Chapter 37
Ceri
One minute I was in the throne room, and the next I was standing in Cillian Wolfgang’s bedroom.
I’d only ever been in here a few times over the years.
I couldn’t believe Cillian’s family had done that for my father and me.
They’d so easily jumped in to help, no hesitation, no questions, no judgment.
They’d wanted to help. It melted my heart and also made me realize I’d been keeping far too many people at a distance when it came to my father and our situation.
I’d been so sure no one would understand that I hadn’t ever given anyone a chance.
Something I deeply regretted now that I was beginning to see how many people cared so deeply about us both.
I looked at the bed, which was a stark reminder of the last time I’d stepped foot in his room and found him thrashing on the bed, unwell. Possibly near death.
Cillian appeared beside me, and I turned to him, then gazed back at the enormous bed in front of us. It was made up with silk sheets and had a beautiful gauzy canopy over it.
“When I look at your bed, I think of . . .” I trailed off, not sure how to word it.
“Me defiling you?” He moved behind me and put his arms around my waist.
“You dying,” I said flatly, deciding I didn’t need to word it any other way.
“Okay.” He took a step back, his warmth leaving me. “Not the image I want in your mind right now.”
I sniffed and turned. “I’m sorry.”
He shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who has to apologize.”
“You already did.”
“Listen, if all you want to do tonight is sit and talk somewhere outside this room, then we can. I don’t care. I’m just happy we’ve finally admitted our feelings for each other.”
“You’ve always been a bad liar, you know.
” I stepped forward, trailing a finger down his chest, and he shuddered.
“Luckily I don’t want to spend tonight talking.
” My gaze flicked to the bath chamber. Cillian had sung its praises over the years, and I wanted to see this giant tub he was always going on about.
“Maybe we can go somewhere other than the bed.” I tipped my head toward the bath chamber.
He raised his eyebrows, blue eyes flashing. “I’m listening.”
I walked backward toward the open doorway, slowly pushing down the sleeves of my golden dress. Cillian’s eyes went black as he watched me.
Something poked me in the back, and I stopped suddenly, letting out a shriek as a coat stand began unlacing the back of my dress. I craned my neck to see it stretching out its arms, little hooks on the end loosening the laces that held my dress together.
When I turned back, Cillian was doubled over, laughing. I narrowed my eyes and kicked off a glittering heel, sending it flying toward the high prince.
He stood just in time to catch it, laughter dying in his throat as the last lace was undone and my dress fell around my waist.
“Fuck,” he said, and I liked the way his voice sounded so breathless.
Its job done, the coat stand waddled back into the bath chamber, tap, tap, tapping along the floor.
I held Cillian’s gaze, the moment of levity forgotten as I remembered exactly what I wanted from him tonight.
There were so many obstacles in our way, so many frightening things happening, but tonight was about Cillian and me finally baring ourselves to each other, and I was going to savor every moment.
I brought my hands to my bra, cupping my breasts and pushing them together. Cillian watched in rapt fascination and licked his lips. “Fucking fuck,” he said with a shaky breath, a noticeable bulge growing in his trousers.
I reached around the back to unhook the garment and let it fall to the ground. Cillian’s breathing turned shallow as he took in my bare upper half.
“Godwitches, you’re perfect,” he said. “So fucking perfect.”
I smiled and let my dress fall the rest of the way down, revealing my full naked body. This time a guttural sound came from Cillian’s throat, and heat flooded my core as I started backing away again, then spun on my heel and crooked my finger for the high prince to follow.
I entered the bath chamber, the stone cool against my feet. The room was filled with steam as the buckets of hot water dumped themselves into the tub, each one refilling with water the moment it emptied.
The brass tub could easily fit four people. I was glad to see how big it was. Plenty of room for both of us. I turned just in time to see Cillian in the doorway, still fully dressed.
“You can’t get in the tub like that,” I pointed out and stepped in, lowering myself.
The warm water sloshed around me, feeling so soothing, the tension draining from me.
Cillian just stared for a moment, not moving.
“Cillian?” I waved my hand. “Are you okay?”
“I think you’ve broken my brain.”
I let out a laugh. “You’ve seen plenty of naked women before.”
“Never you,” he said. “I’ve never wanted anything like I want you, Cerriwen Morgane.”
My throat grew thick at the rawness of his words, how violently they hit me in the heart. “Me too,” I said. “Now hurry up and get undressed. I was promised a proper defiling, and I’m ready for it.”
He shot me a smile and stripped off his clothes while I perched my arms on the edge of the tub and watched.
I’d seen his bare chest before, but never any other part of him, and my mouth was watering at the sight of his muscled shoulders, chiseled abdomen, and the trail of hair disappearing beneath his waistband.
In the dark alcove earlier tonight, I’d barely been able to see anything, but now the warm glow of sconces gave me a full view of Cillian’s body.
He pulled down his trousers, his cock springing free, hard and thick.
Oh, godwitches. That was going to feel so good inside me.
