Chapter 55 Caspian
Caspian
Awarm, moist heat envelops me as my thorns thrust us into a cavern. Light filters through the mouth where the storm rages outside. Briars decorate the walls and ceiling, flourishing in the humidity of the cave.
I touch the wall. Thermal pools beneath the earth heat this little haven against the side of Mount Rhuvenmark.
Kel steps out from my patch of briars. He shakes in a way that’s comically similar to his wolf, sending wet snow spraying in my direction.
“Watch it, you mutt,” I say. A blush rises to my cheeks, and I turn away from him. “Do you, uh, do you remember this place?”
Kel walks to the back of the cave and gives the briars a tug.
Beneath, there’s a trunk. He flips it open, pulling out blankets, heavy furs, dry logs, flint, and a knife.
“All our things are still here, over decades later,” he murmurs, then he gives a small smile.
“Of course I remember. We spent the night here after I fled my wedding with Tilla.”
I hover over Kel as he lays the logs in the ashes of an old firepit and begins to build a fire.
It springs to life, warm flames licking at the wood, lighting up the entire cave.
Shadows play across Kel’s face. He looks beautiful dressed in darkness, I think.
Shadows love him. At least mine always have.
He sits back on his heels and dusts his hands off. I kneel beside him and say, “It killed me to attend your wedding. And when you ran out and I followed, you asked me to take you away.”
“You took me here, and I screamed at the sky, then I screamed at you.”
“I didn’t care. You were with me and not her. That was all that mattered.”
Kel moves a strand of hair out of my eyes. “You haunted my every thought. I couldn’t get you out of my mind, no matter how hard I tried.”
I lean into his touch. “You kissed me for the first time.”
“I kissed the man I’d fallen eternally in love with.”
My fingers clutch at his shirt. “Kiss me again, Kel. Kiss me like you did for the first time.”
Kel combs through my hair, tilting his head as if observing me. Then, achingly slow, he leans in, brushing his nose with mine. His lips whisper over me, each move so gentle and deliberate, my heart near rips out of my chest in my need.
“I can never kiss you like that first time, because then I had no conception of the depths of my obsession with you,” Kel breathes. “Now, I know how utterly you have consumed me.”
“Then kiss me like that. Just kiss me,” I plead.
Kel obliges. His hand grips the back of my head and squeezes hard.
His mouth covers mine, commanding, possessive.
I answer in kind, snatching at his shirt, scrambling into his lap.
He’s not the only one utterly consumed. I run my hands along the stubble across his jaw, the point of his ear, through the knots in his wild hair.
I want my skin on every piece of him denied to me for so long.
Kel starts to ease me to the ground, then jerks up. “Wait. Sit here.”
I push myself off his lap and watch with bemusement as he hurries to the trunk, pulling out a thick fur blanket. He drapes it on the floor, making sure there are no wrinkles.
“Ever the gentleman, Keldarion.”
“I know how you hate dirt.”
“Maybe I’ve changed my mind.” I drift over to the blanket, running a finger down Keldarion’s chest. “You’ve always had a way of getting me dirty.”
Kel smiles and yanks my hips until we’re flush together. I can already feel the growing passion within his pants. He seizes my lips between his teeth, and my own desire stirs.
I let him lower me to the ground, remembering how hopelessly infatuated I’d been years ago when I first fell in love with him. How did I stand a chance when he’s always so damn chivalrous? Staying with Kel was the only time in my life I’d ever truly felt cared for.
Kel covers my body with his massive one, his weight like a comforting blanket. He layers my jaw with kisses, teasing my earlobe, dragging a tongue down my neck, before his warm breath dusts over my collarbone.
I squeeze my eyes shut. The sight of Kel is almost too much to comprehend.
How many torturous days did I spend wishing to be in this moment?
To have Kel understand that my heart still beats for him?
I didn’t even dare to consider he could feel the same.
But now he’s on top of me, that intoxicating smell of cranberry, pine, and musk like my own tailor-made aphrodisiac.
Kel’s large hands drag my shirt up my torso before flopping it to the side. He’s working the laces of my pants when I grab his hand. He stops, looking up at me, concerned.
“Kel, wait. Is this… No, am I really what you want?”
Those blue fire eyes aren’t blazing—they’re simmering, gentle and warm. “I’ve been waiting twenty-six years for you.”
“Twenty-six years, eh?” I smirk. “Do you still remember how?”
Kel gives me a matching smirk and jolts a hand out, pinching my nipple. “I’ll show you exactly what I remember.”
