Chapter 21 #2
It took little time for him to tear through the rest of my night shift. I wasn’t sure how I would explain that to Naila, but Kael could figure that out.
And now, somehow, releasing my powers from their blackiron box didn’t feel so forbidden anymore. I relaxed my mind, echoes whispering to me like gentle gusts of wind.
I caught glimpses of his feral heart, his grief, his rage.
I saw his youth in fleeting images, then his time under Henrich Eisenberg’s tutelage, the plague, and more grief.
All that ash.
It terrified and enticed me equally. I wanted him more. His hands roamed my body, gripping my breasts hard enough to bruise. I gasped into his mouth, my body arching into his, begging for more without words.
I saw myself through his eyes. Not the shy, awkward Sud girl who was too young to play magister. But a woman, beautiful and sensual, with dark eyes reflecting candlelight like the most exquisite night sky ever beheld.
I barely recognized her at first, yet I knew she was me.
Was that truly how he saw me?
I saw myself at the academy, in the lecture halls from a corner deep in the shadows, in the streets of Befest, in the castle.
Kael had watched me for years. And now, he had me, and I felt the depth of his uncertainty, how little he knew what to do with himself.
Even if he could shatter me with a single thought, I held all the power over him.
My hands explored his firm back, fingertips burning as I traced the contours of his muscles down to his lower back. I hooked my fingers into his breeches and began to pull them down.
He broke the kiss suddenly, tearing himself away as if I had burned him. His chest heaved, his pupils dilated, raw magic crackling in the air. Tiny bolts of light surged from his skin and danced along his naked chest.
He simply stared at me. For one terrifying second, I thought he would wrench himself away again. But then light flared through his eyes.
“Tell me you want this,” he commanded.
I nodded, my hips grinding against his bulge, a silent plea for what I desired.
He stroked my stomach, his fingers exploring lower, between my thighs, a single digit slipping inside my folds but not quite entering me.
I writhed, desire consuming me, controlling my body.
“Beg for it,” he said.
I swallowed once, my throat dry. “Please fuck me.”
Two fingers entered me, and I arched my back, a moan escaping my lips. My vision turned white as he traced circles around my bud with his thumb.
All the energy in the room flooded into me like scattered waves, but the echoes that traveled through my mind ravished my thoughts.
“That’s it. Come apart for me.”
I shattered right there on his fingers, screaming his name. Lightning struck my skin once, twice, but it didn’t hurt.
The electricity traveled through me, the scar on my shoulder flaring in response, then the bolts simply bounced back into Kael’s skin. His head jerked back, but it was not pain.
It was relief.
He slid out of his breeches and undergarments, discarding them beside the bed. His hard cock, drawing a gasp of surprise from me due to its sheer length, touched my entrance, sending shivers through me.
“Again,” he growled, holding his cock in one hand, ready to push it inside me. “Beg.”
He stroked it gently along my folds, spreading my wetness on himself.
“Please fuck me, Kael.” My voice was barely audible.
“Good girl.”
That was when he entered me. Fully, deeply, burying his entire shaft inside me.
It felt as if something long divided finally found its shape again.
Heat unfurled through me, steady and deep, every heartbeat echoing his.
For one impossible moment, there was no fear, no Court, no storm, only the rightness of his cock inside me, the warmth that erased the space between us.
He grunted, exhaling, releasing tension that had chained him for so long. I moaned loudly, hoping the cave walls were enough to keep us silent. I latched onto him, digging my nails into his back as he moved inside me, searching just how deep he could go.
His movements were rough but slow, careful, opening me up more with each thrust.
“Fuck, Evie, you feel so good,” he rasped, then caught my lips and bit into them hard enough for the taste of copper to tease my tongue. “Like you were shaped for me…”
He thrust into me harder, picking up the pace. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came apart again.
“I’m going to make you scream until you can no longer breathe.”
Still inside me, he moved so that he kneeled in an upright position. His hands cupped my breasts, and he pounded my flesh hard as he held me, gripped me, lightning flashing into me and back into him.
His hands then moved to my neck, where he wrapped his fingers around my throat and pressed with his weight.
His thrusts, full of rage and fury, passion and despair, came at an intensity that completely shattered me.
I opened my eyes wide, unable to make any sound because of his tight grip around my throat.
White filled my vision again, and his eyes lit up like fireworks.
In the span of a few seconds, I saw just how many people had fallen to Kael’s storm, lightning cracking the sky open and crashing onto his victims, plagued peasants in the streets, diseased piled outside city gates, rioters…
The storm that poured into me amplified the echoes, turning them into waves of pleasure beyond this world.
Kael grunted loudly, his breath coming in hitched pants, rough and raw.
He poured his power into me, and I mirrored it back, drawing all energy from him like a receding tide.
His cock inside me twitched the faster he thrust. Then he released everything he held onto deep inside me, hitting the deepest point he could reach, filling me up to the brim.
I came apart at the same time, holding onto his arms as he held onto my neck.
And the last thing I saw before the black came was Kael, an infant, abandoned in a forest clearing, screaming at the sky as lightning flashed around him, the storm above shaped like a wolf howling through the night.
And I knew, in that shattering moment, that this was where Kael’s power had been born.
And just as the storm had chosen him once, perhaps he had chosen me, too.