Troubled Thoughts
Kai
We leave early the next day at the crack of dawn.
The silence hangs heavily over us. I didn’t get much sleep last night, and now my mind is preoccupied.
Our conversation from last night remains at the forefront of my mind.
The confidence in her voice, the way she spoke for them; I don’t know what to make of it.
A part of me wonders if her tie to them runs deeper, but I refuse to follow that train of thought.
I adjust the pack of food and other supplies that Dorene and Alfren had packed for us for the journey. Although I had told them it was not necessary, they were adamant.
The morning air is cold and brittle, biting into me, but Siralaine doesn’t seem bothered, even though my clothes are thicker than hers. I estimate a few hours of walking, then, once we reach the mountains, we’ll travel by sky.
“So,” she says, attempting to break the silence, “sky sirens can lure souls, too, can’t they? Just like sea sirens?”
I glance at her. “In a way,” I say, tone dry. “But we usually guide lost souls, not drag them to their deaths.” I look at her sideways, narrowing my eyes. “We are nothing alike.”
She laughs softly, tilting her head. “That’s debatable. But really, I can’t imagine you singing. Can you sing for me?”
I arch a brow. “Only if you’re desperate to have me guide you off the next cliff.”
“Meanie.” She pouts, then smiles slyly. “But I bet you’d still dive after me before I hit the bottom. It might just be worth it.”
A low chuckle escapes me. “You really do have a strange way of finding positives in every situation.”
When she doesn’t reply, I glance down at her questioningly. She’s staring at me, cheeks flushed.
I arch a brow. “What?”
She hesitates. “You… you have a beautiful laugh.”
I stiffen and then scoff. “Beautiful? That’s one I haven’t heard before.”
“It is,” she says, voice barely above a whisper.
I tilt my head, smirking. “Careful, keep saying things like that and I might start thinking you actually like me.”
Her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t deny it. And I don’t push it. We’ve crossed some lines, ones we never should have, and I don’t want to think about it, but every moment with her is dangerous and tempting.
As we continue walking, I stay slightly ahead of her. I can feel her stare burning into my back.
The road soon winds along the base of the mountains, the air thinning as we climb.
The sun is still low, painting the rocks gold, and for a while, the only sound is the crunch of gravel beneath our boots.
I slow down so we fall in step as the road gets rockier and more dangerous.
She’s quiet, focusing on her footsteps. She’s not used to climbing, and she slips several times.
She’s from nobility; that much she didn’t lie about.
“You always this quiet?” I ask after she slips again. “Or is this your way of sulking because I didn’t sing for you?”
She shoots me a look from beneath her lashes. “I’m just focusing on what I’m doing,” she grumbles, much to my surprise.
I smirk. “For a fae, you aren’t as elegant as I would think.” She simply glares at me.
Her lips twitch despite her struggle. “You are so arrogant, you know that?”
“I prefer to call it confidence,” I counter cockily. “It’s not my fault I happen to be right most of the time.”
She lets out a short, breathless laugh and shakes her head. “You really think highly of yourself, don’t you?”
“I’m a sky siren,” I reply, feigning thoughtfulness. “It’s practically part of our anatomy. Somewhere between lungs and charm.”
She rolls her eyes, but that smile has returned to her lips. “As I said, arrogance.”
I glance at her before grabbing her elbow, saving her from her next tumble, my lips curving. “Careful, if you keep falling, I might start to think you want me to catch you.”
“I do not!” she exclaims, her cheeks flushing. “You are so annoying!”
“And yet,” I murmur, leaning slightly closer as we walk, “you’re still here.”
“Because you won’t let me go, remember,” she points out.
“You haven’t really tried, though, have you?” I remark.
Her gaze flicks to mine, sharp but uncertain. “Would you?” she asks softly.
I’m quiet before I look at her, all amusement gone. “No. Not really.” Because I plan to keep you.
“Exactly.”
She looks ahead before she focuses on her footwork as we continue walking.
