Chapter 8 Calder #2
“Did you see how he approached me, looking for Father and then asking for me by name?” Her nostrils flare.
“That,” she gestures to the front doors, “is what I meant, Jarl Calder. How can I exist as Aura, the non-Drengr? Everyone can stomp upon me until they need Father, of course. Then I become Princess Aura.” Her words are bitter and filled with intensity.
He strides toward her until they are nearly touching. She is a resilient, determined young woman.
I’d slay all her foes from here to the ends of the continent just to watch her reach her potential.
“I apologize for that. I sent that Jarl on his way,” Grim says, interrupting the moment.
Calder lingers a breath away from her for far too long, and he is confident that his old friend is, at the very least, passively observing the tense heat between him and the Princess.
“Pardon me, I wish to go lie down. Thank you, Jarl Calder,” she bows low to him, her gaze swiftly flicking to his. “Uncle Grim.” Aura embraces him before heading up the stairs to the second floor.
Grim shakes his head in disbelief. “Where did you find her?”
“Around Blackwood.” He would not betray her trust. “Grim, I am available during the Conclave to watch over her.”
Why am I committing blasphemy? Why can't I just keep quiet and enjoy Salt, the one place that comes to mind when I close my eyes?
Grim drops into one of the chairs by the hearth. “I would be eternally grateful, good fellow. As long as a member of Sigvid’s Inner Circle watches over the Princess, we should be clear with him. Just don’t let anything happen to Aura, or it’ll be all our heads.”
Once Grim disembarks again, Calder ascends the steps to the second floor, recalling that he stashed a bottle of Steinlund whiskey in his pack before leaving Kaldrgataness. Here’s to drinking away thoughts of devouring every hole of the young woman tormenting his thoughts.
As he strides down the corridor, he hears faint sounds of pleasure.
Is that a moan?
He glances over his shoulder at the corridor leading to the King and Queen’s chambers. Thankfully, he notices only unlit sconces.
He grabs his hardening cock through his pants. All he can imagine is the Princess’s needy gasps as he succumbs to her pussy.
The sounds intensify as he nears the end of the hall.
No woman has ever elicited such an immediate and feral need within him. Every other woman he took to his bed was merely a means to an end, a way to block out Lavinia and her bitter request from all those winters ago.
What he would not give to relish in the cadence of Aura’s screams as he ravages her, instructing her in the true meaning of bliss. His hands would worship her deliciously thick curves until she came on his cock over and over until he reduced her to inaudible sounds.
When he reaches the final door on the right, he finds it ajar. He barely presses against it when it swings open.
The Princess reclines on her bed, facing the door, wearing the same tight-fitting blue tunic as before. The back of her head rests against the headboard, and her eyes are tightly shut.
Between her legs, her fingers swirl around her clit. The wet music of her arousal is louder in her room, and fuck does he want to bury between her thighs and taste her.
Her lashes flutter open, revealing a hooded gaze that yearns for his imposing form. With a smirk, she spreads her legs wider and slides two fingers inside her cunt. When she licks her sweet pink lips, he knows he will lose all of his self-control.
He takes a single step into her room when he spots her discarded hand axe lying across a chest. Runic carvings on the handle resemble Sigvid’s infamous dual axes.
Damn, all the fucking gods to the bloody Abyss!
The mere thought of that man instantly reminds him of why this gorgeous young woman is strictly forbidden.
Blacklisted from all Drengr.
Twenty winters younger.
Daughter of his mentor.
Sigvid has done too much for him over the years to return the favor by spoiling Aura–a despicable act even by the Iss Drengr’s standards.
Instead of joining the seductress in her bed, he flops down into the high-backed chair in the corner of her messy room. He may restrain himself from ravaging her flesh, but he can still watch her come like a private show.
She continues touching herself, her sounds growing louder with his presence. A wicked grin twists over his lips.
He interlocks his fingers behind his head, enjoying the way her delicate fingers fuck her pussy until she comes undone for him.
The way she moans his name in that sweet, heady voice burns through his veins with a fervent need to ruin her for anyone else.
He resists the urge to rub his hard cock as she slumps upon the bed. Those deep blues find him with a mischievous smirk.
Against all of his better judgment, he stands over the Princess. His member threatens to burst out of the confines of his pants. He sits on the edge of her bed, unable to stop himself from ghosting his knuckles along the inside of her soft thigh.
He tisks at her delightful whimpers. “Such a naughty girl.” He pulls her onto his lap, evoking a giggle. With her soft ass in the air, he rubs his hand across it before spanking her. “Someone is owed a punishment.”
“What did I do?” She squirms against him.
His breath mists, and he can feel the cold manifest at the failing of his self-control.
“Tempting a man like me.” He fists her hair at the scalp, enjoying too much the sound of her wanton groans. He leans down so his breath fans across her ear. “And you have no idea what kind of man I am, Aura.”
His other hand lifts and lands on her ass, wrenching a surprised scream that devolves into a low moan. He repeats the motion, and soon her shrieks and whines fade away until the Princess becomes nothing but a mess of filthy groans.
His middle finger brushes between her lips to discover her arousal. “Do you think you've learned your lesson?” He chuckles.
“I learned how badly you desire me, Jarl Calder.” She writhes against his cock that pulses with longing to fuck her senseless.
“I thought I hid that so well.” He spanks her again, leading to a chorus of her moans. He braces against her bed, his hand sinking into the pelt beneath them.
When he lifts his hand, ice coats the bedding.
Having faced off against a malevolent god, little could unnerve the Iss Drengr. However, witnessing his last shred of control dissolve shatters his soul, leaving him rooted to the spot.
Realizing he is losing control of his seidr should be disturbing enough. However, knowing he could have easily frozen Aura is too much to bear.
Calder drops her back on her bed. “You should lock your door, Aura. You never know who might prey upon you.”
He retreats to his room directly across the hall. He pounds his fist against the dresser, shattering the top two drawers and freezing the rest in place.
I am fucked.