He strode toward the tub, lifting his leg and settling in, and I didn’t even have time to blink before he was flipping me over so I straddled him in the water, his cock pushing against my entrance.
“You don’t know how long I’ve dreamt of this moment,” he murmured.
“I think I do,” I said.
My hands roamed over his chest, covered with dark hair, and I swirled a finger around his nipple, then down his hard abdomen.
He captured my mouth with his. Unlike when we were in the alcove, we could take our time, knowing we wouldn’t be interrupted, that we had the entire night to ourselves, to each other.
He brought his hands down to my ass, gripping it tight and lifting me higher so that his cock rubbed between my legs, right where I needed it.
I moaned at the feel of his hard length against me, so utterly perfect, like finally scratching an intense itch.
Our kiss deepened, and he licked my bottom lip before pushing his tongue inside my mouth, letting it dance with mine. Instinctively, my hips rocked, and I rode against his cock, my pace increasing as the friction became otherworldly. I needed this. I needed him.
“Whoa, hey.” He broke our kiss and shifted so his cock was no longer between my legs. “You’re going to need to stop that or I’m going to come before we’ve even started.”
I let out a huff, and he laughed.
“Always so impatient, Cerriwen.”
“Always ruining my plans, Cillian,” I shot back, which made his smile widen.
“You’re cute when you get all huffy and annoyed.”
I leaned forward, our bodies slipping and sliding in the water, and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth. Legs stretched out, I floated in the water. He brought his hand to my ass, once again squeezing.
“How is your body so fucking perfect?” he asked. “Do you know how good it feels to just get to touch you? To run my hands over every inch of you?”
My core throbbed with those words while Cillian ran his hands from my ass to my hips, and then he was flipping me over so that my back pressed to his chest as he made his way up to my breasts. I gasped when he pinched my nipples.
“Mmm,” he said, voice low in my ear. “I can’t wait to suck on these.”
He cupped my heavy breasts, squeezing them lightly, then letting his thumb brush back and forth over my nipples, sending sparks of desire shooting through me at the sensation.
I gasped and arched my back, but he took his time, giving every part of my body his attention—except the one part I desperately needed him to touch.
“This is torture,” I said as he kissed my neck, his hands now on my stomach.
“Really?” he asked. “Because I’m having the best fucking time.”
His fingers danced down toward my clit, but instead of touching it, they moved to my inner thigh. I was burning with need. On fire. My body begging for a release.
“Cillian Wolfgang, if you don’t do something about that throbbing between my legs, I’m going to do it myself.”
His cock twitched against my backside. “Did I ever tell you how much I love it when you boss me around?”
“No,” I said, ready to flip over and ride this man into oblivion. “You’ve only ever mentioned how insufferable I am when I’m telling you what to do.”
“Mmm, I guess that was another secret I was keeping. Tell me what you want, Cerriwen.”
His hands relaxed their grip so that I could turn over and press my entrance against his cock. We both sucked in sharp breaths.
“I want you inside me.”
The amusement left his eyes, his pupils growing and overtaking all the blue. I sat up and grabbed his cock, positioning him so that he slid into me.
His head dropped back against the tub with thunk. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Ceri.”
The feel of him only stoked the fire burning through me, and I started moving my hips in time with his thrusts, both of us moaning as he slid in and out.
I’d never let myself dream about something like this.
I’d convinced myself our relationship was merely platonic, which seemed impossible now.
There would be no going back after this.
I simply wouldn’t be able to. Not after knowing what it was like to kiss Cillian Wolfgang, to feel his hard body under mine, to see the way he looked at me with wild desire flashing in his eyes.
It was him. Only him. It always had been.
I leaned over, and he took a breast into his mouth, tongue swirling around my nipple. The sensation rippled through me like waves, one crash after another, each one heightening my pleasure until I was soaring.
“Cillian,” I moaned his name.
He let go of my breast, moving his mouth over to the other one.
I ground my pelvis into his, feeling the entire length of him, so hard and thick, thrusting in and out. I couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but move my body in rhythm with his, chasing the release that was so close.
I rubbed my clit against his pelvic bone, moaning out as my orgasm shredded me to pieces.
“Oh, Cillian,” I cried out while his body tensed under me, his own release rocking through him just seconds after mine.
His cock twitched inside me, and his hot seed filled me. The spasms hitting me slowed, but my heart still pounded as I collapsed on top of him. His arms went around me, and he pressed gentle kisses to my shoulders.
“My sweet Ceri,” he said. “I would go through the Otherworld and back one thousand times to get to experience that just once with you.”
He slipped out of me, and I cuddled against him, water sloshing around us, still warm, which must’ve been another part of Castle’s magic. I certainly didn’t have a tub that stayed warm like this at home.
“That was like nothing I’ve ever experienced,” I said.
He rested his cheek on my head. “I know. We really fumbled the last decade, didn’t we?”
“But now we have so much to look forward to.”
“Yes we do,” he said quietly.
Neither of us mentioned all the obstacles we had to overcome first. Not tonight. Tomorrow we’d face them. Tonight we’d live in this fantasy world, one where nothing stood in our way.