Chapter 13
Thirteen
“Somewhere private,” Iskra requested. As Jasyn guided her, she felt the vibrations of his body.
What had overcome him? He was moving quickly, and she could sense them losing Mych.
Iskra didn’t think it was because the guard couldn’t keep up.
She guessed he wanted to give the future married couple some space.
Their steps sounded on the stone floors of the castle, and she had to duck to avoid being slapped by leaves, branches extending towards them like eager arms.
“The throne room?” She raised one of her brows.
“No one goes in there unless we have official business.”
She sighed. It would have to do. She pressed her finger to his chest. “Just us. Make sure no one comes in.”
He didn’t hesitate as he reached up to a sconce right next to the door and revealed a key.
Without stumbling a beat, he locked the door to the throne room, and Iskra could feel the difference of that simple action.
One second, they were two people together in a room, and the next, they were two people with the freedom to exist together without fear of disruption.
Iskra craned her neck up. She still wasn’t used to the sight of it, the way the arched, vaulted ceilings touched so high in the sky. The plants consumed the room, making it feel like they had an audience, but it was just them, hidden within the greenery.
“What happened out there?” she asked, her voice wavering. A part of her thought she had no right to push him like this. He was a prince. She was a nobody.
Jasyn wasn’t looking at her when he responded. “You could have died.”
“By whose hands?”
He whipped around away from the door, his hands up in frustration as he accentuated each word. “That’s not the point.”
“Why are you so scared?”
“Because I have lost so much, and I can’t lose you too!”
His chest heaved deeply, the pupils of those green eyes shot wide. Iskra stood there stunned. No words would form; no thoughts eddied in her mind.
“I have lost and lost. I cannot fathom a world without you in it, and that terrifies me.”
And again, no words would leave her mouth.
She didn’t have them. How could she comfort him with lies?
She would be gone. He would lose the person he had become acquainted with during the day and only have the Esi of the night.
He would win the Undertaking—she would do everything in her power to guarantee it—and he would marry someone else.
It was grieving any potential of them together that pushed her off the ledge she had been tiptoeing on for days. Perhaps words were not needed right now.
“Sit,” she ordered as she pointed to his father’s throne.
She watched Jasyn’s throat bob, but he followed her lead, walking the stone path across the pond with ease.
Even with her shoes off, Iskra’s own adrenaline made her stumble a few times.
Once he was on the throne, she went to his lap and straddled him.
His breath hitched, and she liked how easy it was to affect him.
“Is this what you want?” she asked, her own breathing labored. Her body was pulsing with such a deep need; it scared her how Jasyn could do this to her, but there was a thrill to that fear.
He nodded, not a lick of hesitation.
“What if I’m not who I say I am?”
His hands were on her hips, and they tightened against her, as if making sure a body was actually there and he wasn’t dreaming.
“I like whoever you are. I want you.” He punctuated that last sentence with a soft kiss to her neck.
She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his lips, but she wouldn’t get distracted yet. “Promise to not call me by my name. Call me Sundrop, call me yours, but do not use my name.”
“Whatever you need, I will give you,” Jasyn said breathily.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded, and he did.
It was gentle, but his hands on her waist were firm.
It was like they were starting where they had left off in the garden.
She immediately unbuttoned his shirt, needing to feel his chest, and it urged him to unleash himself.
His muscles flexed under her hands, but her mind was entirely on the way his tongue licked, the way his lips sucked.
It was alighting her whole body in desire.
She rocked her hips against his hardness, and it rubbed at her clit in the perfect way.
She was panting already, wanting him deep inside her.
But first, she wanted to give him something to remember her by.
She pulled away, and he was breathing hard, his eyes blown wide. Pushing herself off his lap, she kneeled before him.
“You don’t—”
“I want,” she simply replied as she undid his pants and rolled them off him.
His erection sprang free, beads of moisture already there for her to suck and swallow.
“Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” she said, and in response, he pushed her dark strands behind her ear.
“I’m learning with you,” he said.
She nodded, her nerves high, but she trusted the man in front of her. They would explore this together.
She licked the sides of his shaft in hopes of making it easier for her. Then, she sucked on the head, allowing herself to learn the motions. Jasyn hissed from his seat, his hips bucking upwards. Since he did not stop her, she took it as a sign she was doing something right.
She took a deep breath then sucked as much of his length down as she could.
She gagged once he hit the back of her throat, but she relaxed, and it moved deeper.
