Chapter 63
Chapter sixty-three
Esmeray
The forest floor gleamed in the morning light as Keerian and I touched down atop the furthest waterfall from town.
Because royal duties were overwhelmingly a pain in my ass, we’d made it our personal and fun mission to have sex atop each of the twelve waterfalls that surrounded Florra, and on this last waterfall, our distance from town meant no one else would be out here this early.
Keerian’s wings shone as we walked along the waterfall’s edge hand in hand, the silence between us brimming with desire.
My wings rustled with impatience. I felt giddy, being back here with my mate.
Truthfully, we had hardly been able to keep our hands off each other since being reunited. Now was no different.
The noise of the powerful waterfall drowned out most of the sounds around us, but even still, I swore I could hear Keerian’s heartbeat drumming in tune with my own.
Stopping in front of the tree line, I leaned back against a sturdy sycamore tree, tugging Keerian towards me.
He gave me a smug grin as he leaned down.
There was no hesitation as his mouth captured mine, kissing me slow and languid as if we had all the time in the world.
I moaned, my hands traveling up his broad, shirtless chest, until I could feel the rhythmic beating of his heart under my palm.
Keerian deepened our kiss, his arm banding around my waist and cupping my ass to pull me tighter to him.
I could feel his torso bunch and coil, practically vibrating under his tightly wound control.
He’d been gentle with me as my wing finished healing, and from the way he pressed an achingly tender kiss to the corner of my lips before pulling away, I knew he wanted to handle me as if I were made of glass, worshipping me throughly yet never allowing his control to snap.
But I was already a hot, panting mess, and I wanted him to fuck me like the beasts we were.
I knew how explosive and passionate we were together from when our soul tie newly bloomed, and as much as I adored making love to my mate under the stars, after a week of taking it easy, I was ready for him to devour me.
I needed Keerian’s control to snap.
My core clenched at the thought, and I let out a breathy growl, nipping his full bottom lip with my teeth.
“Esmeray,” Keerian murmured, the warning in his tone clear, “we need to take it easy until you’re fully healed. I don’t want to accidentally hurt you, my love.”
I arched into him with a dramatic sigh, digging my fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck while pointedly extending and retracting my wings with ease. “My wing is perfectly healed. I flew here, didn’t I?”
My free hand wandered south, trailing between our bodies. Never breaking eye contact, I gave him an innocent smile and cocked my horns, watching as he opened his mouth to argue.
His retort cut off the moment I wrapped my fingers around the head of his thick cock through those soft grey pants.
That tight control of his started slipping as I gave him a languid stroke once, twice, through the flimsy material.
Keerian groaned, tipping his head back, those glorious golden horns shining under the soft streams of morning light.
“Esmeray,” my name was half hiss, half prayer on his lips as my fingers slid under his waistband.
I gave him a wicked grin as his hazel gaze darkened, knowing he was so close to taking me just the way I wanted.
“I need you, Keerian. Now.” My breath hitched as he let out a rumble, his palms spanning my waist as he backed me up two steps until I was fully pinned against the sycamore at my back, my wings splayed on either side of the trunk.
“If you want me to stop–”
“Don’t be gentle,” I rose up to my tip toes, peppering kisses up his throat. “That’s an order from your Queen Absolute.”
A wicked gleam flashed across his face as Keerian grinned, his hands tightening against my hips. “An order,” he mused darkly, “well then…”
One moment I was in control, teasing him with languid strokes of my hand down his shaft, and the next Keerian whipped me around to face the trees, a palm between my shoulder blades bending me over in front of him.
I choked on a thrilled gasp, my pussy instantly soaked, and threw my hands in front of myself to catch myself against the trunk of the sycamore.
He leaned over me to whisper, “As my Queen commands, so be it.”
I squeaked in surprise as he swiftly shoved my linen pants to my ankles, his thigh pushing my legs apart to accomodate his massive stature.
“So pretty and wet for me,” my mate crooned, sliding a finger through my bare slickness to rub my clit with the exact touch that made my legs tremble.
I felt as if I could combust with those feather-light touches and his desire-soaked words alone.
“My pretty, wicked Queen. So insanely perfect for me in every way.”
“Please, Keerian,” I panted. My body was on fire under his touch, from the way he knew intrinsically what I needed.
He unfurled my hair from the bun between my horns, collecting the silky strands and twisting them once around his fist as he ground his cock against my backside, eliciting another husky mewl from my throat.
“I love you,” I said breathlessly as he positioned me exactly where he wanted me.
My wings draped down my sides as I gave over complete control to my mate.
“Horns and all, my love,” he replied roughly as he lined up with my entrance and shoved home, my pussy spasming around his girth in exquisite pleasure.
I moaned at the sheer size of him, my nails growing into black daggers that I sank into the sycamore’s trunk, holding tight as Keerian pulled out and slammed in again, our pleasure mingling with the roar of the waterfall behind us.
With one hand digging into the flesh on my hip, adding another layer to this glorious moment, Keerian’s other slid up my sweater, kneading my breast and tearing another garbled gasp from me.
I melted under his expert grasp, meeting him thrust for thrust as his body demanded more and more from me, my eyes squeezed shut, my nails creating deeep gouge marks down the sycamore.
My core clenched around him. Keerian let out a string of praise and curses as he fucked me harder, faster, bringing us both towards the promise of absolute bliss.
Our breathing grew ragged as we chased that high, until the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced crashed through me. I cried out, every muscle in my body seizing, as Keerian bellowed, following me over the edge and spilling inside of me.
If my nails hadn’t been anchored snug into the tree, I would have fallen to my knees, but between my magic and my mate, my shaking limbs were supported well enough so I could catch my breath, coming down from the most incredible sensation of bliss.
Keerian was half draped over me, one palm splayed across my belly, the other braced against the trunk over my head between my own hands until he was in control enough to gingerly straighten and pull out of me.
I felt the loss of his immediately. I opened my mouth to protest, but my wonderful mate had already tucked himself away and was kneeling behind me to scatter a line of kisses up the backs of my thighs as he drew my own pants back up to my waist.
I finally staggered upright, tugging my nails out of the tree, willing my magic to revert them back to their regular length.
Keerian pressed up against my back once more, his arm extending past me to run down the sycamore’s trunk, tracing the gashes left from my nails.
He chuckled, looking down at me appreciatively before kissing me again and wrapping me in his arms. “Have I pleased you, my Queen?” Keerian asked cheekily, his lazy smirk telling me he already knew the answer to that question.
I laughed, turning in his embrace to wrap my arms around his waist. “I must say, my King, you absolutely did. I’ll require you to do that again this evening.”
And after returning to Sparrow’s home and visiting the bakery with Lenna, Keerian made good on my demand. As the moon shot beams of shiny light through the trees, we were atop the waterfall closest to Florra, and I thanked the gods for my perfect mate. Horns and all.