Chapter 56 Keldarion
Keldarion
Cas’s face flushes scarlet. Even the tip of his nose reddens. I can’t help but chuckle. How satisfying it is to see him disarmed for once.
I drift my lips over his soft mouth. “You’re so serious lately. I’ve missed you like this.”
“I’m serious?” Cas pulls away and gives me an incredulous look. “You’re the serious one. I half forgot you’re capable of relaxing.”
I lean back against the furs, stretching my arms behind my head. “If you want me relaxed, perhaps you should suck my cock more often.”
Cas flashes that fox-like grin and runs his hands up my chest. “Maybe I will.” His dark hair falls over his face. Firelight flickers across his pale body, the shadows painting his skin like a canvas.
“Maybe you will,” I repeat, “but not until I’ve had my fill. Take off your pants and turn around.”
Caspian obeys. Another thing I’ve forgotten: he’s quite good at taking orders when he wants to.
His every motion—from the tilt of his head to the sprawl of his fingers—is elegant.
Watching Caspian exist is like watching a performance, his movements practiced and graceful.
No wonder he enraptures everyone he meets.
His pants fall to the ground, and his beautiful cock stands erect. Everything about him is carved to precision, and his cock is no exception.
I direct him onto all fours so he’s leaning on his forearms with his hips up. He almost looks like he’s bowing in surrender. Perfect.
My cock throbs at the sight of him, the position so vulnerable, so ready for me. A part of me wants to stay where I am, just stroking myself and watching him, but I can’t wait anymore. I pull one of his legs over mine so he’s straddling my face. His glorious round ass is on full display.
“Hmm,” Caspian purrs, “you haven’t lost your touch.”
“How could I with you as my partner?” I grab the mounds of skin and squeeze hard. “Now, lower this beautiful ass onto my face.”
Cas lets out a sigh and complies. If I thought I was a man starved for his kiss, then I am positively famished for this. I run the flat of my tongue over the sensitive spot, teasing his tight hole and delighting in the change in the cadence of his breath.
My tongue explores every contour. The taste is intoxicating, the pure intimacy sending shivers down my spine. I trace slow circles around his entrance, feeling it quiver under my touch. Caspian’s thighs tense on either side of my head as I increase the pressure, dipping just inside.
A low moan escapes his lips, spurring me on. I grip his hips, pulling him closer. My tongue probes and teases, alternating between quick flicks and long, languid strokes. The heat of his body envelops me, the scent of his arousal filling my senses.
Caspian’s cock twitches against my chest, a bead of precum leaving a warm, wet trail on my skin. His breathing grows ragged as I quicken my pace, thighs trembling as he struggles to hold himself up. His moans grow louder, more urgent, echoing in the cave.
“Yes, Kel,” he gasps. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. I grip his ass until my knuckles are white, spreading him wider, then alternate between teasing his rim and plunging my tongue as deep as I can reach.
Caspian’s hips rock, grinding against my face. I match his rhythm, my own arousal threatening to explode. My cock throbs painfully, desperate for attention, but I won’t stop until Cas is at his absolute limit.
“Fuck,” he says, but it comes out an adorable whimper.
“Are you going to come, darling?” I reach around his legs to seize his cock, giving it a few solid pumps.
Cas grabs my hand, stopping me. Shakily, he lifts his leg over my face and spins so we’re facing each other. “Not without you. I want us to meet ecstasy together as we used to.” He leans down, kissing me slowly, tasting me as I had tasted him.
“I’m ready,” I breathe.
“Are you nervous?”
I push the hair off his face. “No. Because it’s like no time has passed. This is how it’s supposed to be.”
Caspian doesn’t respond, but his eyes shimmer, and he smiles, a gentle, real thing.
I lay Caspian down, making sure the fur covers the ground and not an inch of his skin is touching the cold stone.
This used to be such a familiar sight. How did I take it for granted?
The mornings with him wrapped in my arms?
The playful nights when we laughed as we pleasured each other?
The debates over hot tea about the too-long books he’d pick out for us to read or the entire conversations we’d exchange in a single look at a mandated dinner?
“Are you nervous?” I ask him as I kiss the hollow of his throat.
He sighs. His legs spread and wrap around my hips. “I am ready to be yours again.”
“Weren’t you always mine?” I say, positioning myself at his entrance.
“Completely, completely, completely.” His words break into a cry as I sink myself inside him.
We moan together. I’m only a few inches in, but already my heart is hammering with bliss.
“Keep going. You know I can take it,” Cas says.
I kiss him as I plunge fully in, swallowing his cry. My cock is enveloped in the tight embrace of his body. I could stay here forever, never moving, but I need to remind him how good I can make him feel.
“Fuck,” I growl. “How have I gone without this for so long?”
“I guess we’re both masochists.”
I snatch his wrist, holding it over his head. Our bracelets touch. This bargain…it wasn’t enough for him to believe my love for him. But could this moment be? Could Rosalina have changed both our hearts?
I take a deep breath, slowly moving in and out. “I love you, Cas. Do you love me?”
He runs his hands through my chest hair, his body relaxing with each thrust. “I love you.”
I can’t stop my smile. Jolts of desire rush through me. One hand keeps me up, but I can’t decide where to put the other: on the side of his face, on his chest, clutching his cock, holding his wrist? Watching him writhing from my touch is near enough to undo me.
