Chapter 65 #2
His smile turned into a sweet, tender thing that made my heart ache.
“I have no need to rule. I don’t want power, Lyrae, or control, or a crown on my head.
All I want is you. By my side. I’m sorry you ever doubted that.
And I know your heart already belongs to Ryland and Varian, but… I had hoped…maybe…”
Oh, Kaden. If you only knew…
“There is room in my heart for you, too.” My voice went thin.
“There is so much room, sometimes I can’t handle what I feel for you.
The force of the…love that hits me whenever I’m around you…
” My voice broke. “It’s too much sometimes,” I whispered, guiding his hands to my waist, his fingers digging in deep like he was hanging on for dear life.
“Like I could lose myself in you forever and never come up for air.”
“Then let’s not,” he whispered, bending to take my mouth—tongue slipping between my lips not with practiced ease, but ravenous hunger—and just like that, I was lost.
Lost in the feel of him as my hands skated over all that bare, firm flesh, memorizing every sculpted line, while he took his time with my mouth—hand gripping my jaw as his tongue traced my teeth, the top of my mouth, then my lips, like he was conquering new territory.
I relaxed, pliant, willing, letting him explore.
His stomach was a plane of ridged muscle, and I skimmed my knuckles down the line of dark hair, rewarded by a low hiss. Below that, my fingers danced along where his waistband lay open, enough for me to brush the swollen crown of his cock.
So fucking big…
“Fucking gods,” he pulled away, body curling, breath punching out of his lungs as I circled my thumb over his slit, spreading the precum that beaded there—so much of it I did want to drop to my knees, take him in my mouth, and make him groan my name out like he was dying.
But…first time and all.
This was about him. Not me.
“Let me take care of you, okay?” I murmured, searching his eyes—pupils blown wide, something lost and jumbled in them that made my heart flutter.
I slowed down even more as I pressed my palms to his chest and backed him toward the bed one step at a time.
“But what about you?” he asked, all concern and doubt.
“We’ll go slow. We’ll take our time. I want you to remember this, Kaden, and I want you to smile when you do. So…please let me take care of you the way you deserve. Can you let me do that?”
“Yes,” he breathed, blue eyes incandescent now, veins of gold running through them like molten rivers, dark power sifting off him in waves, covering the floor around us.
I wasn’t worried—not overly, anyway—given how his magic curled around my ankles, cool and gentle, brushing up my calves in an almost curious way.
“I’m going to undress you now,” I said softly.
“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay? I just want to…” I sucked in a breath, running soothing, slow hands down his sides, back up over his chest. “You are so beautiful. The most beautiful male I’ve ever seen.
Like one of those statues carved by the master stonemasons in the city. ”
I worked open the next button on his trousers, planting a kiss between his pecs, then one over his heart before I went to my knees and worked the rest of them open, his cock right in front of me, hard and ready, his petrichor scent swallowing me as I tugged his pants down, revealing powerful thighs dusted with dark hair, toned calves.
“There,” I murmured. “Too beautiful for words.”
He kicked them away. I ran my hands up those muscled, flexing thighs, over trim hips, pausing over those cut lines on his sides that made me want to lick him all over.
I rose, took his hand instead, and pressed my lips to his knuckles, reminding myself this would be a very bad time to give in to my base urges and traumatize Kaden.
“Lay back,” I ordered. “On your back. Do not touch yourself, no matter what.”
“Lyrae, I need…” He sounded helpless when he reached for me, and I pressed a finger over his lips, unable to stop my smile at his desperate, ruined tone.
“Lay on your back, Kaden, and trust me. I know exactly what you need, and you’ll get everything you want. You just have to be patient.”
I gave him a playful shove and he fell back, scooting onto the bed, lying down, cock sticking straight up, so swollen it looked painful.
I made fast work of stripping—shirt and boots, pants and underthings, all kicked to the side—but I might as well have put on a show, the way his gaze never left me. Transfixed. Possessive. With a dark, feral growl building in his throat.
“May I taste you?” I asked softly. “I’ve been wondering for so long…” I stroked my fingers down his thigh, my gaze never leaving his, letting him decide.
“Only if I can taste you in return,” he growled, and a spark of that old arrogance had my head tilting to the side.
“Okay,” I said softly. “You have a deal.”
I climbed beside him, continuing to stroke his body, loving how his eyes dropped lower and lower, the needy little sounds he made. This was addictive, I thought, pressing my face to his lower belly and taking another inhale of that male scent I couldn’t get enough of.
Then I took him in my mouth—gentle and careful—swirling my tongue around the crown, mind blown at how good he tasted.
Thunderstorms.
He tasted like thunder and rain and wild winds blowing down off the mountains.