We kept moving, and the sun is up in the sky even though it’s bleak. The silence has remained between us, although I don’t think she’s upset, but is genuinely struggling to walk. I debated asking if she wanted me to carry her, but didn’t.
We stop when we reach a wide flat area, enough to sit down comfortably. The wind tugs at our clothes, and we sit down. I open up the food bag as Siralaine collapses onto her back, breathing hard. I’m impressed she kept up despite being exhausted. She’s resilient.
“Here.” I toss her the water flask and open up the wrapper that is around the bread and dried meat Dorene packed and tear into it like I haven’t eaten in days.
She watches, amusement flickering in her eyes as she gulps down the water. “You seem ravenous,” she says as she crawls over to me. My eyes flicker to her cleavage before flicking up to her eyes.
“Well, if I were alone, I might not have had to walk at all.” I take a few gulps of the water. I’ll have to ration it until we find somewhere to top it up.
She flushes slightly, glancing away. “Well, you want me to help you get to Morcant or not? We both know you need me, remember? And not to mention you don’t want to let me go?”
“True,” I murmur, smirking as I tear into another piece of meat. “So, you’d better eat up because we have a long way to go.”
She gives me a haughty look. “Can you not just say it for once? That you need me?” she asks with a small smirk.
I take another bite of the bread. “Careful, darling. Are you sure you want me to answer that?”
“Obviously, that’s why I asked,” she says, taking a piece of bread and nibbling on it.
“Are you sure you can handle it?” I ask quietly.
“I think I’ve proved I can handle anything you throw my way.” Our eyes meet, and we’re on the same page, and we’re not talking about this mission anymore. “Wouldn’t you agree?” she pushes seductively.
I observe her for a moment. Something about her always pulls me in. Is it really the power of the bond?
“Maybe,” I murmur after a moment. “You know, you have the kind of beauty that could pass for a sea siren. Don’t you think?”
Her cheeks flush instantly, and she looks away, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. I can see her pulse quicken from the faint catch in her breath and the way her breasts rise and fall. She’s trying not to show it, but nothing gets past me.
“I’ll take that as a compliment; they are gorgeous.”
“Hmm,” I answer, my eyes fixed on her.
Her hand trembles slightly as she picks up some dried meat. She’s lost in thought, and I keep watching her every move, wondering what’s going through her mind as I watch every subtle reaction.
Suddenly, she looks up at me with a glint in her eyes, her breasts rising and falling as she leans over and, to my surprise, brushes her lips against mine.
Shock flashes through me, but it’s only for a second before I slide the food to the side, snake my arm around her waist, pull her closer, and grip the side of her face with my other hand as I deepen the kiss, demanding entrance.
Her body tenses for a second before her hands snake around my arm, and she boldly straddles me, once again, transforming into the seductress I have come to know.
She sighs softly as she kisses me back with equal passion and hunger.
Her kisses are pure, raw, unguarded heat.
I can feel her heart racing against mine, and with each passing second, all control slips away, and my hand is already sliding under her skirt.
I grab her ass, my other hand squeezing her breast.
Fuck. She’s an addiction.
She whimpers in my lap, tilting back her head the moment I break away, kissing and sucking her smooth neck. She moans hornily, grinding her pussy against my hardened cock.
“Keep at it, and I will fuck you right here,” I murmur huskily as I look her in the eye. The tension hangs between us like a live wire, dangerous and intoxicating.
“Then do it,” she murmurs. Her hands trail lightly down my chest, teasingly.
They reach the end of my shirt before she slides her hands under, sliding my shirt up and over my head along with my cloak, before she leans closer, her lips brushing my jaw as she tilts her head.
Her eyes sparkle with mischief and lust as they meet mine. “What are we waiting for?”
I don’t reply with words; instead, I tangle my hand in her hair and kiss her neck, her chest, anywhere my lips meet.
I yank her dress down, allowing her large breasts to bounce out, firm, flawless and fucking perfect.
I take her nipple in my mouth, sucking, flicking and tugging on it.
