Chapter 14 #5
He was made for me. He’s mine, maybe always has been.
I believe in this moment that the Makers really have been steering my entire life, leading me here, to this moment and this man…
this army? Maybe I can turn this entire situation on its head.
With Killian by my side, maybe we can convince Dorian that I’m an asset to his victory.
I don’t have to be a hostage while I pretend to be my sister.
I don’t have to be a prisoner or a bargaining trip or an imposter. I can be me.
Killian leans in close, still not kissing me, but hovering with his lips a hairsbreadth from mine and all other thoughts vanish from my mind.
“Pathetic, you say?” His voice is a low, sinful promise. I try to close the distance, to press my lips to his, but he pulls just out of reach. I groan in annoyance and he chuckles.
“Ah, ah, ah. Not yet, Tess.”
I clench my teeth. I want him to say my name.
I want him to know me, the true me. But then.
..he does know the true me. The surety of it sears my bones to ash, makes my soul burn brighter than the sun.
No matter what name he might say, he knows me.
Somehow, against all odds and reason, he knows me better than anyone ever has.
So, I let the worry over names fall away and give him a slow, sultry smile.
“I believe my exact words were pathetic excuse for a kiss, if you want to be perfectly accurate.”
He smirks at me, leaning in and nipping quickly at my lower lip, the contact enough to make me gasp in surprise and groan with impatient need when he pulls away again before I can get what I truly want.
“Damn you, Killian. Kiss me.”
“Are you begging me, Red?” he asks, a mix of playful and sexy that should be criminal. Not to be outdone, I smile wickedly and hold his gaze as I answer.
“I think I’d need to be on my knees for that, so if you’d kindly let me down, I’m more than happy to show you just how well I beg…”
He groans, his eyes sliding closed as he takes my true meaning.
They flash open again, the stormy blue blazing just before he finally slams his lips to mine.
Every nerve in my body explodes, heat and ice both flooding my veins at the feel of his lips on mine, warm now, and demanding as he shows me exactly what he wants and how he wants it.
And great fucking Makers is it exactly what I want and how I want it too.
He seems to know exactly what my body desires, exactly what it needs.
He sucks on my lower lip and I moan loudly, clenching my thighs hard around his hips.
I pull at his hair, desperate, as his tongue slips against mine, rolling, thrusting, dominating.
“Killian,” I rasp as he kisses along my jaw. “More.”
“Always,” he promises low in my ear, making me shudder.
He takes my ear lobe between his teeth and the sound I make is obscene to be quite honest, but I don’t care.
This man knows how to coax the most intense sensations from the smallest touches, the most illicit pleasure I’ve ever felt.
And this is just a fucking kiss. I can only imagine other things he has in store for me and my power surges at the thought.
Holy Makers. That’s never happened before.
It must be because of the bonding with Soren?
“You can let it out, Tess,” Killian whispers as he kisses along my throat, and I know he felt my Gift flare.
“You don’t have to hide with me, not anymore.
” I wish that was true, but I can’t possibly tell him the truth, not now, not yet.
I force my Gift back into the well deep inside my chest, slamming an iron cover over it to keep it locked away.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” I pant, which isn’t a lie.
My Gift could easily hurt him, kill him even.
He’s strong but there’s no guarantee that he could block me in time if I really did unleash my power.
I force his face back to mine with a tight grip on his hair and kiss him again, hard.
He groans and moves his hands up my thighs, gripping tightly but I only want him to grip me tighter, kiss me harder, hold me forever.
He turns suddenly, holding me up easily as he walks us Makers know where, but then I’m sitting on the rock wall by the water’s edge. The stone is completely smooth, like a polished opal, and feels almost soft beneath my bare skin. He pulls back just enough to speak, his lips still brushing mine.
“Tell me yes,” he says, pleading, surprising me.
“Tell me I can do whatever I want to you, Tess. Because great fucking Makers do I want.” I gasp quietly.
Whatever I want to you. I shiver with all of the possibilities that simple phrase holds.
“I’ve been wanting since the moment I saw you beside that creek, ready to fight your way out and nearly doing just that.
I didn’t want to want you then. You were the spoiled, cruel Gifted of my enemy, and yet, I did.
