Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
He kissed me like he had in Whiteolf. On the one time we’d ever acted intimately. His kiss was raw. Claiming. Consuming. The warrior kissed me as though he was dying of thirst and the only way to stay alive was to drink me down completely.
But by the gods, if he didn’t do more than kiss me, I was going to combust.
“More, more, I need more from you,” I pleaded. “I beg of you. Make me feel safe, Kole. Give me more as my warrior. I need it.”
On a gust of his air element, Kole lifted us and barreled us through my courtyard, right through the door, back into my private chambers.
Once inside, he slammed the door behind us, sealing us inside.
His mouth never left mine, but I had enough awareness to fling a bolt of my telekinetic magic out to turn the locks on all of the doors, and then my attention returned entirely to him.
Kole’s mouth was dominant. Demanding. Each kiss from him was like a brand upon my soul.
With my legs still wrapped around his waist, he strode purposefully toward my bed. On the way, he slipped his hands beneath my skirt to caress my hips, his hands kneading my flesh.
When the back of my thighs met my mattress, the warrior leaned down and ran his nose up the length of my neck, inhaling deeply along the way.
The light touch and fierce energy surrounding him sent tingles racing down my spine.
“You want this?” he said huskily. “You need this, Princess, so you feel safe? You won’t feel safe unless your warrior does wicked things to you?”
Stars and galaxy, I’m going to combust right here. “Yes, Kole. As a princess of Mistvale Kingdom, I’m commanding you to touch me. Please. I need to feel protected, and this is the only way.”
A fierce growl tore from his throat, but he paused, looking at his wrist again. But the magic didn’t flare, and elation soared through me.
“I’ll do whatever you need, Princess.” His lips found my throat again, and his mouth moved over me in a way that tasted and caressed simultaneously. “I’m yours to command.”
A breathy moan escaped me, and I arched into him. It’d been ages since I’d been with a male, full seasons since I’d had a relationship. But nothing I’d ever felt or experienced compared to this, and Kole and I hadn’t even done anything yet.
The want in me increased. Stars Above, but I wanted the warrior more than I’d ever wanted any male.
But it was more than that. It wasn’t just his body I craved, even though I was crazily attracted to Kole.
On top of that, I liked him. I enjoyed his company, I found his grumpy demeanor endearing, and I admired so many things about him—his sense of honor, his seriousness, his willingness to help those around him, and his subtle humor. All of it. And I wanted all of him.
A rumble vibrated through his chest, and he flung me onto the bed. I landed on the mattress, bouncing twice.
He towered above me, all hard lines and aching perfection. He unshouldered his sword, letting it drop to the floor with a thump, and then he was on me.
“Is this helping, Princess?” he whispered into my ear as he settled himself between my open thighs. “Is your warrior making you feel protected?”
“Yes.” I threaded my fingers through his hair, and his mouth met mine again.
I kissed him frantically, and he devoured me as he settled himself against my spread thighs, the hard length of him aching and pulsing through his breeches.
I gasped. I felt every line of him. Every hard angle. All of his length was still contained in his trousers, and, Goddess, he was built.
“Kole,” I whispered, breathy and itchy. I wanted, no I needed . . .
“I’m here, Princess.” He kissed my neck again. “I’m going to make you feel so good. I’m going to consume you so you feel safe and protected. As your warrior, I’ll do whatever’s needed to make you feel good.”
“Gods, yes.” I arched more and grinded against him.
He hissed in a breath, and his voice was strained when he said, “That’s it, rub yourself all over me. Whatever you need, Princess.” His hand anchored to my hip, undulating me onto his length.
He kissed my neck again and caressed me with his tongue. All the while, he continued to whisper filthy words into my ear. Some distant part of my mind registered that for a male who’d hardly spoken when we’d first met, he had a lot to say as my warrior who was keeping his vow to protect me.
His hand slid down my side, cupping my breast briefly, and then he dipped lower, lower. Lower.
He pushed my dress up completely, and his thick fingers went straight to my core. Another rumble vibrated his chest. “So wet. You’re already so wet for me. Your warrior must be making you feel really safe.”
He swept my underthings to the side and stroked me, expertly weaving his fingers over my nub and swiping my flesh in a way that had me building, careening, and on the verge of exploding within minutes.
