19. Maxon
Maxon
Chapter nineteen
We walk silently back to the palace, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air, suffocating and thick. Everly, lost in her own world of thoughts, appears distant. My mind spins, reeling from her remarks about my aunt and the lingering questions about the druids. Memories of the past flood my consciousness, long forgotten until now. The absence of the druids has caused the prophecy to fade into the background like a distant echo. Why does it seem like her questions had a deeper meaning, and why would Kian have disclosed a prophecy that had long been forgotten?
By the time we reach the stairs, her legs are trembling, and I offer my hand for support.
“Thanks.” She smiles up at me, her eyes sparkling like stars, and it steals my breath. “Kian sure got me working muscles today I didn’t even know existed.”
“I’m surprised you wanted to learn.”
“I won’t be defenseless anymore.”
My muscles tense at her softly spoken words, but it's the determination in her eyes that has my heart swelling. “I will help you train when I can.”
“Thank you, but I think you’d be more of a distraction.” She chuckles.
Kian is waiting outside her door as we approach, and I nod in acknowledgement. Everly's eyes lock with mine as we get closer to her door, with a mix of warmth and uncertainty.
“Thank you for taking me out today. It was beautiful.”
Stopping at her door, I reach up and tuck some blonde hair behind her ear, smirking when her breath catches.
“Anytime, Stóirín.”
“What does that mean? Stóirín.”
“Little treasure.”
“Oh . . . ” Her cheeks turn a soft shade of pink as her gaze lowers.
“Now go have a bath. It will relax those muscles.”
Everly nervously glances at Kian, but he keeps his attention averted, giving us what little privacy he can. I reach behind Everly and open her door, tilting my head slightly as I pull back, catching a whiff of her hair.
“Good night, Everly.”
I force myself to turn and walk down the hall toward my chambers, hating the distance between us. I know it’s impossible, but . . . I shake my head in frustration. She couldn’t be . . . She’s human. But the way my body and soul light up when she’s near, the way I would break every rule to protect her. The night I found her . . . I grit my teeth, the fear I felt coming from her was my undoing. I slaughtered those fae without a second thought.
My mood sours the further away I get from her, and I push into my chambers, feeling the magic sweep over me. I walk straight to the balcony, needing fresh air to cool my blood. I should head to the tavern and work off this edge. I may not be able to have Everly, but I can have any other woman down there. As soon as the thought enters my mind, I dismiss it. There is no way I can be with anyone else. Everly consumes me.
I spend the next hour meticulously working on cleaning my sword. It’s a welcome distraction, allowing my mind to focus solely on the task at hand. With a sigh escaping my lips, I slowly rise to my feet and stretch my arms above my head, feeling my muscles pop. Ripping my shirt over my head, I wipe the sweat from my face and head toward the bathroom.
The grinding sound of a shifting wall reverberates through the room. Adrenaline floods my veins, and I spin on my heel, raising my sword.
Hesitantly, Everly emerges from the darkness, her eyes taking me in, as mine do her. She looks like a goddamn angel. Thin delicate straps hold up her soft light pink night dress. My gaze travels down, following the material as it cascades down to her ankles, the silky fabric hugging every contour of her body and tying together at the front with a delicate ribbon. A low rumble vibrates in my chest as she adjusts the silk shawl that hangs from her arms, barely providing any coverage or warmth.
My arm drops, the sword resting in my hand as we stare at each other for a long moment.
“What are you doing here? How did you even know where the tunnel was or where it would go?” I am furious she’s left her room again. “You’re lucky the tunnel led you here.”
Everly moves all the way into the room, and I swallow hard when I see her nipples through the fabric of her thin nightdress. Fuck . . . I tip my head back and count to ten, before bringing my eyes back to hers. Her soft gasp at the obvious magic and heat edging my eyes has lust burning through my body. But that doesn’t stop her from taking another step toward me.
“I knew where I was going,” she whispers.
“Really?” I sheath my sword and lay it on the table.
“Yes.” Her eyes move over my torso, as if committing it to memory. I clench my jaw, my eyes briefly closing under her gaze that feels like fingers caressing my skin. “I could feel you.”
“You should leave,” I grit out, my jaw tightening with restraint.
“Why?” Her voice is raspy, the word getting stuck in her throat.