She bobbed her head, his cock moving in and out of her mouth, her eyes filling with tears.
She focused on Jasyn’s whimpering sounds.
It urged her on; it made her want to pleasure him forever.
A strong moan escaped his lips, and she had no doubt Mych would hear them. Hopefully, he would ensure no one neared the room and heard them too.
“It’s my turn,” he managed to say between breaths.
She pumped him with her hands; she didn’t want to stop, but the pulsing ache between her legs sought release.
“Where do you want me?” she asked.
“Sitting on my face,” he replied.
She swallowed, the throbbing heightening at the words. She lifted the dress from her body, and she saw how Jasyn’s eyes dilated at the sight of her breasts. They trailed down to the brand, and she shook her head.
“No questions.”
He opened his mouth but thankfully followed along. Jasyn shifted to the side and laid down on the throne so his head rested on one armrest and his legs dangled over the other.
“Here.” He pointed at his mouth, the demand final.
Iskra didn’t question it as she removed her dress and maneuvered herself over top him. He gripped her thighs, making sure she was settled. Without warning, he licked her folds, and she arched her head back in pure ecstasy.
“Gods,” she moaned. She was wound so tight, she didn’t think she would last long.
He suckled on her clit, and the sensation was so intense, she had to grab the back of the throne to not fall off.
She swayed her hips against his mouth, needing more of him. Through it all, she could hear encouraging words muffled in her pussy.
“My Sundrop.”
The words were enough to make her shatter on his tongue, but as soon as she thought she was coming down from her pleasurable high, he inserted a finger inside her. It took her a moment to adjust to the feeling, but as he moved it, a new orgasm brimmed the surface.
“More,” she moaned. “More.”
He complied by inserting a second finger, and all she could do was grab her breasts and pinch her own nipples. Within moments, a burst of pleasure rocked through her again, and she didn’t know if it would ever be enough.
Once she came down, she got off his face. “I want you inside me.”
They adjusted themselves so Iskra was sitting on the arm of the throne, the perfect height for Jasyn to line up with her core.
“I’ll be slow,” he said.
“Don’t.”
But he didn’t seem to listen, because he took his cock in his hands and rubbed it against her clit, around her folds, edging into her entrance before moving away again. He was playing with her, and she liked how it caused her pleasure to rise and fall.
“Ready?” he asked after he toyed with her three times.
She nodded, her eyes shut. She held his shoulders as he entered so slowly, it felt like years before he was fully seated inside her.
“So good, my Sundrop. You feel so good.” The words came through gritted teeth.
Whimpering at the praise, Iskra pulled him in for a kiss.
He started thrusting, and she could cry at the pleasure.
He moved at the perfect pace, his hands roaming all over her body.
From her nipples to her clit, he never stopped finding ways to remind her he was there, with her, experiencing the same heightened thrill.
When she thought she would fall off the throne arm, he heaved her up. She wrapped her legs around him, and he kept moving inside her as he carried her, the sounds of their slapping flesh echoing around them.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he feasted on one of her nipples.
He walked her off the dais, into a corner of the throne room covered in plants.
It was like they were outside. As her back hit the stone floor, she didn’t have a moment to care about the biting cold, because as quickly as he placed her down, he was back inside her.
This time, his pace was faster, jagged, uneven.
He was close, and seeing him this disheveled was better than flying.
It didn’t take long for her to come again, her muscles tightening around his cock, and he soon followed.
When she thought he would move on, perhaps lay next to her, he got down to his stomach and sucked on her core again, swallowing the mixture of his own essence and hers to please her again.
She was so sensitive, she didn’t think her body would let her come, but with the way his tongue pressed down on her clit, she was convulsing within seconds.
After that orgasm, he climbed up her body, kissing her abdomen, her brand, her breasts, until he was at her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” he said earnestly.
Those words were like a burn on her skin, more painful than when she received the brand.
“It’ll be a joyous day indeed.” She smiled as best as she could, but inside, it was like she was falling with no end in sight.
He nestled his head between her breasts, his fingers skating over her ribs. “Will you tell me where you received such a painful mark?”
Iskra was quiet, remembering the day Kryth discovered her flock of dragons. He trapped her and a few others, and then she was in that shop, and Kryth had that burning metal on her skin. She had yelled in pain, refusing to accept such a fate without letting the Gods hear her cry.
“From someone powerful,” Iskra whispered.
“Even more powerful than a future king?”
Iskra didn’t have to think twice. “Yes.”