CHAPTER IV #8
I feel his fingers reach for the delicate lace, pulling it down softly before he cups the full of my sex. I’m barely able to hold back a moan, that simple possession taking my breath away.
“Are you uncomfortable?” he asks quietly.
Surprisingly, I’m not. I thought I would be, but everyone truly is so caught up in their own celebration that they’re not focused on the two of us.
I shake my head and lean back into Keane’s chest, nearly moaning again when he releases his hold and curves his fingers towards my entry.
“Never a disappointment, trouble.”
My breath grows heavy, knowing what comes next.
My hand grips his forearm for support, my heated gaze looking out to the crowd again to make sure no one is watching.
Keane shifts under me, making sure I’m snug in his hold, and then moves his hand skillfully between my legs.
His fingers plunge inside, slowly at first, until he pulls out and then thrusts in again.
The moan that finally falls from my lips is completely wanton.
It’s dripping in both disbelief and heavy lust, the sound conveying everything I’m feeling in this moment.
There’s something different about Keane touching me in front of a crowd, something that heats even the deepest part of my being.
He’s so confident about it, his fingers bringing me such perfect pleasure as I bite down on my lip to hold back my net cry.
“Did you know,” Keane dips his lips to my shoulder, gently brushing a kiss there, “that at the right angle, just like now, I can see the sides of your breasts in this dress.”
He pulls his fingers out slowly, deliberately, and then thrusts back into me in full lust. His teeth come down as a sharp nip on my shoulder, his gaze scorching over the side of my chest. I exhale deeply, my heart beating too hard as my hips move in Keane’s lap.
He smiles at the reaction and pumps in again, flicking his fingers from inside as I whimper and rock my hips into his hand.
Keane pulls his out, drawing my wetness up towards my center before his fingers are rubbing perfect circles against my clit.
“Watch them with me,” he whispers against my ear.
I feel his gaze move to the crowd, his fingers still moving in perfect strokes. It takes him no time to find that sensitive spot that gets me building, and within two heavy breaths I’m already ready to come.
“Smile if anyone turns around,” he directs. “Nod if you can…”
“You’re kidding,” I let out breathlessly.
All I can focus on is his presence behind me, within me.
“I’m not,” he chuckles in my ear, “because Desmond is coming.”
My eyes widen in nervousness, watching as the Master Informer does indeed approach us.
“Brother,” Keane grins from behind me, arm tightening around my waist as his hand continues its slow torture on my clit. My hips give a small jerk, feeling him hit that spot again, and it’s all I can do but truly bite down on my lip and avoid Desmond’s gaze.
Oh no.
I don’t think I can do this.
“The barrels are nearly done,” Desmond nods, eyes flicking from the two of us to Stormfall perched on the settee. “Mother sent one of her guards down to check in on us.”
“Tell him we’ll wind it down soon,” Keane replies behind me, dropping his fingers from my clit to run straight down my center.
“Cal and the Ancient?” Desmond asks.
“Let them stay,” Keane shrugs a casual shoulder, thrusting back inside me.
I gasp, my head turning sharply into the crook of his neck before I let out a devious moan. There’s something so fucking hot about what we’re doing right now that I can barely keep control. The feeling of him inside me and the sight of him smirking, knowing exactly what he’s doing to my body…
It’s too much.
“The rest of the Kingdoms are down?” Keane asks, pulling out. “Besides young Hadrill?”
“All back in their quarters,” Desmond replies.
I’m ready for Keane’s next thrust, but not for the extra finger that comes with it. The fullness of him claiming me nearly has me calling out his name, but instead I bring a hand up to my mouth and try to muffle the heavy moan as a yawn.
“You’re quiet right now, Lady Alexis,” the Master Informer turns his gaze on me.
No.
Oh, no, Desmond. Please don’t.
Couldn’t you have just continued the conversation without me?
“Just tired,” I manage to get out with a soft smile.
But the Master Informer doesn’t return my smile, just eyes me from his stance as he takes in my flushed cheeks and neck.
His gaze trails farther along Keane’s arm, following it wrapped across my thigh before it disappears under my dress.
His lips curve up in a knowing smile before he looks back at Keane and bows his head.
“I’ll let you get back to it then, brother,” he chuckles.
Keane smirks and maneuvers the two of us even deeper into the settee, his fingers pulling out and pumping in again. I stifle another cry behind my hand and watch Desmond return to the crowd, then fall completely into my King’s hold.
