CHAPTER II #5
Ancients, I could do this forever.
“You and me, Alexis,” he says softly, resting his chin on top of my hair.
Wow. Of everything he could be thinking of right now, of everything he should be thinking of right now, he chooses to speak the same words that were just pulling at the very being of me. Of us.
I throw my leg around his and move my hand down his chest, letting my fingers caress his waist before I nod with a smile. “Always, Keane.”
Keane exhales next to me, his full body relaxing. I feel his smile against my hair and press myself into him, holding him tight.
“Are you nervous?” I ask quietly, bringing my fingers up to his hip as I trail the waistband hanging there so casually.
Keane shifts his arm, moving it around my shoulders so that his own fingers can trace the thin strap of my night slip.
“Not yet,” he replies. “Not right now.”
I smile to myself, glad that he’s found his own peace with the two of us laying here in bed, and continue to move my fingers across his lower abdomen.
“Were you thinking of Golem yesterday?” he asks quietly, bringing his own hand up to my neck to play with my hair.
“Yes. How do you know?”
His fingers brush down in a caress. “His face looked conflicted, as if he was being pulled to be somewhere…”
“It was me,” I dip my fingers just under his waistband and follow along the muscles. “I was hoping to talk to him before the events of today.”
“He’s here,” Keane replies and shifts his hips, “has been here with us every morning and every night. Is everything alright?”
“Yes,” I push myself up with a nod. “I’ll talk to him in a bit.”
I smile down at the Discerni man below me, loving the way he looks so beautiful and content in himself in this moment.
His brown hair is tousled like he has not a care in the Old World, the full of him relaxed as he holds my gaze steady.
I maneuver on top of him in an almost slow prowl, the sight of him below me and still in bed making me savor the rarity.
“It feels good to wake up to you,” I smile.
I move a hand back down and reach for his length, grasping him in my palm before I start a slow and steady rhythm. Keane parts his lips just slightly and pushes his hips up, his cock throbbing in my hand as his own find my legs.
“This is for you,” I whisper, letting my lips fall down to his neck as I kiss him softly, “for the man you are…”
I kiss the side of his jaw and run my hand up his length. “And the man you’re going to be.”
Keane groans into my ear, his hips shifting underneath me as my movements become quicker. I press my lips lower, kissing down his chest, and bring my other hand to the side of his waist to tug down his pants.
“Look at me, Alexis,” he demands quietly, arching his hips.
I release his cock with a knowing grin and pull his pants down completely.
Keane’s hand finds my hair in a caress, his length pressing into my breasts as I keep my gaze down towards his abdomen in a tease.
I trail my lips along the hard ridges of his stomach until I’m right at the base of his length.
“Alexis,” he groans.
I quickly bring both of my hands to his chest and push him down, willing him to stay where he is as I run my tongue up his cock.
Keane lets out a swear the moment my mouth takes him in, his fingers intwining in my hair as I feel him flex down my throat.
I suck my King to Be slow and steady, wanting to give him the pleasure he so rightly deserves today.
“Look at me,” he demands again.
I press one of my hands more firmly into his chest, bringing the other down to join my mouth. I suck him hard, following my hand down his length before I finally flick my gaze up to catch his. Keane’s brown eyes are heated on mine, the sight of him watching me pulling a moan from my lips.
“You’re everything, Alexis,” he murmurs, hand reaching around my neck to hold me to him.
My heart races under the praise. I forgo my slow tease and start a hard rhythm, taking his length in and out as Keane’s hand grips my neck more forcefully.
He watches my head move up and down, his own hips thrusting perfectly with each of my tugs and forcing me to feel him in my mouth completely, wanting me.
His hot desire fuels my own, and I find myself moving steadily against him, never once breaking his gaze.
Keane parts his lips in a heavy exhale before his head tips back against the bed, his hips thrusting into my mouth in pure lust. I love when he does that, love when he loses control and let’s his body show me just how much he needs me.
And if I could talk to Keane right now, I’d tell him that this desire is mine and mine alone.
I’m the one claiming every thrust and bringing him to this heavy satisfaction— I’m the one who will always do so and no one else. He’s everything to me.
“Fuck, Alexis,” Keane breathes heavily, hand flexing around the back of my neck.
His length throbs when I suck over his head and back down, and within an instant his hot release is pooling in the back of my throat as he lets out a heavy groan.
He moves both of his hands down my back in a rough embrace, his cock twitching against my mouth when I give him a teasing lick.
Keane brings both hands back up and wraps his arms around my shoulders, pulling my body up to meet his so that we’re chest to chest.
“Every damn thing I need,” he says, bringing his hands to the sides of my face.
I nod in agreement and roll my hips against his.
“I have something else for you.”
Keane’s hands leave my face to dart down my body, his fingers pulling my night slip up before he grabs my ass and squeezes it tightly. “I need nothing else from you, trouble.”
“Probably not,” I grin back at him, “but you’re still going to get it.”
I push off him swiftly, maneuvering my legs around his and pulling my rear out of his hold. I move to the edge of the bed and out of his reach with a smirk, then glance at him over my shoulder as I step towards my armoire.
I’ve thought long and hard over the last fortnight about what to gift Keane for his coronation.
What could I possibly give to the future King of Disce that he doesn’t already have himself?
It took a while, but I finally settled on an idea, and over the last few days I’ve been working with a Warrior jeweler in the Palisades to create the gift.
“Close your eyes,” I grin over my shoulder, watching as Keane lifts himself on his elbows.
He watches me quietly, keeping his eyes open as I grab the small velvet sack hidden deep in the corner of my armoire. I turn around slowly, gripping it with a new nervousness, and take a shy step forward before dropping my knee back on the bed.
“It’s not much,” I admit, heart pounding in my chest, “but it’s you. Reminds me of you…”
Keane eyes me in silence as I bring my other knee onto the bed and inch closer to him, my breathing coming out shallow. My hands shake just slightly as I tug on the string to the velvet pouch, my fingers grasping the jewel inside as I pull it out.
Ancients.
Why am I so nervous?
Keane’s hands land on mine in an instant, his fingers squeezing softly.
I look back into his steady brown eyes and see them filled with such intensity that the sight nearly makes me lose myself to the nervousness all over again.
His grip softens under my shaking fingers, and it’s then that I open them slowly, letting the small black jewel fall into the palm of his hand.
The two of us look down at the same time.
I let out a heavy breath at the sight, thinking that the jeweler did an exceptional job at creating what I needed.
What lays in his hand is a black granite jewel cut and buffed to look like a leaf from our Shadow Oak, the entirety of it as big as my thumbnail.
The edges are strong and sharp, with the grooves outlined by small green fluorite and matching the green in the chain around his neck.
The full of the jewel shines brightly under the morning sun, and I can’t stop the stupid grin that now covers my lips, admiring its small beauty.
“The man told me the clasp could fit around a small chain,” I offer quietly, looking at the small hoop that rests at the top of the jewel.
“I’m hoping it’ll fit around yours. If not, I can take it back and get it resized.
When it’s on, the jewel should hang from the bottom.
No one will have to see it, Keane, and I think it will be hidden under your shirts.
If it’s okay with you, I’d like for you to wear-”