshield lands with me for a short time after this war, before we plunge into the next to get your crown back.” I run my hand down his cheek, enjoying the rough pull of his stubble. “But I like your idea better.”

I kiss his lips lightly, but he pulls me back. “Do you mean it, Keira? Will you become my queen?” There is a note of desperation in his voice, and gods, I wish I could see every expression that passes over his face.

“Yes, Aldrin. I want to marry you. I think I fell in love with you the moment I stepped out of a portal and saw you dripping with someone else’s blood. My need for you has only grown with each day since.”

The words are hardly past my lips when he drags me into a crushing embrace, his arms shaking slightly, his cheek pressed against mine. There is a wetness between our faces, and I don’t know if the tears are mine or his.

Every muscle in his body turns tight. “There have been so many times when I thought I would not get to keep you. Keira, I am never letting you go again. Do you understand me? Never.”

I kiss the side of his head. “Never let me go, Aldrin. After the first battle, when the North is truly committed to this war, I am not keeping our love a secret any longer.”