My body sparks with energy in a way it hasn’t in decades. I wish to worship him. I haven’t been able to show anyone my affections physically in so long. Now, I never want to stop.
We move together perfectly, practiced, as if no time at all has passed since we were last like this. My thrusts grow stronger, more powerful, my breathing labored. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Cas’s breath is rapid. His heartbeat sprints under my palm. “Please, Kel, give me everything. I want you. I need you. Please, have me, take me, give me everything.”
“Fuck, yes, darling, I will,” I groan. My balls tighten, his words like a lightning strike to my spine. Twenty-six years of anger, of longing, of lust, of pain, of aching for him. I pour it all into this.
“Please, Kel, please! Give me everything,” Cas pleads again.
And I do. Exploding, I can’t help the beastly roar that erupts from my throat. Cas cries out, his cock twitching as he comes too, his desire painting his chest. It’s like an avalanche inside my body, every thought, every feeling part of the blizzard that storms out of me.
I collapse to his sticky skin, keeping my cock still nestled within Caspian’s warmth.
“Oof!” Cas breathes as my whole weight falls on him, but he wraps his arms around me.
Once I catch my breath, I whisper kisses along his jaw and down his neck.
“I guess that settles it,” Cas murmurs, stroking my hair. “You’ve still got it.”
I huff a laugh. “As long as I’ve got you.”
We lie there for a long time, the fire crackling as the storm rages outside. This was the same cave we made love in for the first time. And today, it feels like a first again. A first of a love reborn.
Eventually, we detangle from each other, packing up the cave and changing into our wet clothes. Caspian briars us back to Frostfang, where we stumble to my room and into a warm bath.
I’m sitting on the bed, waiting for him to finish, when he waltzes out of the privy in too-big pajamas. Though we found all his old clothes from his last stay, he still seems to prefer mine.
By this point, night has fallen, and my wolf has taken over. Tonight, the beast feels subdued, my thoughts my own. Instead of falling into the bed, he grabs the duvet and drags it down to the floor and nuzzles against me like a cat.
I wrap my large body around his.
“Rosalina is at Castletree,” Caspian mumbles sleepily, fingers petting my fur.
I felt the same through our bond, including the other princes close to her. “You really are mates.”
“Oh, you think so?”
After all our bargains and yearning, we were connected, truly connected, in this way. Mate of my mate. I always knew our stars were crossed one way or another. “We’ll go to her in the morning. Good night, Cas.”
“Good night, my love.”
Sleep comes easily, and I must wake at the first sign of dawn, stars still bright on the blushing horizon outside. I’m a man, Caspian curled tight to my naked body.
I kiss him awake, and he murmurs my name, long eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks as he blinks up at me. His hands roam over my body until he pushes me on my back and straddles my hips.
Starlight paints the ends of his dark hair silver. I strip him of my clothes, and he slides over me. No words are needed between us, only a desperate desire that needs to be filled.
Cas’s eyes close, and he bends over me. I grab his head, pressing it against my chest as I thrust inside him, barely pulling out, instead using the friction and rock of our bodies to guide us to pleasure.
“Kel.” He chokes on my name, and wetness dampens my chest.
Grabbing his chin, I force him to look at me. Those lavender eyes are filled with tears. “Are you going to cry every time we make love?”
He swallows a laugh. “Only the first hundred times or so.”
I brush the tears from his cheek and pull him into a kiss. “I can live with that.”
He opens his mouth against mine, then bites down on my lip as he comes. I release everything into him, holding his trembling body as we come down.
I heave in a breath and whisper in his ear, “When the stars wove my fate, they made a tapestry of light and fire and frost, one that always ends with me loving you.”
He shudders and narrows his starlight eyes. “You said those words to me after we made our bargain.”
“You remember?”
His fingertips tremble along my jaw, then my lips, as if he could capture the words himself. “Have you said them to anyone else?”
“No, why?”
He shakes his head and places a wet kiss on my lips. “Just surprised you remember them after all this time, given how old and withered you’ve become.”
I growl and grip his hips, throwing him onto his back, and sending him into a fit of laughter. “Do I need to remind you just how old and withered I am?”
“Always.”
After a few more slow kisses, he stands and stretches his lithe form, then draws the curtains wider, letting the first rays of sun spill over me. We clean and dress in soft nightclothes, not ready to start the day. It’s still early enough most of the keep is asleep.
“You know where we must go next,” I say lowly.
No need for a mate bond for him to read my mind. “We don’t want her mad at us. She’s scary when she’s mad.”
In agreement, Caspian’s briars carry us to our other home. Castletree. It’s dark and quiet, but a light burns in my chest, pulling me toward the Spring wing. I hold Caspian’s hand as we creep through the halls.
When we open the door to Rosalina’s room, I’m not surprised to see them all there with her.
Her bed has been transformed into what looks like a huge nest, filled with pillows, blankets, and fae princes.
Ezryn’s on the far left with Rosalina beside him, Farron to her right, and Dayton on the other side.
Warmth spreads through my chest, not just looking at Rosalina but at all of them.
My family.
I raise a brow and whisper to Caspian, “So did everyone except me know you and Rosalina were mates?”
He grins. “Yep.”
“And you all hid it from me?”
“Yep.”
I shake my head. “Bastards.”
Caspian tugs me forward. Quietly, we creep into the left side of the bed, Caspian beside Ez and me on the end. Protecting them all.
Protecting them as I will for the rest of my life.