Chapter 20Kane
Chapter 20
KANE
I swear, there is nothing worse than temptation in its ultimate form. I'm being edged daily, and I'm doing it to myself. It will be worth it in the long run, though.
This past weekend was a complete fucking tease. Hudson called us home on Friday, because evidently Mom was starting to worry him. The drive home was torture, all because of her kind smile and sweet scent. Her exotic floral scent filled the car, and I was half hard the entire drive. It felt rude, though, because I know she still has a mate.
If we did this, maybe it would be best if we didn't entertain feelings? But I can't push that on her, especially since I violated that trust previously. Gods dammit, this situation I've gotten myself into sucks. I swear, the dinner that night we arrived was awkward as hells. Harbor tried to participate in polite conversation, but her father seemed to shut her down and ignore her. I can't imagine how that felt. Then she was sick, and I felt horrible that I couldn't do anything for her.
The next afternoon, I watched from the patio overlooking the sea as she walked down the cliff-side steps and dropped her things in the sand before running out into the water. When she was deep enough, she untied her swimsuit bottoms to allow herself the room to shift without ruining her clothing. Before she shifted, I was able to glimpse her gorgeous ass, and I couldn't move from that railing for quite a while, even after she tied the scrap of clothing around her waist and dove into the deeper waters.
After I could move, I shifted into my wings and flew up to my balcony along the cliff wall. I changed my clothes, grabbed a towel, and dove off the balcony to coast down to the beach. It took her a while to come back up, but once she did, I couldn't resist meeting her in the water. Walking out to about chest-deep, I noticed the iridescent shimmer of her scales, and I admitted they were beautiful. She didn't seem to think so, though, so another score for Team Awkward.
Then we sat and watched the suns set below the horizon. As she got up to go inside, I had to stop her. I admitted I felt drawn to her, and that I'm sorry if I was forceful, but I just couldn't resist. I half expected her to tell me to fuck off, but she kissed me. Gods, my lips tingled all night long. She said something about the future looking bright, and then she left. I stood there, watching her incredible ass and thighs sway as she walked up the stairs, before I let my wings erupt from my back and soared into the sky.
I flew for at least ten minutes, grinning like a damned fool, because those lips–the beautiful, luscious, plump lips–touched mine. My smile didn't break for a full day; it lasted through me jerking off that night, imagining my goddess kneeling over me and sinking down onto my cock, and all the way through my dreams that night. It was finally after we returned to Terranea, after I'd walked her up to her dorm, when she closed the door, it was then my smile finally faded.
It's now the next day, and I haven't been able to stop thinking of my darling Kaia. All throughout my classes, my mind kept drifting to the goddess with the golden tanned skin and luxurious, curly, long hair. I couldn't stop daydreaming, wondering when the next time I could spend time with her would be. By the time my classes were done, I felt like I was going through withdrawals.
I've been standing outside Bromberg House for several hours now, waiting to see her when she gets home. The suns are going down, and I'm getting hungry; the fight to run for food is strong. I don't want to miss her, though. As I stand there debating with myself, I determine I'll be able to fly to her balcony after dark, at least. I run to the dining hall, quickly eating a meal. I should be going to team practice, but I need to see Kaia. She'll be my inspiration to win next week.
I head straight home, taking a shower to clean off the stress and sweat of the day. After drying off, I throw on some pants and comb my hair out of my eyes. As I set my comb down, the cuff bracelet my mom had made for me shines in the reflection of my bedside lamp. Smiling at the fond memories, I put it on, determined to share it with Kaia. I make sure my door is locked before turning and walking out onto my balcony. Taking a leap, I shift, opening my wings and flapping them to propel me up and around to the other side of the building. Finding the tree I perched in last time, I tuck my wings in close and land on the sturdy branch.
There, through the gossamer curtains, my Kaia studies on her bed. My heart beats hard, pounding in my chest like the ancient incubi war drums. I surrender to the beat, climbing out onto the ends of the branch before beating my wings twice, assisting me with jumping to her balcony rail. As I ease down onto the floor of the outdoor area, I lightly knock on her glass door.
She startles at the quiet noise, and I curse under my breath. Of course, a random knock from the outdoor space with no public access will surprise someone. I watch as she slowly closes her book and crawls off her bed. As she gets closer, she recognizes me and smiles.
“Kane,” she breathes as she opens the door. “You scared me. What are you doing out here?”
“I had to see you,” I say, half spinning around to show her my wings. It's easier than trying to say I climbed up however many floors high we currently are.
“Wings…” she whispers. “Oh. I see what you meant when you walked into my dreams a time or two. You're saying you flew up to my balcony and let yourself in through my door? Did you have to actually break in?”
I feel the heat rising up my neck, embarrassed at being called out. I have to own up to it, though. “Uh, yeah. At least one time I had to use my powers to unlock the door.”
“You can do that?!” Her surprise is slightly flattering, but then I remember that I broke into her room to influence her while she was asleep, and that shuts down those interpretations quickly.
“Yeah, part of my powers is the ability to manipulate locks when someone is sleeping nearby.”
