CHAPTER XX #5
“Then you will stay in your room today,” the Prince replies, “and Desmond and I will see to it that two guards are stationed at your door and below your balcony.”
I turn around with narrowed eyes.
“What happened to the man who told me he would stand by my side no matter what decision I make?” I glare at him in anger, “this is my decision, Keane. I will confront him.”
Keane’s eyes soften for a moment before he takes another step forward, prompting me to walk into the wall of my reading room. My back hits the sharp trunk there, the slight pain only fueling my own resolve.
“He’s here,” Keane nods quietly, “cautiously trying to advise you not to do something you’ll regret.”
“Then come with me! Let’s handle this together.”
“He is the strongest of the Ancient Ten, Alexis. He is death. What are we going to do?”
Keane shakes his head and leans a hand on the wall above my head.
“You need to be smart about this,” he continues, bringing his other hand to my hip as he grips it hard, “flinging daggers at the Ancient will get you nowhere.”
“Perhaps not,” I agree, pushing his hand off me with a glare, “but it’s a start and will make me feel good.”
Keane’s gaze holds mine as he returns his hand firmly to my hip.
“Keane,” I scowl.
A knowing grin pulls at his lips, making me scowl again. He releases my hip and runs his hand straight down my thigh, drawing it up to him in a swift motion and flushing my lower body into his.
“Stop, Keane.”
My breath turns heavy from his hand on me, my body reacting to him without agreement from my mind.
Keane smirks and trails his fingers down to my boot, pulling out one of my daggers before he tosses it to the floor.
I shove at his chest but he pulls me back into him, his hand returning to my side as his hips thrust into mine.
“Stop what, Alexis?” he leans down in amusement.
“Stop touching me,” I warn.
Keane laughs and pulls on my hip again, moving his own hips so that I can feel him, heated and hard.
My eyes go wide.
There’s no way.
There’s no way he wants to do this right now.
“You’re in mourning,” I push him again, “the whole castle is in mourning.”
Keane drops his hand from the wall and runs his fingers through my hair.
“Stormfall came to me this morning before dawn,” he says quietly into my ear, “that’s how much you frightened him.”
“No,” I take a deep breath and wrap a foot carefully behind his ankle, “that’s how much I frightened him.”
I yank on our boots and pull his leg out from under him.
Keane’s eyes go wide as he loses his balance, the Prince stumbling back for a brief moment as I quickly run for the blade he left on the ground.
I grab it and turn around, pointing the green agate at the future King of Disce as my heart nearly leaves my chest.
“Come with me or leave me be, Keane,” I tell him, taking a slow step to the door.
Keane’s eyes dip to the green agate in my hand and then back to my face, his eyes fully alight and definitely telling me that he wants to do this right now.
“No,” I shake my head in desperation.
I know that look in his eyes, can feel that look in his eyes. It’s tugging at me in all the right places.
“No. Don’t look at me like that.”
Keane raises a brow as I take another step towards my door. I hastily reach back with my free hand and grasp the handle, pulling it slightly ajar.
“I’m going to leave now,” I say quietly, “I’m going to leave and take a walk to the Bell Grove, as is my right.”
“You have no rights today, trouble,” he grins at me, eyes darting across my face and then to the blade in small wonder, “as you said, the castle is in mourning, and we are all still in lockdown. You will not make it out of the front doors without my permission.”
Keane takes a strong step forward with his words. I raise my dagger high and angle it to his incoming chest, pushing the blade into the fabric above his heart as my own beats uncontrollably.
“What are you doing?” I glare at him.
“Currently,” he looks down at me in desire, “not you.”
My body turns to fire.
Keane’s hands are a blur of motion, one closing the door behind us while the other moves swiftly to the back of my neck.
He pulls me in for a kiss with a savage groan, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as my dagger clatters to the ground below us.
He kisses me knowingly, knowing that I would never hurt him and knowing that there was never anything I can do to stop him.
And when he reaches out to grasp my waist, I moan into his kiss and let him take advantage of the flames coursing through me.
What happens next is something I can only blame on the desire clouding my mind.
Keane moves so heatedly that I just can’t keep up.
I can’t keep up when his arm moves around my waist and he angles us down to the floor.
