Chapter 38 Calytrix
THIRTY-EIGHT
CALYTRIX
The weather had turned in the barren mountains of the Desert Kingdom, bringing ice wind and sinking temperatures.
The dry cold seemed to leech the heat from my bones.
With as much sun as my kingdom had, and our palace on the sea, this was a type of cold I’d never experienced.
Ryuu had found us extra clothing to keep us from catching a chill. Faolan was healing slowly.
Every day, the color returned to his face a little more, and his spirits lifted.
It gave me some hope, but the fear sitting at the edge of my nerves never seemed to fade, and I was beginning to wonder if it ever would.
I’d been naive to think I’d go from the tight safety my father raised us in to the same.
What had I even rebelled against there? Other than the forced marriage, my life had been comfortable.
I had wanted for nothing. It felt like such a distant path.
Now I was on the precipice of living a lie, not only because I would never love the future King but also because I wanted to see his kingdom and everything he stood for in ruin.
Fear lingered, but it didn’t stop me. Every step I took brought me closer to a hazard I was about to adopt as my second skin.
Faolan healing gave me a lot of time to think.
“Ryuu said there’s soup for us if you’re hungry?” I told Faolan as I helped him arrange his wings in one of the chairs in our tent. He was up and about now. It had taken several days for him to get to that point, but seeing him dressed gave me far more hope than I’d had before.
“You don’t have to run around after me. I could go with you.”
“How many times? You need to save your strength for healing, so I’ll go.”
Faolan sighed and took the book I handed him with a scowl.
I was fairly sure he had never been confined to bed in his life with the way he was handling it.
As if we were all against him. In fact, I don't think anyone had ever told him no, and if they had, Faolan never heeded it.
His poor parents. He must have been a handful growing up.
Sadness pinged in my chest like a firefly loose, and while it tried to escape through my lungs, it bumped into every possible future for us that I had to mourn the loss of.
We’d never have younglings, and I'd never have a little male with fire in his eyes and a spirit as wild as Faolan’s to chase after.
I would probably have younglings, but I’d never get the chance to love them the way I loved the idea of the one I held in my heart that looked at me with the same eyes as his father.
I left him leafing through the book as if it had offended him. He wasn’t a natural reader. He preferred to be doing, so this was tough on him.
Strolling to the kitchen tent, I took in the rest of the camp. The rebel stronghold was well populated. I had been shocked to see it in the daylight. To know so many supported the cause my people secretly held for centuries would shock the Light Kingdom.
How would things change if we were able to actively join a rebellion against the crown? I was determined to find out. I would be the link. It was why, I was now certain, my God had put me here and positioned me to effect a change.
I joined the line for soup and filled two bowls, taking the bread offered too.
Setting it all on a tray to carry it back, I noticed a group huddled at a table, talking quietly.
They looked my way, Ryuu at their center, and then turned back, continuing their discussion.
I hoped we were not outstaying our welcome, as Faolan was not ready to fly yet.
Keeping my head down, I quickly returned to our tent so as to keep from their view.
We couldn’t bother anyone if we kept to ourselves.
“What’s wrong?” Faolan said, setting his book down as I entered.
“Nothing.”
“Caly,” Faolan warned.
I shook my head. “It’s fine. I just hate the feeling that we are the unwanted guests. Not that anyone has made any comment or suggested we aren’t welcome, but everyone looks at me with such suspicion.”
“It’s their nature to be suspicious. They are rebels. Everyone but them is a threat to their cause.”
“I know,” I sighed. “But I will have to live in a palace full of enemies soon, and this is probably the place I belong the most. I would just love to feel a part of it while I’m here, and I don’t want to overstay our welcome.”
“Come here,” he held out his hand.
I took it and let him lead me between his legs, folding his arms around me as I looked down on him. These touches and caresses were natural between us now. For days, we had barely been out of each other’s reach, and I felt the effect on our bond. It strengthened by the minute.
I felt a swell of desire rise, and I pushed it down.
He was healing, and bonding further would not help us part when the time came.
That time weighed heavier too as it neared.