“That's interesting,” she says, backing up to allow me access to her room. “So, what made you stop by? Especially the unconventional way?”
“I wanted to talk to you,” I huff, running my hands through my hair. “I'm still stressed over my mom. I noticed her change in personality this weekend, and I feel like something is wrong. Really wrong.”
“Come in, have a seat,” she says, gesturing to her bed while she closes her door. “Talk to me.”
“I don't know,” I hear myself saying. “It's like something was bothering her that she wasn't talking about. She and I have always been close, but for her to not talk to me about what is wrong is…wrong. It's like she is hiding a secret that she doesn't want to keep. Why would she hide something from me?”
“I'm not sure,” she says. “The last time we went home, she acted strangely when she pulled me aside after I talked to my mom. It was like she was walking out of a brain fog, but she wasn't. I don't get it, either. Should you maybe send a healer to check on her?”
“I'm not sure,” I confess, fingering the cuff on my wrist. “I just wish she'd talk to me. She hasn't said anything in texts other than she's worried about Stacy Oramar. Evidently, she is still grieving hard. If mom can't get her out of bed, then she said they may have to send her to a healer center.”
“I'm sorry, Kane. This must be so hard, watching your mom worry and fret about someone else.” She pauses, reaching for my hand. “What is this?”
“A gift from my mom. She gave it to me as a good luck gift or something when I hit my maturity. She blended it from something older, crafting it into a piece of jewelry that I could wear. Since I was her only son, she wanted to pass it down to me. This stone here,” I say, pointing to the dark gray bars, “is smoky quartz. She said someone close to her infused it with their power for protection, so it would continue to protect me as I grew in my life.”
“I'm glad she has been such a positive influence in your life,” she says, threading her fingers through mine. “Was there anything else bothering you?”
“I just wanted to check in on you. You have lightened the weight on my heart, so I'm here now to listen to you in return,” I say, beaming at her.
She smiles before looking down at our entwined hands. “Everything has been okay, I guess. Silas is the only real trouble I've had, and even though he is still mean, he's backed off a little.”
“What does that mean?” I don't mean to mutter my words with the hint of a growl, but Silas pisses me off more often than not, recently.
“Oh, nothing, really,” she says. “I've seen him a couple of times, but he's not acted out. At most, he's spewed a hateful word or two. He's just not done with this war path he's on. I've been trying to avoid him at all costs.”
“Good,” I say, slightly more rough than I intended. “I'm sorry, the guy is hot, but he gives me obsessive vibes. Like, he won't quit until he ruins you. What, all because he thinks you're responsible for Bethany's death?”
“Yeah,” she says solemnly.
“Then fuck him. Avoid him as much as you can. I plan on doing the same once this last tournament is up next week. He's unstable, and it's dangerous to mess with him,” I say, reaching my hand up to weave my fingers through her hair. “Stick with Talon. He and I will always protect you.”
Kaia stares deep into my eyes, and for a moment, I see a flash of light in her aquamarine orbs. Then, without warning, she leans in, kissing me with a fierceness that I haven't seen from her. Her tongue demands entrance as she stands, straddling me.
“Wait–” I blurt out, pulling back from her. “What's going on?”
“Kane, your protectiveness and sincerity are so sexy. I've been waiting, but I can't. I want you, but if you don't want this, then I'll stop and ask for your forgiveness.”
I freeze, blinking at her like a damned fool. My dick gets the message that my mind has missed because it hardens under her touch. “What?”
“Kane,” she murmurs, against my lips, “I've wanted you for so long. Since that night when you pulled me up on stage.” Her hands roam, from clutching my hair, over my shoulders, and down my chest. When she reaches for my pants, I clue in to what she wants. “I've tried waiting to allow you more time, but I'm done waiting. I want you, but I want this to be on my terms.”
“Yeah, um, sure. Whatever you want.” My words spew out almost nonsense, but I don't care. I love that my goddess is ready, trusting me enough to share this moment with me.
“Lean back,” she says. “I want to suck your cock. The last two times we've been together like this, you haven't even let me touch you. I appreciate your focus on me, but I get pleasure from seeing the look on your face when your dick is being strangled by my throat.”
“Uh…” My mind has been erased. I know Kaia has always been a goddess, but a sex goddess?! Fucking hells, I'm a lucky man. I lean back, lifting my hips and allowing Kaia to slide my sweats down my legs. She kneels on the floor, between my feet, and when her tiny hand finally wraps around my dick for the first time, I almost pass out. Her smooth, silky skin is hypnotic, lulling me into a daydream of ecstasy. I swear I'm floating on a cloud when she licks up the underside of my dick, tracing the two veins that have always been overly sensitive. “Fuck.” I can't help but groan as Kaia wraps her pillowy lips around my shaft.
She grips the base of my cock as she gently lowers her mouth over my dick, gently passing the Magic Cross piercings I have just below the ridge at my tip. Every time her tongue swirls around the silver studs, my body flushes with a jolt of heat. White-hot sensations, like lightning, shoot through my bones and I feel like I'm about to come undone with each shock.
