Chapter 79 Perfect
Perfect
He takes my hand and leads me from the room. We move through the halls without slowing, the castle alive again beyond the privacy we left behind. Voices carry, distant at first, then louder as we approach, until they spill fully into the corridor ahead.
When we enter, the sound hits all at once.
Laughter. Shouting. The clatter of cups against wood.
A jester moves through the center of the room, drawing jeers and applause in equal measure as soldiers crowd around him, drinking, talking, existing in a way that feels almost too loud after the quiet we just left.
Colsar pulls the hood of my cloak over my head before I can ask why.
We do not move toward the center. He guides me instead to the edge of the room, into a darker corner where the light does not quite reach, where we can see without being seen clearly in return.
I glance around, trying to understand. Most of them are Avanki soldiers. Some Veynar. All of them unaware.
I turn toward him, about to ask—
But he is already sitting. He pulls me with him, guiding me closer, one hand firm at my waist as he eases back into the chair.
Then his other hand moves, lifting the edge of my dress.
“Sit,” he says.
I sit on his lap, feeling him hard beneath me as he presses into me and starts to move, grinding slow.
The thrill of the noisy room, the risk of being seen, makes me ache, and I bite my lip to keep quiet.
He lifts my leg, shifting the angle until he’s pressing exactly where I can’t hold back. “Colsar,” I breathe, barely audible.
“I didn’t say you could talk,” he cuts in.
“Colsar, I—”
“Shh,” he murmurs against my ear, breath hot on my skin. “Your soldiers respect you so much. What would they say if they knew where their queen just licked me? If they knew she likes getting fucked while watching them drink?” A pause, then softer, “That’s what you like, isn’t it?”
I nod, unable to speak as heat builds inside me.
He stills his hips, letting me feel every inch of him, and slides a hand up to my chest, fingers teasing through the fabric.
He pulls me back against him, my spine to his torso.
“Asha Bear, tell me what you want, and you’ll get it. Gentle? Rough? Or should it hurt?”
His hand drifts down to my stomach, stroking lightly as he presses a kiss to my shoulder. “If you say stop tonight, I’ll stop. Otherwise, after you answer, you listen. No talking back, no speaking unless I ask for it.”
A moan slips out as I roll my hips against him, unable to help myself. He clamps down on my waist, stopping me. “Answer my question.”
“Make it hurt,” I say, voice trembling but sure.
He thrusts hard, sudden and deep, and I nearly scream, but his power closes around us, swallowing the sound.
Pleasure crashes through me in relentless waves, wetness slicking down my thighs as tears prick my eyes.
He pulls me tighter, hands slipping inside my dress to rub my chest, pinching just enough to sting.
“I’ve noticed nothing gets you wetter, sweet wife, than knowing you might get caught,” he says, voice rough.
He nips at my earlobe. “So tonight, that’s exactly what we’ll do.”
And that’s how the night unfolds.
Next, we go near the guard sleeping quarters, stifling every sound as boots shuffle nearby.
Afterwards, we sneak to the back of the servants’ kitchens, intending to grab some bread, only to stumble on another couple tangled together in the shadows.
I turn to Colsar, mouth open to protest, but he hoists me up and drags me out, pushing my face against the door so I can hear their muffled groans while he slides into me, thrusting hard until a voice inside calls out, “Who’s there? ”
Colsar pulls out fast, yanking me around the corner and down the hall.
My chest heaves, but before I can steady myself, he pins me to a wall again.
I realize with a jolt we’re right outside Sevrin’s rooms. I grab his arm, nodding toward the door, and he stares at it, understanding settling on his face.
Then a slow, dangerous smile spreads as he leans in close, whispering, “If we get caught, my brother will lose his mind seeing me between your legs, my seed dripping out of you. He has no clue what it’s like to feel you tighten around me, to hear you moan in my ear, to take you however I want, whenever I want. Always so eager to please me.”
“Col—” I start, but the pleasure hits, overwhelming, cutting me off. He presses his mouth to mine, hard and bruising as my body trembles, spent and sore.
He eases me down, dragging my cloak back over me just enough to hide what we can. As he reaches down to close his trousers I realize he is still erect. I grab the front of his shirt and say softly, “Anywhere you want.”
I drop to my knees and put him into my mouth, smiling as he lets out a soft moan.
He leans his hand on the wall, the other hand tangled in my hair.
His length has barely touched the back of my throat when he suddenly pulls out with a soft groan as warm streaks shoot onto my face and the front of my dress.
He looks down at me as I scoop some from my face and begin to lick my fingers. “All mine,” I whisper.
“All yours,” he agrees. He leans down to help me up but my legs are unsteady so he lifts me instead.
Back in our chambers, he draws a bath, and I sink into the warm water, collapsing between his legs. Silence stretches between us, comfortable, until I tilt my head up to look at him. “I have no words.”
He smiles, soft and unguarded, and I rest there with him for a while longer before I finally ask what’s been nagging me since earlier. “How were you able to…release so many times?”
He lets out a quiet laugh. “I haven’t run my wolf since Shalvar. I’ve got a lot of…pent-up energy.”
“Why don’t you—”
“No,” he interrupts, firm. “It was never about needing permission. I feel…uneasy here. I can’t leave you or the children right now. Once I run, I won’t have the control to come back immediately.”
I nod, understanding his need to stay close. As I rest on his chest, I mumble, “Her little claws were so cute.”
He laughs again, the sound rumbling under me. “I didn’t know feeders transitioned that young.”
“When will Ari…do siakar things?”
“The range varies, but usually not as young as this,” he says, fingers brushing lightly over my arm as I drift toward sleep.
“They’re perfect,” I murmur, my eyelids growing heavy. He lifts me gently out of the tub and carries me to the bed, drying me, then himself before pulling the covers over us both and pulling me close.
As I drift off to sleep, I hear him whisper three words: “so are you.”