CHAPTER XV #4
Because if so, more words will need to be shared to get him to see just how fucked up that is.
Alanna has been traveling with our group from the very beginning, has been fighting by our side since our travel to Red Falls.
She’s also a woman who has grown on us all, me especially, her desire to see change come to Woodlands matching my own.
And it can’t be forgotten that Keane has taken her intimately, sharing parts of himself in one night or multiple, I don’t care.
So to now call her his subject? To reduce her to such a single term?
I scoff and turn back to my dress, my heart beating hard.
Keane’s eyes narrow on me as he takes a slow step forward. His hand wraps tightly around my bicep, pulling me around to look at him. Both of our glances are filled with a heated fire, but they’re for completely different reasons.
“You know…” he says quietly, fingers tightening around my arm as he pulls me closer.
It isn’t a question, just his own realization.
I don’t have to nod but I do. A small grimace pulls at his lips in answer, his jaw tightening as his eyes start to dart across my face. They’re quick to narrow again, a cool fire now burning behind them as he analyzes me in a new light.
“How long?”
I hold his gaze. “It doesn’t matter.”
“How long, Alexis?”
I keep my voice steady and press my shoulders back.
“Since that first night in Agnor. Golem and I listened in on your conversation at the inn. We saw the three of you together…”
We saw you with her…
I don’t know the look Keane is giving me right now, but I can’t stop my heart from pounding against his chest. My knowledge of him and Alanna has never been something I felt the need to disclose. She knew that I knew, and that’s all that mattered.
“Ancients, Alexis,” his voice is so low that I barely hear him.
He pulls my arm closer, his other hand reaching for the side of my face.
“You’ve known all this time…”
I reach a hand up to his black chain and pull him towards me, demanding that he hear my next words.
“But don’t you see, Keane? I found her worthy of you and understood it.
I still do. Just as I find her worthy of Cal and my crew.
She’s fought at our side and has her own desire to see Woodlands changed.
So to say that she’s your subject… she’s not.
She’s your friend. She’s my friend. And calling her anything else only degrades everything that we’ve been through with her.
We don’t threaten our friends without giving them the benefit of the doubt, and I really need you to understand that. ”
The King releases my arm to grip the back of my neck. His hold is firm, keeping me steady to his gaze as he wills me to look at the heavy fire that now consumes him.
“The things I want to do to you right now, Alexis…”
I hold onto that gaze hard, matching his intensity as I tug on his chain again.
“That’s nice. But all I want is for you to tell me that you hear me, Keane. To tell me that you understand.”
“I hear you…” he chuckles. “I agree with you…”
Keane pulls me towards him, leaning down to bring his lips to my ear.
“Now let me fuck you senseless, Alexis. I don’t know what I did in life to deserve you, but I’m going to show you just how much you’ve ruined other women for me.”
Dear Ancie-
His lips are on mine before I can finish the thought.
His hand at the back of my neck is holding me hard, giving me no release and nowhere to go as he pushes his tongue into my mouth.
My full body ignites, moving against his as I bring my own hands to the back of his head and pull him closer, needing his steady body, needing his sure presence on mine after the last few days of anger and conflict.
Keane drops his other hand from my cheek and reaches for my hip, grabbing it tight as he thrusts his already hard cock against me, needing me just as much.
Everything within me shifts, matching his desire so easily.
So quickly. I can never withstand his pull for too long, can never not give into this feeling no matter how mad I am with him.
There’s always been something about Keane, about the way he commands both of us so effortlessly.
One single touch and he’s calling our twin flames to meet each other without any hesitation, and now I’m reveling in it.
Literally groaning as I roll my hips over his.
I feel his hand tighten against the back of my neck before he pushes me against the table so that my ass rams into the edge.
His lips find my neck, sucking the skin under my ear so roughly that it sends a jolt down my whole body, my hips jerking wildly against his.
Keane grins and moves his hand up to my hair to fist it, pulling my head to the side with just enough force to give him better access for his lips.
I can’t catch myself. Can barely get out any deep breaths.
I’m just so pulled under his hold that I let him do whatever he wants.
