Chapter 10 #2
It never once crossed his mind that she was a virgin.
He made the thoughtless assumption that she was experienced, and instead she was far from it.
Now the pads of his fingers were sweeping across her clit and there was something darkly satisfying knowing he would be the first to touch her.
Primal urges ignited inside him, overwhelming him with the intrinsic need to possess her.
To own her. He wanted to be all of her firsts and all of her evers.
The first and only to ever touch her. The first and only to ever taste her. The first and only to ever fuck her.
But his mind pulled back on the reins of his greed.
He shook his head, forced himself to listen to the voice of reason.
Logic reminded him that this was all her fault.
That these compulsive desires were the result of the fae blood coursing through him.
The loss of his humanity made him feral.
Mindless when it came to her. That were he still human, he would be able to maintain some sense of decorum, of gallantry.
Yet the whispers of his heart wove through the lies.
Before Caelian wished for him to be fae, she already occupied every corner of his mind.
His nights were restless, with sleep evading him, because every time he closed his eyes, he dreamt of her.
He longed for her then, he pined for her now.
His fixation, his infatuation with her refused to ebb.
With each passing day his hunger for her grew until he was starving, until every hour was more painful than the last.
“You’re not going to stop, are you?” she panted, her gaze hungry as she urged his hand lower.
He tensed, sucking in a sharp breath. “Caelian, I think—”
“Please, Kjeld. Please don’t stop.” She arched her hips, silently pleading for more, guiding his fingers to where she wanted him the most.
Their already tenuous relationship was about to become infinitely more complicated.
“Please.” Her voice broke, and he swallowed the vile swear clogging the back of his throat.
This female would be the end of him.
One finger. That was all he would give her.
Bleeding hell, it was probably all she could take.
So, he obliged, convincing himself he was only doing it for her. Because he’d already edged her severely, the very least he could do was give her the release she craved.
Cupping her center, he slid his middle finger inside her.
She clenched around him, her back bowing, offering him a perfect view of her flushed breasts.
Kjeld dunked his other arm into the water and wrapped it around her, bracing her. If his free hand coasted over her left breast to squeeze and pinch her nipple, then it was merely because he wanted to give her a more fulfilling experience.
He slowly worked her, his finger gliding in and out, pushing a bit further each time.
She writhed against him, grinding her hips, chasing that high only he could give.
His thumb teased her clit, toying with the bundle of nerves until she spasmed.
Water sloshed over the edge of the tub, soaking his pants, but he didn’t care.
He couldn’t stop staring at Caelian, at the way she so easily unraveled around his finger.
Gods above, how glorious would it be to witness her come undone with his cock buried deep inside her instead?
Pushing his finger to the hilt, he curled it just slightly, and she shattered.
It was like a thousand shooting stars streaking across a midnight sky.
She cried out, squeezing his wrist, her nails digging into his skin.
Her grip on him was so vicious he thought for sure she would draw blood.
Gradually she tumbled down from that starlit orgasm and sank into the tub.
Her breathing evened and a satisfied smile ghosted across her lips.
Kjeld stood abruptly, turning away from her so she couldn’t see the way his cock was about to rip through the seam of his pants. Without looking back at her, he tossed the towel onto the stool and headed for the door.
“Wh-where are you going?” she called after him.
He couldn’t even give her the benefit of a decent, coherent response. Because if he stayed one minute longer in that fucking cabin, he was going to toss her over the bed and fuck her until she forgot her own name.
“Out,” he snapped, then stalked through the door, yanking it shut behind him.
He wasn’t going far. Just a few paces into the forest. Somewhere to clear his thoughts and ease the tension tangling his muscles so tightly they threatened to snap in half.
He stomped over the hard ground, twigs crunching under his boots while streaks of moonlight poured in through the treetops, painting the leaves silver.
It sparkled, bouncing off the rippling surface of the fresh spring leading to the faerie pool.
A large ash tree stood on the edge, its long branches reaching skyward, its roots running deep into the earth.
Kjeld braced his hand against the rough bark of its trunk, unhooked his belt, then popped the top four buttons.
Freeing his cock from the confines of his pants, he fisted it without a second thought and started pumping.
Fucking his hand was his least favorite activity as he much preferred to be between the legs of a willing female.
But he may as well have cursed himself, because now there was only one female he wanted, and she might be willing, but she sure as hell wasn’t ready.
Not for him, and definitely not for the sheer size of him.
When he was a human, he’d been fairly well-endowed.
He glanced down—now he was ridiculous.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he grunted, imagining what it would be like to fill Caelian with his cum until it was dripping down her thighs. She would beg him not to stop, just like she’d done in the tub tonight, and he would indulge her. The scent of her would fill him—
Sweet starflower and a medley of amber and vanilla.
His eyes flew open, latching onto the pair of sapphire ones watching him with a mix of shock and awe.
Caelian stood a few feet from him, barefoot in the woods, wearing nothing but his shirt that just grazed the top of her thighs.
Her wet hair was plaited over one shoulder, dampening the cotton fabric, so her nipples were clearly outlined.
Lashes fluttering, she watched him, gnawing on her bottom lip as her gaze darted from his face to his cock, then back again.
“But you hate me,” she whispered, her ethereal voice floating over him, causing his blood to heat.
“I don’t hate you.” Kjeld gave his shaft one long, satisfying tug. “I’m furious with you. For many reasons. But hate? No, Starweaver.”
He jerked himself again. Harder this time and she licked her lips.
“This is what you do to me every fucking day.” He gritted his teeth, stroking with more force, squeezing so the tip bulged and swelled. “But this fae blood has poisoned my mind. It makes me want to do unspeakable things to you. Things I’m not sure I can control. It’s amplified everything about me.”
Including his desperation for sex. With her.
Rolling his shoulders back, he turned slightly so she could see the full size of him. Not just his cock, but all of him.
Kjeld lowered his voice and started thrusting into his fist. “Now, unless you want me to pin you to this tree and fuck you until the sun rises, I suggest you return to the cabin.”
Her pretty pink lips, wet from her tongue, fell open.
Gods above, he wanted to fill her there too.
“Go, Caelian,” he growled, because if she didn’t leave at this moment, he would not be able to stop himself. “Now.”
She bristled against his demand, but at least this time she listened. Caelian spun around and stalked back toward the cabin, her hushed, annoyed footfalls slowly vanishing into the night.
As soon as Kjeld was certain she was safely back inside the cabin, he erupted, repeating her name over and over like an unanswered prayer.