My body cried out for him to be closer, my heart was already breaking for when he would be far, and my head told me to minimize the hurt. I was being pulled apart.
“Don’t do that,” he said softly.
“What?” I asked.
“Fight your desire for me.”
My brows drew in. “Who says I am?”
“First and foremost, you are waging a war that is written all over your face,” he smirked, reaching up to brush his thumb over my cheek. “You have been for days.”
“Stop watching me!”
“I won’t. I like watching you.”
“You need to be healing, not stressing over what I’m doing.”
“There will never be a day when you’re out of my mind.
Don’t ask for that.” He trailed his fingers lightly down my neck to my throat, then lower through my cleavage, causing me to draw in a breath.
Over my peaked nipple, he skimmed his light touch, and even through layers of clothes, it responded.
Down, down, over my belly and lower still. I didn’t breathe, waiting.
“You have to find a way.”
He shook his head. “I won’t. And secondly,” he said with the sultry tone he almost never let out, walking his fingers down the laces of my leathers to my apex. “I’m drowning in the scent of it.”
I choked, pressing my fingers to my mouth. The way he talked sometimes would be the death of me. I wanted to chastise him, but he rubbed through the leathers to where he knew he could have me melting for him, and I let out an embarrassingly needy sound.
It jerked me from my stupor, and I gasped, stepping back. “We can’t do that—your wounds!” I insisted.
“What of them?” he asked, giving me that damn roguish grin.
“You’ll tear them all back open with that kind of”—I dropped my voice—“activity.”
He caught my hand and drew me back in. “I would be happy to sit here and let you ride me. I won’t move a muscle.
My cheeks heated. He was so supremely confident with his words that it infuriated me and turned me on in equal measure. I wanted to take him at his word, even going so far as to glance at his wings to check that they were free of the chair back and away from harm if I took him up on his offer.
No. Bad Caly!
I wouldn’t be taking him up on his offer. He was only just building up some power reserves, and I would not drain them with an unnecessary spend of energy.
“You’re thinking about it,” he grinned up at me.
“You’re making it impossible not to,” I grumbled, remembering just how good he felt stretching me wide open. I squeezed my knees together. “But no.”
His shoulders fell.
But then I had an idea. One I wasn’t sure I had the gumption to carry off, but it was in my head now, and God of Light did that play havoc with my body.
He growled, making me meet his eyes again. “Oh, do tell me what that lascivious thought was. Your scent is going to have me throwing you down on that bed, fuck my wounds.”
“I—no, you’re mistaken.” I stammered.
“Trust me, Trix, I’ve been mistaken about many things, but how wet for me you are right now is not one of them.”
I rolled my eyes, then decided to seize the moment. The Gods knew I would hardly have any more.
“Fine. I had an idea. One that won't hurt you,” I said almost shyly.
“Go on,” He waited, and the move, though passive in nature, was still entirely predatory.
“I could take—” I closed my eyes, gathering the confidence to just say it. “I could take you in my mouth.”
Faolan’s own mouth fell open, giving me nothing to go on but shock at my suggestion. Though what kind of shock, I was at a loss to tell.
“It’s fine, if you don’t want to. I’ll…” I began to turn away, but Faolan grabbed me, holding me in place. I refused to look at him.
“Please tell me I did not mishear you,” he said carefully.
“Your hearing is exemplary,” I said begrudgingly. Of course he’d heard me correctly.
“Look at me please,” he urged.
Slowly, I met his eyes.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
I shook my head.
“You filthy, beautiful creature! How did you even come up with that—no, never mind, it doesn’t matter. I am yours. Do with me whatever you will. I want to know what’s in your head.” He set his bowl aside, stretching out while taking care with his wings. “Please,” he added when I didn't move.
So this was happening.
What had I set myself up for? I’d only heard the males in the stables boasting about such acts when they thought I’d already taken Finn out. I’d been shocked at first, but they spoke about many things, so I became used to it. Storing all the knowledge away.
Now I’d started this, and I was going to have to follow through, or look like a tease.
“Caly?”
“Yes,” I snapped out of it and gave him my attention.
