Chapter 33 #2
“And what of you, heir?” My toe catches a root causing my knee to jerk and I wince. “Are you afraid of me?”
Kaden pivots quickly, turning so his chest collides with my front. My hands come up to break my fall, cool palms warming against his body heat. Gods, he’s always so warm, I want to sink into it.
“I am not a weak male, kitten.” He tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “Have I ever seemed afraid of you?”
I shake my head. No. He’s only ever been amazed by me.
It makes me uncomfortable to see such honesty on his face. Such want. But it also warms a cold part of my heart, to have someone look at me like I hang the stars in the sky.
“People shouldn’t fear you, Max. People should bow on their knees for you, praying to you for guidance. For your wrath. Your might. Not shunning you because of the magic you wield.”
Breath rushes from my lips as his bold admission.
“Would you bow?” I ask, the words ghosting between us. “Would you bow for me?”
Carefully, Kaden comes closer, wrapping his long arms around my waist so we’re flush. Where one point of his stops, is where I begin.
His heart echoes the beat within my chest.
“I would happily, gleefully bend my knees for your beauty. I would let you walk all over me for your power. But for your lips?” He shakes his head, a thumb plucking my bottom lip as if to smooth away paint. “Well, for that, I would conquer the world for just one kiss.”
My mouth dries as he leans forward.
“I think you’ve cast a spell on me,” he murmurs, watching my mouth with keen interest. “A spell I don’t think I can break. Nor want to.”
“A spell that didn’t keep you with me for the night,” I retort.
He chuckles, pleased.
“Did that hurt? Well, good, that was my intention. I wanted you to feel every ache I feel when you aren’t near me.” Tilting my chin up, he runs his lips over my jaw to the wound on my neck. “Gods, seeing you with my mark does something to me, Max.”
“And what is that?” I have to know. Does it give him the same kind of pleasure that it does me?
He laughs, the smokey sound wrapping around my heart like a leash. “It makes me want to claim every inch of your body with my teeth,” he growls into my ear. “So that the only thing people see when they look at you is how you belong to me. Only me.”
My body tenses, delight spiraling up in me as that bubble of darkness inside my soul is fed.
Gods, I like what this Fae does to me—what he wants to do to me.
I grow damp and he nips my earlobe playfully.
“Do you want me to claim you, Max?” I shiver. “Do you want to wear my marks so everyone knows who owns you?”
On Cella’s crown, I do. Gulping, I tilt my head, allowing him better access.
Groaning, he claims my lips in a brutal kiss that has my head whirling, breaths stuttering. Soft lips pry my mouth open as my tongue dives deep inside his mouth, trying to take as much as he’ll give.
This is what I wanted. The heir, touching him, something clicks inside my chest, a lock opening wide and I inhale as he exhales. Any bit of him I can get, I draw deep inside.
Clutching his locks, we fight for dominance, as he moans into my mouth and I smile. I like hearing him moan for me.
Slamming us into a tree, he braces my head, tongue sliding among mine. He tastes like spice and sin, and greedily, I pull him close. The bark rubs into my back, scratches my arms but I don’t stop. I need more.
This is what it’s supposed to feel like. The only person who gets me, who desires me and I’m so elated, I can’t think past his lips.
Strong hands lift my legs, pinning me between my thighs.
He rips away, looking down at us intertwined. He looks like a man just given a gift. “Don’t even think about moving,” he pants, eyes bleeding black.
“Don’t fucking stop this time,” I curse, gripping his hair to bring him back to me. Our lips and teeth clash as I nip his lip.
His hand drifts to my leathers and my hips buck.
“Impatient,” he chuckles, licking at the blood on his lip.
My cheeks heat and follow his tongue, tasting his blood on my tongue. We both moan, his blood heightening my arousal.
This is dirty and depraved but feels right.
“Beg me, kitten,” he pleads, foreheads pressed together. “I need to hear it.”
Snorting, I pull on his tunic. “Hear what?”
Gods, I’d beg a thousand times if he would just touch me.
“Tell me how much you want me, need me and I’ll drop to my knees and give you everything you’ve ever wished for. Right now.” He’s begging me now. “I just need to know you want me.”
This isn’t just a power play—this is a monster begging for someone to love them. He’s asking me to be that person.
I open my mouth to answer when a shriek breaks the air, followed by a ground-shaking roar.
My breath halts as he curses. “The Hadeon.”
Another howl rips through the air and he drops my legs. “The Humans?”
“Most likely,” he says, holding out a hand to me. “They must have gone into the hollow without us. I specifically told them to wait until I found another path,” he snaps.
We trample branches, darting through the path quickly. “Are you worried about a bunch of Humans dying?”
He snorts. “No. I’m merely going to use them as a distraction, to get around the Hadeon, while he devours them whole.”
The ruthlessness the heir likes it hide shines back, as he winks and we pick up our pace.