I’ve tried to stop myself from wanting all these weeks—and I’ve failed time and time again. ”
I swallow hard, his words sending a thrill through my blood, an ache through my heart. He leans in once more, kissing me deeply before taking my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently.
“So,” he whispers, trailing his hand downward, fingers brushing gently over my breasts, my pebbled nipples jutting through the thin silk, moving farther down over my stomach and over the top of my thighs, only to skim back upwards between them, stopping just short of where I need him so fucking desperately, driving me absolutely mad. “Tell. Me. Yes. Please, Tess.”
“Yes,” I breathe, arching my hips forward, begging. “Yes, Killian.”
He lets out a long, shuddering breath and kisses me again before sliding to his knees. I inhale sharply, eyes following him down. He unlaces one booth, then the other, and tugs them both off. I watch, breathless, wondering if he’s going to do what I think he’s going to do...
He rucks my short nightgown even farther up my thighs then and rips my panties clean in two as if they’re nothing but parchment, tossing the ruined pieces of silk aside.
Slowly, gently, he presses my knees apart.
I don’t fight him, actually spreading them farther in clear invitation.
I’ve never been shy in this regard and he isn’t the only one that’s been wanting all this time.
“Great. Fucking. Makers,” he rasps. “There’s no…you’re…bare.” He sounds somewhere between incredulous and awed.
“Is that…alright?” I ask, breathless. Though other men seem to have loved this little side effect from the tonic to alter my hair and eye color, I worry suddenly that Killian will be dismayed by it.
He glances up at me. “Alright? Alright?? Fucking hells, Tess, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so arousing, so.
..erotic in my life.” His gazes shifts back between my thighs and he scrubs a hand across his jaw.
I can hardly breathe as I watch him, looking at me like I’m a marvel.
“Lie back, Red. We’re going to be here for a while… ”
I nearly whimper at that but do as he asks, lying back on the smooth, cool stone.
A heartbeat later, my back bows upward at the first feel of his tongue.
I cry out at the ecstasy and he groans, a deep rumble in his chest. He settles my thighs over his shoulders and I lose all track of time and place and reason as he licks and nips and works his tongue like the expert he clearly is.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk,” I rasp, writhing, clawing, trying to hold off for as long as possible, wanting to enjoy every sensation this man wrings from me for as long as possible.
“You taste like the heavens, Tess. Could lick you for hours and hours, until you can’t fucking take another second…”
I whimper but it turns into a cry of absolute pleasure when he pushes a finger inside, pumping and curling it in perfect rhythm with the flicks of his tongue over my clit.
“Killian, oh great Makers, don’t stop.”
“Never,” he all but snarls.
I don’t know how much longer I can last, no matter how much I want this to go on forever, the pleasure within me climbing and climbing, so high that the fall my very well kill me, but oh what a way to fucking go.
“It feels so good, Killian. So fucking good.”
“Then come for me, Tess.”
I gasp quietly and push up to watch him down the length of my body.
Dear. Fucking. Makers. It’s too much. Seeing this man, this great warrior, the Commander of Duskthorne’s entire army for fuck’s sake, on his knees before me, his head buried between my thighs, sweat beading his forehead and his hair the unruly mess I love, it’s too fucking much.
His eyes flash open and I explode the second they meet mine.
I scream and arch my back off of the stone once more, my body spasming and my Gift trying to break free from its imprisonment of my own making.
I don’t know if it’s the increase in power because of being bonded or just the fact that I’ve never felt anything near to what I’m feeling now with Killian, but my Gift has never reacted like this.
Killian makes some low, animalistic growling sound that sends shudders of pleasure through me, but he doesn’t stop, prolonging the pleasure and making my entire body feel like it’s melting from sheer bliss.
I pant and writhe and flail, barely able to comprehend the heights Killian has brought me to.
Stars flash behind my eyes, burning so brightly I think they’ll forever be branded there, an eternal memory of this perfect moment.
Finally, finally, I somehow push myself upward and tug him towards me.
He grunts in surprise and protest but doesn’t fight me too much when I press my mouth to his and rip at the laces of his leathers.
I tunnel my hand inside, wasting no time wrapping my fingers around his shaft.
Holy. Fucking. Hells. Killian is…blessed.
Blessed may be an understatement.
Blessed may rip me in two.