Instead of swatting his hand away, I give him an exaggerated moan that brings a rush of heat to his cheeks.
I snatch his face and pull him to me, kissing him hard.
Unlike Kel and his self-imposed celibacy, I haven’t shied from fucking as many fae as I possibly could in the last two decades, hoping, praying, pleading that one of them would somehow fill the emptiness in my chest. Of course, none of them ever did.
Even with Rosalina’s sweet love, there’s still the void where Kel ripped a piece out of my heart.
Little did I know he was holding on to it all this time.
Despite fae lover after fae lover, I never let any of them fuck me. I couldn’t. Not after Kel had me as he did, so wholly. Never has the Vale seen a man like the High Prince of Winter.
Pulling back, I tug Kel’s shirt over his head, and my eyes roam his chest. Gods, he is in a realm all his own, thickly muscled and covered in dark hair.
I can’t stop from stroking my hands from collarbone to navel.
A mosaic of scars decorates his skin, and I remember each one as if they were etched across my own flesh.
My fingers have run along the white lines countless times, learning each story, wishing to mend every past wound. I never thought it was possible.
Maybe it is.
I peer up at Kel through my lashes. “Is this real?”
“It better be. I’m not losing you again.” Kel sweeps me in his arms, flipping us so he’s on his back on the fur blanket and I’m sitting between his legs.
I lick the line of hair running across his iron abs and down to his navel. “Well then, let me remind you what you’ve been missing.”
With a sharp tug, I yank Keldarion’s pants off. His cock springs free, monstrous in both length and girth. It slaps against his abdomen with a satisfying thwack that sets my mouth watering.
“Hello, High Prince,” I purr, kissing my way up his calves to his thick thighs. I hold Kel’s gaze the entire time. That blue fire is back, and now they’re more than burning. Kel’s stare is positively blazing.
When I reach the apex of his thighs, I’m shocked there’s not drool running down my chin. He looks delicious, the huge, veiny cock erect against his abdomen. Kel puts his hands behind his head and eyes me with a smug grin. He always thinks he’s so tough with that monster between his legs.
But he’ll remember who’s in control. If I recall our last tryst with Rosalina, it took about three licks before he was wrapped around my finger.
I’m not going to give him such satisfaction so soon. No, I’ve been waiting for this moment, having him when I know he’s mine again. I intend to savor every second.
I breathe in his scent, that intoxicating musk that makes my head hazy with lust. Then I grab him by the base and suck his balls into my mouth.
Kel cries out. With the encouragement, I give his cock a languid stroke. His thighs stiffen, the muscles straining. I pop his ball out of my mouth, burying my face in them, letting the smell fill my head like the rich tobacco smoked at bars in Cryptgarden.
“You are fucking torture,” Kel growls.
“And you are fucking rapture.” I run the flat of my tongue from base to tip, swirling around the bulbous head. A pearl of precum has already formed, and I lap it up greedily, like it’s the last drop of water in the Suadela Sands. Kel gives another moan that shoots right through my chest.
I keep licking him until he’s soaking with my saliva. Then I take a deep breath, preparing myself.
Kel raises a brow. “You know what you’re doing?”
“Of course I do. Doesn’t mean I don’t need to steel my nerves.”
“Caspian, afraid of my cock? Never thought I’d see the day.” A laugh rumbles through Kel, and he’s so damned gorgeous when he laughs, I can’t stop myself. I swallow his length to the midpoint, fighting back tears as I continue lowering. Kel places a hand on either side of my head, easing me deeper.
Once I’ve got him all the way to the hilt, my entire throat stuffed, I flick my gaze up to Kel. Daring. Begging.
“Good boy,” he growls, then pushes my head down at the same time as he thrusts his hips up. Again and again, he chokes me on his cock.
I can barely suck in breath through my nose, my eyes stream with tears, and I plead that he doesn’t stop. I want to be stretched and used by him. It’s all I’ve ever wanted—to bring him pleasure.
“Fuck, Cas, fuck.” Kel speeds his thrusts, then stops, jerking me up by my hair. His cock pops out of my mouth, and I cough, wiping the string of saliva that connects my tongue with his tip.
“No,” I beg, voice raw. “Come down my throat. Let me make you feel good—”
Kel sits up and cups my face. Gently, he kisses my lips. “It’s been twenty-six years since I’ve done this,” he whispers. “You were the last person I made love to. And, Cas, you’ll again be my first.”