She moans breathlessly, her fingers digging into my shoulders as pleasure consumes her, all the while rubbing herself against my hard cock.
“Kai…” she whimpers in her melodic voice.
I pull her flush against me, our lips locking in a rough, callous kiss before I turn us, pushing her onto the ground as I lean over her, gripping her thigh as I kiss her again, our tongues fighting for dominance. And I win, sucking on hers, the sweet taste of her mouth only driving me crazier.
“Fuck me,” she demands, no sign of shyness or hesitation.
She wants me, and she’s not afraid to demand it. I like to be in control, but there’s something about her, something about how she gets fucking confident and tries to take control that drives me nuts. Even if she won’t succeed, I like to see her try.
I kiss her down between her breasts, sliding her dress up to her waist before yanking her panties aside and running my tongue down the length of her pussy, her juices coating my tongue.
She moans breathlessly, one hand tangled in my hair, the other resting against my arm. Pleasure consumes us as I eat her out, every moan, every tantalising gasp that leaves her, only adding to the haze consuming us.
“Kai... oh right there… fuck…” she whimpers.
She’s nearing, her heart hammering when she suddenly sits up and pushes me back.
Her lips crash against mine like a storm before she pushes me back onto the rough ground and, sliding down enough to unbuckle my pants, she slides out my hardened cock before she climbs into my lap, wrapping her hand around my cock and sinking down on it.
I suck in a breath when I slide into her tight, soaking pussy.
Fuck.
I bite back a groan as she starts bouncing on my lap like a fucking nymph, her hips swirling and grinding against me as she rides me, her hair whipping in the wind, her heart pounding, her slender hands braced on my shoulders.
Our eyes meet, and I hold her gaze, my hands firmly on her hips as I help her, enjoying the view, appreciating the way she looks above me, the way her tits bounce.
“You’re fucking addictive,” I murmur. Reaching up, I wrap a hand around her throat, kissing her roughly.
“I shouldn’t fucking be doing this…” It’s more to myself, but she’s heard, and it only makes her eyes darken, a hunger filling them as she leans down and runs her tongue along my neck.
She sucks hard, making me throb harder, the pleasure from her riding me already driving me to the edge.
“Is it a sin?” she asks coquettishly, a playful pout on her now bruised lips as she touches her forehead to mine.
“It is, but one that’s totally fucking worth it,” I reply. “Now, my turn.”
She bites her lip in anticipation as I lean back and begin slamming up into her hard and fucking savagely. She cries out, her head tilting back as cries of pleasure tear from her lips. I keep going, fuelled by emotions and hunger.
There’s something about her, something about fucking her that drives me nuts. Every time I get a taste of her, it satisfies me more than sex ever has, and yet at the same time, it leaves me wanting more.
“Kai…” she whimpers. “I’m close… so fucking close.
” She buries her head in my neck as I slam harder into her, holding out until I feel her entire body tense, and then she comes, a soft, blissful scream leaving her.
I let go, pleasure slamming through me, and I let out a low groan of approval.
I deliver a few final thrusts, my cum coating her walls as we both ride out our releases.
I hold her, the sharp wind blowing, both of us breathless, our bodies hot against the cold air.
I can feel my seed sliding down my cock. I keep holding her, for once, not bothering or wanting to raise my walls. For once… I just want to let go of who I’m expected to be.
I run my hand down her back, kissing her neck and shoulder softly. After a moment, she leans back, her eyes finding mine, wide and curious. She wants to ask me something, but it’s almost as if she’s afraid to…
And there’s nothing I can say… so instead, I pick up my discarded cloak and place it around her shoulders, wrapping my arms around her tightly, resting my head on top of hers, simply holding her.
I don’t know what this is. I don’t want to face it, not when there is so much in the works… but in this moment, I just want to hold her, to cherish how good this feels.
Just the two of us, without a care in the world, but then I feel something pulsing in my pocket, and my stomach sinks. The timing is a cold reminder that I can’t forget, even for a moment, why I’m here.
It’s a message to get in touch with Varkhazan immediately.