“You don’t have to do a thing. Only that which you desire to do.”
I nodded. But I did want to do it.
“I want to…I just don’t know how,” I admitted, twisting my hands together.
“You can’t do anything wrong. You touching me is enough to send me over the edge.”
“That doesn’t mean I’ll get it absolutely right,” I threw back.
“Trust me when I tell you that nothing that involves your mouth on my cock is ever going to be wrong.” The bulge under his loose linens was quickly tenting them.
I nodded, finding my nerve from somewhere and slowly lowering to my knees, between his thighs.
Faolan’s breathing had already picked up, and once I was settled between his spread legs, the scent of him hit me. I was no dragon, but this close, I could understand what he meant by drowning in it. I breathed him in, and it gave me the power to reach for his ties, loosening his pants.
He shuffled them down enough for me to peel them from his legs, leaving his thick length to spring free. I tossed his pants aside and turned my focus to him.
His cock, I forced myself to think the word.
His dick. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it, teasing a curse out of him.
Face to face, he was bigger than I’d even remembered, and I’d felt every intimate inch of it.
Where it all went, I wasn’t entirely sure, but I was squirming just thinking about it.
I held it in my grasp, stroking slowly up and down the velvety surface, learning its shape, its size, every detail. It was heavy in my hand, thick and warm. It made me think of the stretch it created inside me. I felt heat flood my—core.
Damn, I couldn’t think those words naturally either, but he said it so brashly and unapologetically. Cunt, pussy—they were only words.
“That mind of yours…”
“What?”
“I can scent it on you. It makes me want to devour you again. I may demand it when you’re through.”
“You can’t! What about not moving too much do you not understand?” I teased him as I said it, and his reaction did not disappoint.
He hissed, eyes half lidded. “I can.”
“How?”
“You can sit on my face.”
I rubbed my thighs together, hating that he was again right.
“Now tell me what you were thinking.” He played with a strand of my hair, looking at me like I was a Goddess or something.
I didn’t know who I’d become as I spoke, but the words were out before I could stop them. “How well you stretched out my pussy when you fucked me.”
He tensed, and his dick throbbed in my hand and seemed to swell significantly. “Bloody hell, you’re actually going to kill me,” he said, near hysteria.
“You were so deep inside me, I could think of nothing else but where we came together. Like you set something inside me on fire in the best ways.”
“I’m never going to survive you, and I don’t want to.” He dropped his head back to the chair with a thud.
I took the opportunity while he wasn’t watching me. I could do it.
I wanted to do it.
Leaning forward, I took in his tip, wrapping my lips around him and allowing my tongue to explore the taste.
“Oh, fuck!” he cried, but I was too focused on my task then to worry about whether he was watching me or not.
I sank down, taking more of him, slowly lowering until I felt the urge to cough him out.
The stable hands had hinted that this was their favorite part, making their partner choke on them.
I didn’t think that sounded all that romantic, but here I knelt, going in for a second deep stroke to try and take him deeper.
The moan that broke from Faolan as I did was reason enough to choke myself to death on him. He was driving me wild.
His fingers tentatively wove into my hair, scooping it up and twisting it to hold it out of my way.
I was losing myself to my rhythm, up and down in measured strokes, then deeper until my throat tightened in objection, and he made that helpless noise again.
My pace quickened. It felt rough and unpracticed to me, but he was making some reassuring sounds, so I pushed on.
I felt him climbing as I had the other night at the inn, when his mouth was on me.
I felt him thrust slightly, the faintest movement at first, but soon I was letting him push up into my waiting throat and draw himself back for the next push.
His breathing was shallow and labored. I sensed him climbing to a peak, tasted the first hint of cum on my tongue. I wanted it all. I’d never even imagined that, but in the moment, I wanted it in my mouth so I could drink him in, own him, and never forget the taste of what I did to him.
He cried out and thrust, the climax clearly taking him by surprise. Hot fluid poured from him, and I accepted it greedily, swallowing it down possessively.
Who was I?
I was remade. A new version of myself.
A version I feared would never heal when he left and didn’t look back.
“Now come here.”