“Oh Gods, Kole!”
His fingers tapped against me, nearly sending me over the edge, but then he stopped. “I want to see you come. I need to know that I’m giving you complete protection.”
Magic pounded around him, and he brought his mouth to mine again.
I welcomed his kiss, my eyes rolling back as our lips tangled and our scents collided.
Just as the first time we’d kissed, back in the alleyway after Abel had been pursuing me, I was overtaken with the feel of him.
His scent, his lips, his hard domination.
A rush of cool air washed over my skin, and I barely registered that he’d hiked my skirt completely above my waist and had removed my underthings. My lower half was entirely bare.
He began to inch his way down my body, unbuttoning the top of my dress as he did so. “I need to inspect you, to make sure you’re not injured, Princess. Will you let your warrior do that? Will you let me do my job?”
My core throbbed at his husky words, and all I could manage was a breathy nod, and when he finished with the last of the buttons, he spread my dress open completely.
I quickly sat up enough to shimmy out of it, then kicked the gown to the side, and when I was naked before him, fully exposed, he stopped.
Just . . . stilled completely.
Lust burned through his aura. “You’re fucking beautiful, Princess.
Absolutely perfect.” His eyes darkened. “I knew you would be.” He cupped my core, then leaned down and deeply inhaled my wet scent.
With a fierce growl, he said, “This is mine, Princess. You understand that? As your warrior, I need to protect all of you, and I can’t if another male is touching you here. ”
Some distant part of my mind registered his words. They were claiming. Possessive. Demanding.
I’d heard them before.
Mine.
Memories rose of when he’d said that to Abel and the six shifters.
“You understand, Princess?” he pushed, his tone dominant, and he curled his palm, rubbing the heel of it into my nub while slipping the tip of one finger inside me. Just enough to tease.
I gasped and arched into his touch. “Yes, I’m yours, Kole. I need my warrior to keep all of me safe. I belong to you.”
He growled his pleasure. “That’s right, Princess. All of you is mine.”
My magic heated and surged, and that thing in my chest was swirling and trying to connect with him again.
But I didn’t want magic involved in this. I just wanted him. To feel him. Touch him. Kiss him. To shatter completely underneath him while he tended to this burning ache inside me.
Closing off that part of my mind, I pushed my magic down with everything I had and concentrated solely on what the warrior was doing.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered. My hands ran up his chest, lifting his shirt.
He whipped it off, and I gazed at his naked slabbed chest with just as much wonder as he’d done to me. He was huge. Strong. Smooth. Delicious.
He was just as gorgeous as I remembered from the morning when I’d seen him shirtless in Inisville.
Cut muscles graced his body, yet he wasn’t bulky or awkward in his strength.
He was built like a predator, all savage lines and sinewy angles.
Veins bulged in his neck and forearms, and everything about him was defined.
And when my attention dropped lower, to the impressive length straining against his breeches, my mouth began to water. Before I knew what I was doing, I clenched him through his pants, my hand closing around his thick girth.
A guttural groan came from him, and something in me begged me to take him into my mouth and lick every line and pulsating vein.
But when I made a move to do so, he chuckled darkly. “Not yet, Princess. I need to tend to you first, make sure that I’m doing my job lest the magic flares again.”
He gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head, but when I struggled, his grip only tightened.
His dominance made my lust spiral even higher.
“What is it you need, Princess?” he said huskily. “Tell me so I can make sure you’re feeling protected.”
I squirmed, and my core throbbed. “I need you to taste me down there.” I arched into him. “It’ll make me feel better.”
“As you wish, but I’ll need you to spread your legs more. Can you do that for me, Princess?”
The magic on his wrist continued to stay at bay, and my thighs trembling, I did as he said.
His hard length brushed against my leg as he slid down my body, only stopping long enough to lick my breasts, squeeze them, and fondle every inch of their softness with his free hand.
“You’ve got gorgeous tits, Princess.” A low, rumbling growl filled his words. “I’m going to have to devote an entire day to these if you command it.”
I was a mindless mess by the time he settled himself between my thighs. He still held my wrists in one hand, still pinned me, and I was amazed that he was large enough to do so. But when he tasted my core, all thoughts left me.