Chapter 20
Reva
Istep into a room carpeted with flickering candlelight. They’re not the magic kind either; they’re real candles. There must be dozens of them, and they are bathing the room in golden light.
My breath catches at the sight of Kit, standing alone in the centre of the bedroom, his hands clasped in front of him.
His chestnut hair is glinting in the candlelight, making him look like a fiery angel, and he’s dressed in a cream shirt and loose grey woolen trousers.
It seems he’s learning some tricks from his brother, as his shirt is unbuttoned already and he looks like a man just as likely to raid a library as seduce you behind the stacks.
A look I like very much.
There’s always been something studious about Kit. He’s an adventurer who decided to hang up his backpack and dagger for the moment, but could step back into those shoes at any time.
And right now, it feels like the adventure he’s ready to dive into is one where he makes me come.
Over and over.
Removing my skin from where I have it draped over my shoulders, I place it carefully onto the floor and then, thinking better of it, shift it to the bed.
“There are too many candles, aren’t there?” Kit says, extinguishing a couple of them before reaching for my hand. “Aster was going for a romantic look, but the last thing we want is any part of us catching light.”
My lips quirk at the thought of my gentle witch trying to make this romantic for me. “What a sweetheart.”
“We thought we’d start slowly,” Kit says, his voice low and smooth. “Just you and me. And then we can invite the others in.”
His tone settles my nerves, and I take a breath, squeezing his hand. “Not quite.” I gesture with my thumb over my shoulder to indicate Finch, where he’s leaning against the doorframe, taking in the scene without a word.
“Finch? What are you—?” He stops, shakes his head, and starts again. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“He’s observing,” I say.
“Supervising,” Finch replies wryly, and I grin over my shoulder at him.
“That’s what he’s calling it, anyway.”
“I’m here to make sure you don’t all forget what you’re doing here,” Finch replies, earning himself a snort from Kit as I try to smother my grin.
“And what, we’re supposed to ignore that you’re here?” Kit asks incredulously.
“That’s the idea.”
Kit glances down at me, his eyes meeting mine steadily as he checks in that I’m happy with this arrangement. ‘Happy’ isn’t exactly the word I’d use. Flustered? Yes. A little hot and bothered at the thought that Finch is going to be here the whole time? Sure.
But whatever he sees in my expression seems to appease him.
“All right, then.” Kit doesn’t wait another moment before he tugs me toward him. As I stumble forward, he catches me and presses his lips to mine. I’m still smiling and let out a little yelp as we collide.
And then my smile melts away. So does my awareness of the room around me.
Kit’s lips are soft yet firm as they meet mine in a kiss that has me letting out a little moan.
His hands smooth down my sides, and then I’m being hoisted into his arms, and we’re travelling through the air and onto the absolute mountain of blankets they’ve collected from somewhere.
Kit kisses me again before abruptly stopping to pull away and peer over my head.
I follow his eyeline to see that a couple more candles have gone out.
“Shit, I somehow forgot about them,” he says, resting his forehead against my collarbone. “That’ll teach me for trying to be athletic.”
“You’re fine,” Finch calls. “I’ll make sure you don’t set the place on fire, love. Just... carry on.” He waves a hand around airily from his position in the corner, one leg splayed out with the other in front of him. “Go ahead. I’m not watching.”
One tentacle then reaches out to pluck knitting needles from somewhere while the other forms a little barrier in front of his eyes, as though it’s preventing him from watching. I snort and Kit’s shoulders shake as he wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight.
It might not be the best start, but my nerves have all pretty much disappeared by this point. It’s also a reminder that Kit’s here with me and we’re doing this thing together, however strange it might seem.
Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I drag him to me. Our lips meet for a moment, and then he proceeds to kiss along my jaw and down my neck, slipping the material of my dress from my shoulders and kissing the bare skin as it’s revealed.
Kit continues to move slowly down my body with every kiss a tease.
All of them are different, his tongue swirling or licking a stripe along my flesh, or sucking gently.
He buries his face between my breasts, letting out a little groan.
Then he sucks my nipple into his mouth, sending a jolt of pleasure directly to my clit.
“Oh, gods. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Don’t mind me,” he mutters against my flesh. “I might be here a while.”
He pulls back and pushes my breasts together so he can lavish the same attention on both at the same time.