I can’t keep up when my back hits the hard stone with a moan, his lips releasing mine only to sear kisses along my jaw.
I can’t keep up when both of his hands reach for my riding pants, the fabric pulling with a force down my legs as he groans at the black lace there.
Everything about him is too intense. I just can’t keep up.
Fuck.
He’s going to take me here, now.
Our promise of not touching eachother be damned.
Keane moves his hands roughly to my shirt, pulling it over my head.
He tosses it to the side and then rips the lace of my bralette in the same movement, his mouth descending on my nipple as he bites down hard.
My hips flush into his, back arching as his name falls from my lips like a curse and a prayer.
He swiftly brings a hand down to the lace between my thighs and tears that right off as well.
I’m shaking at the intensity of him, at the pure and raw hunger that is commanding his movements.
His mouth on my breast is claiming me, his tongue moving my nipple between his lips and biting down again until I’m pleading for more.
He moves a hand to the back of my head and fists my hair, his other gripping the inside of my thigh as he aggressively spreads my legs apart.
He brings two fingers to my clit and starts rubbing perfect circles, my hips lifting off the ground once again.
I curse his name in lustful anger, angry at how easy it is for him to command my body. He’s too good. Fuck, he’s just too good.
The ground below me begins to tremble, sending vibrations against my back from the cool stone.
My body begins to move under his in wanton need, everything about me aching for both his mouth and his fingers and demanding that he doesn’t stop.
Keane dips his fingers from my clit with a grin and shoves two inside without warning.
“Always, Alexis,” he groans.
My hips jerk to receive him, feeling those skillful fingers as they pull out swiftly and thrust back in.
Fuck, I’m so turned on. But…
“Keane,” I moan, “this isn’t fair.”
I fist my hands in his hair and try to pull him off of my chest, willing him away but not actually wanting that.
Keane chuckles and bites down on my nipple again, his fingers plunging deep inside and finding a spot that I didn’t even know existed.
He twists and I buck, grinding into his hand as moans spill from my lips, one after the other.
My hips lift to greet him again and again with each of his thrusts, seeking out the deft fingers that are already bringing me to a release.
Keane stills and lets me grind against him, his lips leaving my breast to trail sharp nips down my stomach.
He reaches my abdomen and descends on my clit, his lips sucking and teasing until I fall over the edge crying out his name.
I greet my orgasm with the perfect mix of anger and desire, my ass falling back to the floor as my full body turns sated.
I open my eyes and catch Keane’s sultry smirk, watching as he holds my gaze before his tongue swipes from where his fingers are inside me straight up to my clit.
My head falls back with a curse to the Ancients, my hips once again thrusting into his face as he sucks my clit relentlessly.
“You’re not done, Alexis,” he promises.
“Ancients,” I cry, “this isn’t fair.”
It’s not fair that he can do this to me, that he can call me to him so easily. It’s not fair that he can bring me to pure satisfaction with just one look of his eyes.
Keane chuckles and pulls his fingers out only to run them up my folds. They greet his tongue and subtly give a small pinch to my clit, his lips soothing the sting before they do the same thing again but harder this time.
“Oh fuck!”
My hands slam onto the ground at the sensation of perfect pain mixing with pleasure.
Keane grumbles low in his chest and looks back at me with fire in his eyes, my reaction to that touch immediately calling to him with something primal.
He quickly lifts off my body and then grabs my hips, spinning me around so that I’m on my hands and knees in a blink.
I look over my shoulder and see him shoving down his own pants, a moan falling from my lips when his hand drops to grip his throbbing cock.
“I need your mouth, Alexis,” he demands, stroking himself to the sight of me.
My head nods in vigorous agreement.
Keane groans and sits down on his ass, his hands gripping my hips again before he falls down to his back and pulls me with him. He drags my body over his and leans forward, his tongue greeting my clit as if it never left before he seats me down on his face.
Dear fucking Ancients, this man.
I look down at Keane’s length below me, aching to see him come to ruin.
I run my tongue all the way down to the base of his cock and then back up, feeling him groan against my clit before he slaps my ass in a response to go again.
I clench around nothing and moan out in a whimper, taking him between my lips until the tip of him slides down my throat.
“Fuck,” Keane rasps, “swallow for me, trouble.”