“Because I’m trying really hard to hold back right now, when all I want to do is tear that dress off you and taste every inch of your body.”
Everly's eyes widen in surprise, and then they darken, hinting at her hidden desires. I watch as she grips the silk night dress at her hips, her fingers tracing the delicate fabric. The electric buzz of desire and magic hums in the air as we stare at each other.
Fuck. This isn’t good.
Since I first breathed in her floral scent, I've been making a conscious effort to control myself. It’s been a fucking nightmare.
“I’ll give you one chance to leave,” I growl.
Everly’s gaze is unwavering as she takes another step closer, her shoulders pulled back in defiance.
“So be it.”
My eyes stay fixed on her as I unfasten my breeches and kick off my boots. With a smirk, I let my breeches fall and step out of them, turning to lounge back in the large armchair completely naked. I rest my elbow on the arm, feeling the soft fabric against my skin, and prop my head up with my hand. Everly hasn’t moved a muscle. She just watches me, the flickering light from the fire dancing across her smooth, pale skin.
“Undress for me,”I demand, my voice more gruff than normal. It's taking everything in me to stay seated, to let her make the first move.
Everly blinks twice, her eyes roaming my naked body, before she slowly reaches up and pulls the ribbon holding the front of her dress closed. As she loosens the ties, the dress slips off her shoulders and her gorgeous breasts spill out. Dusty pink nipples catch my attention as the fire casts parts of her body in shadows.Slipping her arms free from the dress, it falls to the floor like water flowing down her body and pools at her feet.
I swallow roughly, my eyes drawn to the spot between her legs. A low growl rumbles from my chest. She isn’t wearing underwear.
Deliberately, her hands skim up her sides past her breasts and push her hair back over her shoulders.It is taking all my willpower to remain seated right now. I beckon her closer, needing my hands on her. Everly’s eyes sparkle with desire as they slide down to my cock. I am so fucking hard I could hammer in nails.
“Come here.”
I watch as her tongue darts out, swiping across her bottom lip before drawing it into her mouth.This woman is driving me mad. If that’s what she is trying to do, she is succeeding. I fist my cock, giving it a hard squeeze. Everly’s eye's track the movement, and her pupils dilate as she rubs her thighs together.
“Come here, Stóirín. Don’t make me ask again.”
Her eyes, still fixed on my cock, flash to mine as she swallows. The beauty in front of me walks over, stopping just out of reach. Before I can give her another command, she drops to her knees, surprise shocking me immobile.
Leaning over, her hands land on my thighs and her tongue darts out, dragging it across the head of my cock. My hips jerk in response as I draw in a sharp breath, my fist squeezing my cock again. Every muscle in my body tenses as she does it again. The sound I make is guttural, almost animal. Everly smiles coyly up at me and wraps her soft, delicate fingers around my cock. Without hesitation, I release my grip, letting her take control.
Keeping her eyes on mine, she slides her tongue from my balls up my shaft, my stomach tightening as pleasure skyrockets through me, and she takes my cock into her warm, wet mouth and sucks.
Fuckkkk . . .
Everly’s mouth is fucking heaven. I grind my teeth together as her mouth moves over me. My hands grip the arms of the chair so forcefully that I hear the wood crack and splinter. Blood whooshes in my ears as heat rolls through me. I refuse to close my eyes as she tries to take every inch of me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock before drawing me back in. As her other hand glides up my stomach and over my chest, a gentle twitch courses through my body. The delicate touch feels as light as a feather, causing my head to spin. With a soft and teasing motion, her fingers effortlessly glide over my nipple, causing my hips to instinctively jerk in response. She repeats the motion, this time lightly pinching, eliciting a deep groan from deep within me. My grip on the chair releases, replaced by the firm grasp of her hair. The silky strands slip through my fingers, creating a tantalizing sensation as I gather them away from her face. The sound of her moan reverberates, vibrating through my very core, while her lust-filled eyes meet mine, intensifying the desire that surges within me. With her gaze locked on me, my self-control shatters, succumbing to the overwhelming passion of the moment.
I thrust upward, holding her head, my cock hitting the back of her throat. My eyes drill into hers as I thrust over and over. Everly’s hands brace on my legs as she moans and squirms, tears leaking from her eyes.
Fuck!
Pleasure crashes over me, and time stands still, caught in a whirlwind of desire and forbidden ecstasy.