When she reaches up, softly gripping and massaging my balls, my mind goes blank and resets for a moment. I have to remember how to breathe, but once I do, I brush her curls back, begging for a reprieve.
“Kaia, this is unbelievable. You feel amazing, but I have to taste you. I know you've worked yourself up, and I need to have my mouth on you, too. Please.”
Kaia pulls back, slowly twisting her tongue around my piercings as she releases me. “You're begging?”
“Yes, because all of this is in your control. You are in charge, and whatever you say goes.”
“Hmm,” she hums as her tongue traces the slit in my tip. “I'm okay with that, but only on one condition. I'll offer you a choice because I'm feeling adventurous. We can crawl back onto my bed, and I'll climb on top of you, with my knees over your shoulders, but you'd have to shift your wings away.” Kaia reaches up, lightly stroking one of the feathers on the tip. “Or, if you lie on top of me, I get to touch your wings.”
“Is that ok for you? If I'm on top?”
“As long as I can touch your wings, I'm okay with that.”
I think for a second–I'm unsure if she's truly ok with that, but I have to trust her. “Alright, get up there. You can play with my wings.” She squeals before jumping up from the floor. She reaches under the huge sweater she has on, stripping off her sleep shorts and panties. Spinning around, she lays with her head toward the end of the bed. I gather her hair, twisting it, so I don't kneel on it as I straddle her head.
She reaches up, softly grabbing a hold of my cock, and returning it, and me, to my fantasy. Once she's able to angle my cock to slide to the back of her throat, I lean down, shivering with pleasure. It was then, as I lowered my face to the apex of her thighs, I could smell her.
My goddess smells of fertility and abundance, full of prosperity and life. She smells of addiction and ambrosia, and I'm completely smitten. Just as I reach out with my tongue to swipe through her center, she swallows around me, and my breath catches. I push through, wanting to honor her with pleasure, too.
As my tongue slides through her center, her flavor explodes in my mouth. Sweet, with a slight musk; her arousal is a true love lotion. I could eat from her, drink from her, day and night, and never need anyone else. Spreading her folds, I search out her clit with the tip of my tongue, desperate to make her come. When I find it, her thighs clench, and she mumbles a muffled scream of bliss.
I decide to take it a step further, and just as I dip a finger into her core, her hands find my wingtips, and chills run down my spine. It's like we're in a race to see who can drive the other to come first. I pump my fingers, feeling her arousal begin to pool. She hums, stroking my feathers, until finally, I can't take it anymore. Lifting, I pull away to warn her.
“Kaia, I'm going to come. Are you going to swallow me?” Eagerly, she bobs her head up, taking me to my base. “Fuck!” I groan, holding still as I shoot down her throat. When I finish, I lift off of her, invigorated and determined to make her come. I turn around, lowering myself down her body, where I insert a finger, and then a second, deep into her pussy.
“Kane!” Her cries of pleasure echo through the room as I dive into her pussy, twirling my tongue around her clit. I begin to pump my fingers and flick my tongue in a steady rhythm, and when I feel her walls start to flutter, I use my other hand to put pressure on her belly, contracting everything and sending her over the edge into an intense orgasm. I continue to pump my fingers, slowly curling them to hit that special spot inside, but I slow down with my tongue. I don't want her overstimulated.
When she finally returns to her consciousness, I withdraw my hand, waiting until I make eye contact before I smirk and lick my fingers clean.
“Oh my fucking gods,” she squeals. “You're so bad.”
“And you taste too good,” I murmur into her ear as I crawl up her bed to cuddle her.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“For what?” I say, fidgeting with a curl that has gone astray as we lie there.
“For letting me do that. I needed that, and I needed to be allowed to choose this time. Each time you allow me the choice, you build up my trust in your choices. You're showing me that you listen to me, and if I feel like I have to voice something, you care enough to pay attention.”
Releasing her curl, I reach back, fingering the feathers on my wing until one comes loose. I lift it, inspecting it to ensure it's worthy of the purpose I intend.
“Kaia, I want you to know that I truly do care for you. I care enough that each time we're together, I will give you a feather since you take a piece of my soul each time. You can keep them, save them, whatever. It's up to you. But this is my symbol that I believe in my integrity toward honoring you, and I hope this means as much to you as it does me.”
“Thank you,” she says quietly. I release her, slowly uncurling my arms from around her and standing to find my pants. When she climbs off the bed behind me, and I turn to see tear stains down her cheeks, my heart cracks open. It's then I know my gesture was understood. Moving to the door, I open it wide before turning back to my goddess.
“Can I visit you again?” I whisper against her lips. I can't help stealing these last few kisses, not knowing when I'll be able to sneak more. “I–I am really enjoying experimenting with you. I hope we can continue to see where this goes?”
Kaia returns my kiss, moving her lips with mine until she pulls back, a smile spreading across her face. “I do, too. The balcony door will be unlocked, so the next time you want to sneak in, I’ll be waiting for you. I have appreciated your patience, and I think I’m ready to trust you with my body again. Hopefully, I won’t have to wait too long?”