Fuck. He has no idea how much he’s ruined other men for me. The way his hands are on my body, always touching me like he needs me. Like he craves me. I’ll never feel the same fire with another as I do with him.
I let Keane take control, let his body press mine against the table as he starts nipping at the side of my neck.
My whimper is a heavy call to him, both loving and needing his possession as his hands move hungrily to my breasts at the sound.
He cups them perfectly and reaches for my nipples, pinching them over my blouse until they go hard under his touch.
I moan again, thrusting my hips into his and feel myself falling back to the table.
Keane hovers over me as I hurriedly shove the packs away from us, not even caring that my dress falls to the ground in a soft rumple.
His lips find mine again, tongue thrusting in my mouth as his fingers tug at my nipples, rolling them harder until I’m moaning through our kiss.
My lower body arcs up into his, heat pressing for his length as I reach for his tunic to rip it off.
But Keane doesn’t let me, just continues to kiss me like he never has before.
I can taste him in my mouth, can feel the pure longing on his lips as mine become swollen.
His hands reach down swiftly for my shirt, pulling it out of my waistband in a single movement before he moves the soft satin quickly up my body.
I lift my arms above my head just as his lips leave mine, helping him draw the shirt over my head and arms. He leaves the satin at the top of my wrists and holds a hand there, gripping them together so that my arms are pinned under the fabric.
His free hand and lips come back down to find my breasts, his teeth biting down on my nipple just as his tongue lulls over the pain.
The rough and soft duo has me thrusting into him more, his fingers tightening around my wrists harder so that I can’t touch him the way that I want.
The pin is maddening, sending my body into a small tremble as that steady ache starts to thrum between my legs.
I need him. Bad.
“I have an obsession in you, Alexis,” Keane groans against my breast.
His hand not holding my wrists grabs onto my lace bralette, ripping it straight down the middle.
“In the desire that you’ve created within me…”
He takes my nipple back into his mouth.
“You’re my own possession,” his teeth come down roughly, “my fixation. The amount of times I think of you during the day is unnatural.”
“Fuck.”
I try to release my hands from his hold, try to push against his strong grip so that I can touch him and show him just how much of an obsession I have with him. But Keane just smirks against my breast, his tongue licking the hard bud before he takes me fully into his mouth.
“Oh no, trouble,” he tightens his grip on my wrists, “you’re going to take this from me. You’re going to feel every fucking need that I have for you.”
I tremble violently under his words and look into his eyes.
Keane’s brown gaze finds mine immediately, his lips grinning as he looks back at me in proud confidence.
He smirks again at the full shivering in my body and moves his lips to the bottom curve of my breast, his palm running down my bare waist.
“Leave them there, Alexis.”
Keane’s hand on my wrists releases them, only to join his other as he tugs my riding pants down my thighs. He leaves them dangling at the bottom of my boots, his gaze looking down at me in pure hunger before he rips the lace off my hips in another swift move. I gasp at
the sound of it tearing apart, at the raw look behind his eyes that tells me I’m truly in for a rough possession. It’s the way he keeps me so perfectly under him… my legs hanging off the end of the table as my body lays bare for his taking.
Fuck, if I’m not turned on by the sight of him looking down at me.
Keane is quick to grab my wrists again, this time pulling them down and holding them against my breasts. His other hand pushes my legs apart, his mouth descending so fast that I nearly come the moment his tongue makes contact with my clit.
“I could taste you forever, Alexis,” he nips against the crevice of my thigh, “will taste you forever. The hunger that I have for you goes beyond anything you will ever know.”
I do know, I want to cry, but a loud moan escapes instead.
Keane presses my wrists harder into my breasts and spreads my legs wider for him, eyeing me like the damns Ancient obsession I know he’s going to make me. I nearly convulse at the sight, seeing myself spread so wantonly for him as his tongue continues its torment.
“I want to taste every single inch of you,” his lips move lower, “every morning, every damn Ancients day and night. I can’t get enough of you, Alexis. And you better fucking believe I won’t ever let you go.”
“Keane,” I cry out his name, hips thrusting for his face.