But as much as I want to come in her mouth, there is something I want more. I pull her mouth off me and grab her, lifting her onto my lap. My hands sink into her blonde hair and my mouth slams down on hers, tasting myself on her tongue.
Nothing has ever felt quite like kissing her. I surrender myself completely, allowing the sensations to consume me, losing myself in the blissful chaos that unfolds when our lips meet.
It is sparks and heat and pure satisfaction, and I drink it in, absorbing the feeling as I devour her mouth.
She squirms on my lap, her knees on the chair on either side of my legs. My fingers move down her body and dig into the flesh of her hips, dragging her over my cock. She whimpers into my mouth, a soft plea. Unable to hold back any longer, I lean back and stare into her eyes as I thrust upward, driving into her wet heat.
Fuck, this woman will be the death of me.
“Maxon . . . oh . . . oh my God . . . ”
A growl rumbles up my throat and my tongue plunges into her mouth, swallowing her cries.
Everly pulls back, her hands landing on my chest as I lift her and slam her down on me. My hips thrust up to meet her, and I grind her on my pelvis, hitting that bundle of nerves with each plunge of my cock.The sound of our bodies joining, and our moans bouncing off the walls is pure ecstasy. I never want this to end.
Her muscles begin to spasm and tighten around me, drawing a loud growl from my throat.
Fuck, she was made for me. Made to take my cock.
Tipping her head back, her eyes falling shut, and her long, silky hair tickling my legs. My mind is swimming and my body is heated with all that is her. With her breasts in my face, I lean forward, drawing one nipple into my mouth and sucking before biting down, then run my tongue over it.
“Maxon . . . ” Everly’s hands delve into my hair as she bucks on my cock. I move to the other breast, paying it the same attention.
Everly tips her face down to mine, her hands clasping my face as she kisses me in desperation. Beads of sweat form on our bodies, creating a slick sheen.
“Maxon, please,” she begs, breaking the kiss.
I give her a wicked look and cover her mouth with my hand, the other arm wrapping around her waist tightly. Then I go feral, my hand muffling her screams as I really fuck her. My hips rise and fall as I move her over me. Her body shakes and quivers, then tenses as her inner walls lock down hard around my cock, her orgasm like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I let out a grunt as a tingling sensation spreads through my body and I come hard, a growl tearing from my throat, and my canines extending. I want to bite her so badly, but I hold back. Barely.
My hips slow as she milks me for all I’m worth. My hand falls from her mouth and I kiss her like I need her to breathe.I kiss her until I feel dizzy and sated. Pulling away, I kiss down her neck, brushing her hair away from her face, my lips skimming over every inch of her skin I can reach, as if I could never get enough.
We sit here, both panting heavily and covered in a sheen of sweat.
My eyes meet hers. “Are you alright?”
With a dazed expression, Everly lets out a soft hum, swaying slightly. I wrap my arms around her, feeling the warmth of her body against mine as I pull her into my chest. I stay planted inside her, not wanting to move.
“Is it always like this?” she murmurs, her fingers pressing into my chest.
“Like what?”
“Explosive.”
“With us, yes.”
Everly bites her bottom lip, her gaze turning wary. “What are we going to do?”
I know what she’s asking, but I play it off, arching my eyebrow. “I can think of a few things.”
Everly blushes, and once again, I am spellbound by the variation in color. My fingers lightly trace over her cheeks and then slide into her soft golden hair that shines like the sun. Cupping her head behind her ears, I bring her face to mine and brush my lips lightly over hers before pressing harder. This kiss is gentle, deliberate, soul consuming. I know now with the way my heart is pounding fiercely against my chest, and the surge of devotion originating from a sacred place that has always been reserved for her, that she is my mate, my destiny, the other half of my soul.
The realization sends a surge of protectiveness and possessiveness through me, making my chest swell with love so strong I struggle to draw in a breath. In this moment, there is no room for doubts or uncertainties. Only the raw intensity of our connection, the unspoken language of desire that weaves between us.
We pull apart, her forehead resting on mine, her soft breath caressing my face.
“You know what I mean,” she whispers.
Running my nose up the column of her neck, I inhale the sweet smell of roses and springtime blossoms. “That’s tomorrow's problem.”
She nods, but I see the worry in her eyes.