I felt powerful and nurturing and—for the first time in my life—gentle, intent on easing him into this. To make him feel good and loved and safe.
“Fuck, princess—fuck, that feels so godsdamned good, I can’t…” he rasped.
I pulled away, laughing softly. Kaden writhed beneath me, one big hand tangled in the silky sheets, the other gripping my braid, shadows spilling off the edges of the bed like a waterfall.
“Please don’t stop,” he pleaded. “It just felt…please,” he begged, looking completely wrecked.
“Control yourself, Kaden. Making this last is the best part. You need to enjoy the ride, so to speak.”
Then I went down on him all the way, his low curse ringing off the walls, hips lifting off the bed, fist wrapping in my braid as I sucked and licked, bobbed up and down until he was almost there—before backing off—teasing him until he was a panting, wrung-out mess.
Shadows shifted around us as I slid him a look across that muscled abdomen. “I want you to come in my mouth, Kaden. Don’t you dare hold back, because if you do, then you won’t get your reward.” My smile was pure wickedness.
“And you’ll really want what comes after this.”
“Oh gods, you’re going to kill me,” he muttered, and I took him deeper until he hit the back of my throat, and this time—this time I didn’t hold back.
I knew what he liked now. How he tightened his grip on my hair when I rimmed my tongue around his crown.
How he made that helpless little groan when I traced the vein on the underside of his cock.
“Princess, I’m going to—fuck, Lyrae. Fuck, I can’t stop myself.”
Kaden’s hips bowed off the bed as he exploded, hot spurts spilling down my throat, and I took every drop, loving the way he was so wild, so…uninhibited.
When he was done, I rocked back on my heels, licking my lips, his cock already hardening, a gleam in his eyes that should have prepared me for what was coming.
He tackled me backward, pressed me down to the bed, surrounded by a sifting bed of cool shadows curling up over my body as he pushed between my legs, then draped my knees over his wide shoulders, folding me in half before dropping his mouth to my pussy.
“Been fucking dreaming of tasting you for a godsdamned week,” he muttered.
I sucked in a breath when his lips met slippery, eager flesh—when his tongue flattened out and licked through my folds, when his teeth closed down on my clit, tongue lashing over me with eager abandon.
I was closer than I thought, because I tipped over the edge in a sudden, tumbling orgasm that was almost brutal in its intensity, stealing my breath, leaving me gasping out his name.
“That was…” Rooke wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand, looking equally proud and dazed. “That was…so good.” His gilded eyes softened. “I could do this all day. Keep you here forever, just like this—drifting in a cloud of my magic—looking like…you’re satisfied and loved.”
I reached up and touched his cheek, feeling like there were a thousand things I wanted to say right now, but only one mattered.
“Come here, Kaden. I need you inside me.”
He covered me with his big body, more shadows pouring off him now until we were doused in them, and I widened my legs so he fit into the cradle of my thighs.
This first pairing could have been awkward, but I was so slick and he was so hard that big, blunt crown slid through my folds, then in—both of us hissing as he pushed past my entrance.
“Gods, you’re so tight.” His eyes whipped to mine. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” He looked stricken at the idea, freezing in place.
“No. You feel perfect. Just…” I tipped my hips up and he slid in another few inches, stretching and filling me up in such a satisfying way I moaned, biting my bottom lip. “That’s…almost there. Just a little…”
Instinct had Kaden pulling back and shunting forward, driving himself in to the hilt, both of us groaning as our hips fit together—flush, perfect—like we were made for each other.
“Told you,” I murmured, wrapping my arm around the back of his neck to hold him closer. “Everything else was just…warm-up. But this…this is the good part.”
“You feel so—gods—you feel like you’re swallowing my cock. So tight. So hot. So good.” He muttered, pulling out, then thrusting back in, gentle, like he was afraid he might hurt me.
“You can fuck me, Kaden. I won’t break.” I swept my other hand down his back to where sweat pooled at the base of his spine, feeling his ass relax—then clench tight as he drove his cock back into me with a feral growl.
“That’s it. Even harder, if you want. You feel so good.
The pressure, the friction—just having you inside me. All of it feels so good.”
Those words broke some final resistance, and Kaden pistoned into me, one hand gripping my hip to pin me in place, the other braced beside my head, long hair hanging down to hide his face, nothing left visible except those burning eyes, glowing with veins of gold.
I was lost—completely lost—to his wildness. To the fact that this was all brand new.
And when my orgasm climbed up inside me, thundering through bone and flesh and breath—when tears streamed from my eyes from the beauty of it—and Kaden and I clung to each other as he followed me over the edge…
I knew I was never going back to Tempeste.
At least, not to stay.
Because I belonged here.