“Ancients,” I close my eyes.
“You’re there,” he brings his arm that was thrown over the settee to my jaw. “Open your eyes, Alexis. This may be the first time I actually enjoy watching you try to be quiet.”
My eyes open quickly with a scowl.
“Bastard.”
Keane smirks again before starting up a fevered rhythm, his hand moving between my legs and drawing every ounce of desire out of my body. His hand on my jaw holds my gaze on his, though when his thumb comes to trace my bottom lip, I bite down on it instead of letting out a cry.
Keane groans and presses his hard cock straight into my ass, his own desire hot and heavy as his fingers continue to plunge in and out.
My hips arch up to meet his hand with every thrust, and before I know it his hand gripping my jaw is pulling me towards him, his mouth capturing mine.
I tremble in his lap and let his tongue move against my own, the possession of both his hands on my body lighting me to the hottest of fires.
We kiss, he fucks me with his fingers, I moan, and the cycle starts over again.
Again and again until there’s no crowd around us.
“Come for me, Alexis,” he demands against my lips.
“Let’s take this back to the room,” I plead breathlessly.
Keane’s gaze dances across my face in smug amusement as he shakes his head.
“No. We won’t leave tonight until I’ve felt your release around me. Here, surrounded by all these people.”
Keane curls his fingers, flicking against my center wall before he slides them out and takes my wetness with them. He brings his fingers up to my clit and rubs against the nerves there until my body is giving him exactly what we both want.
“Oh,” I cry softly, tipping my forehead against his.
My hips thrust towards his palm just as his fingers fill me again.
That next pump is so fucking perfect that I clamp my thighs around his hand to hold him in place.
My hips quite literally rock around his fingers, my release coming on so violently that I actually tremble in his hold.
Keane lets me ride him through it all, his other hand on the side of my face blocking the way my lips part on a moan, keeping that reaction purely for himself.
“I will never tire of telling you this, Alexis, but you are a fucking sight.”
I sigh into Keane in pure contentment, smiling as my body screams to keep this fire.
“I need more,” I tell him, rocking my ass against his cock.
Keane thrusts his hips up in return, his hand between my legs pulling away before he comes back and gives my pussy the smallest of slaps.
“You are thoroughly insatiable.”
“Perhaps,” I nod sensually, “or perhaps I’m just really hot for you right now, Keane, and know that you can give me what I need again.”
I lean in and bite down on his lip. “You’ve set the bar too high, I’m afraid.”
“Ancients, Alexis,” he groans, thrusting his length against my rear again. He looks out to the crowd in consideration, then brings his playful brown eyes back to mine.
“You won’t like what I’m about to do,” he chuckles.
My heart pounds hard against my chest as I stare at him in curiosity, feeling as his hand between my legs dips out from under my dress and snakes under the back of my thighs.
Keane smirks again before swiftly standing up from the settee, his arms throwing my body over his shoulder in the next breath.
My head falls down his back as my legs land on his front, the full of me completely tossed over his side.
I laugh, knowing exactly why he’s doing this, and get a swift palm to the ass in return.
“Trying to hide your own arousal, Your Grace?” I laugh again.
Someone openly slaps Keane on the back before he can reply, the cat calls and whistles starting again as he begins to walk us out of the celebration. We say no goodbyes and make no stops on our way out, just leave the reception with me thrown over the shoulder of the King.
“I’m going to fuck you so good tonight, Alexis,” Keane groans.
“I know,” I reply breathlessly, feeling his hand tug at my dress to find the high slit against my hip. I moan at the touch and bring my hands to his back, steadying myself in his walk as his hand squeezes my bare ass.
“You were everything tonight,” he says from above me, dipping his hand down lower. “Your entry. This damn Warrior dress…”
Keane’s fingers slide over my clit. “Your engagement with the Ancient. With Clair. With the boy from Woodlands… who everyone saw by the way…”
Shit.
“They couldn’t understand what a human woman of Warrior was doing talking to a Discerni from Woodlands,” he glides two of his fingers down my wetness before thrusting in possessively.
“Fuck!”
“But they were curious,” he pulls out and plunges back in, “and willing to consider their own conversations and who they could hold them with.”
Keane tightens his arm around the backs of my thighs and starts walking up a staircase. His pumps in and out of me with each step, everything about his movements filling my body like a claim.