Sucking and licking at the flesh like he’s serious about staying right there.
I arch my back and watch as he smirks, deliberately teasing me by slowing his movements and once again enveloping my nipple in his hot mouth.
“Kit,” I breathe his name and that exasperating smirk widens as he peers up at me, slowly moving down my body.
“This dress is gorgeous,” he says. “But let’s get it off you, shall we?”
He undresses me with unnerving ease, unbuttoning the dress with deft fingers before peeling it off me and tossing it over his shoulder to Finch, who snags it out of the air with one hand.
Finch’s tentacle then grabs the dress and waves it over his head like a lasso for a moment before he admonishes it with a little tap, and it sets to neatly folding the material.
Talk about not being distracting. It’s lucky that Kit is doing such a good job of making me forget my name already, or I’d be laughing my head off.
Kit then strips off his own clothes with zero modesty, treating me to a display of his lean, muscled chest and forearms that have me drooling.
He leans over me, elbows on either side of my torso as he kisses the soft flesh of my stomach, down to my splayed thighs which he pushes wider before settling himself down between my legs.
“Out of curiosity.” He says, kissing my thigh before moving to my clit. “How many times have you come in one night before?”
Not letting me answer, he buries his face between my legs, tonguing my clit with none of the teasing strokes from earlier. He’s unhesitant and determined, lapping and licking and then sucking my clit into his mouth, leaving me squirming helplessly with a chorus of moans.
“Kit, oh—”
“I—”
“Oh, my m—do that again. Ohh.”
I’m an absolute mess by the time he pulls back, his lips already glistening with my arousal.
“How many times, sweetheart?”
“Twice? Maybe?”
Who am I and how did I get here? I can’t feel my legs other than a vague tingling sensation since it seems like all of my senses have shifted their location to the throbbing between my legs. I feel like I need both more and less at the same time. I need him to stop and also to never, ever stop.
“I need you inside me, right now,” I tell him.
“Only twice?” he says. “We’re going to do much better than that. Should I give you your first orgasm now or make you wait for it?”
“Wh-what? Why would you make me wait?”
“Ah, well. Interestingly, the magic will be stronger if you come harder.” He gives me a feral grin before running his tongue over his lips with a little groan.
“You taste so good. I’m so lucky, so selfish having you all to myself like this.
” Kit pushes one finger inside me and I suck in a gasp that doesn’t seem to fill my lungs properly.
“I—I don’t mind.”
He laps at my clit, continuing to speak in a low, husky tone. “Mmm, but soon the room will fill with men touching you. Worshipping you. We’ll spread you wide and fill you up.”
Kit pushes another finger inside me and then gives a little groan as he finds I’m even wetter than before. I writhe against the bed, tilting my hips to force him deeper and to where I want him.
“I’m half tempted to call the other two in here just so that they can see how drenched you are.”
Oh, fuck, I grow even wetter at that. Just like I did when he talked about holding me open, like he wanted to present my arousal to the room. To Finch. My cheeks grow hot at the thought of him watching.
Of course, Kit would be a master at dirty talking. At understanding all the deep little desires I barely recognised before now.
I want to be held and caressed, and coaxed. I want to be teased and spread wide with someone filling me up, almost to the point I can’t take any more.
“Please.” I don’t exactly know what I’m asking for, since my brain is in my clit right now and nothing matters more than for him to get inside me.
Kit thrusts his fingers into my soaked pussy, filling the room with the gloriously filthy sound of my arousal.
”Yesss,” Kit mutters, his eyes focused on his hand as he continues to fuck me with his fingers while using his other hand to rub my clit. I jerk my hips, riding his hand as I suck in great gasping breaths as he brings me closer and closer to completion.
He leans over to suck on my nipple, the angle changing, his fingers reaching that spot at the top of my entrance. I tumble off the cliff. Pleasure shoots through me as I pulse around his fingers before flopping back bonelessly.
“THANK YOU, SWEETHEART,” Kit murmurs.
I left out a soft huff of laughter. “Pretty sure I should be the one thanking you.”
“Uh uh.” He sucks on the fingers that were just inside of me, closing his eyes in pleasure before meeting my eyes with a hooded gaze.
“You can tell he wants to say, ‘The pleasure is all mine,’” Finch says. “But I’m pretty sure you’d fall about laughing, love, and that would be a real ding to his ego.”