CHAPTER XIII #6
The King reaches his hand for mine before he tugs the two of us hurriedly for the stables. His grip is hard, sure, the intention behind it undeniable.
Ancients, he’s so fucking powerful.
My own body is aching for his just walking by his side. I quicken my steps to the point of nearly jogging, the two of us passing through the stable door without a single glance at the other.
Keane’s arms are around my waist in an instant once we’re inside, picking me up so that my back is pressed against his chest as he moves us towards the first empty stall.
My hands are reaching for his hair behind me, dipping my head back against his shoulder as I pull him closer.
His lips crash to my neck, biting so hard that I tug at his hair in a loud moan, my body twitching in his hold.
“Fuck, Alexis. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Keane drops me to the ground, hands moving heatedly up my stomach and breasts before he grabs them with a hard tug.
I sag into his chest behind me, moving my ass against his hips just as he thrusts into me, pushing me forward and into the wooden stable wall.
His hands break my chest’s collide into the stall, knuckles pushing against the wood as his fingers roll my nipples in a hard tug.
I release his hair and bring my hands forward with a moan, pushing against the stall as I ram my ass into his cock behind me.
Keane groans and nips against my neck again, his hands leaving my breasts to move roughly down my waist as they reach for my riding pants.
He pulls on them aggressively, stripping them down my thighs before he thrusts his length perfectly between my legs.
Keane’s hands come back to my front, his fingers taking the lace around my hips to rip them off my body. I shudder at his rough touch and push myself off the wall, turning to my King to match his fire with my own.
My hands reach for his waistband, loosening it easily as I press my back against the cool wood and arch my hips towards his.
Keane’s own hands come back up for my breasts, reaching under my shirt as he yanks the lace down and cups me fully, squeezing hard before his lips cover mine.
His tongue pushes forward, giving no release as it claims my mouth, moving forcefully with his hands and fingers as he pulls my nipples towards him, causing me to cry out in pleasure.
His mouth catches that cry just as I pull down his pants, my palms reaching up quickly for his cock until I’m stroking him to the same rhythm as his tongue.
Keane groans against my lips, his hands giving my breasts another firm squeeze until they move back down for the ass he just can’t get enough of.
“Tell me it was easy,” he demands.
He lifts me up easily, pressing his hips and length towards my center as my back presses hard against the wall behind me. I wrap my arms around his neck and nip at his jaw, smirking as he rubs his cock against my seam.
“It was easy. I envisioned what I wanted to happen and the air followed my command.”
“You were a sight, Alexis,” he groans, “a fucking sight.”
Keane angles my body and rams his cock straight into me, seating me back down on him so that I feel him to my very core.
I cry out, sinking my nails into his shoulders as the full of him expand me, my breath coming out in a needy exhale as he pulls out and thrusts back in.
My legs clamp around his waist, gripping him tight, and hold on as he starts fucking me into the wall.
“I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”
His hands grip my ass, holding my body to him and making me take everything he’s ready to give.
This is the Keane that steals glances every time I use Hiro’s summoning, the one who always has a wickedness behind his eyes when I move the air.
I feel that desire with every one of his thrusts, his length pounding into me so hard that I know he’s rewarding me, fucking me in downright approval for my use of magic.
It’s heady and breathtaking and so raw and savage. I can’t get enough.
“You,” he thrusts hard as I moan.
“Are,” another pump and I’m tightening all around him.
“A…”
Ancients, I’m so hot. So fucking hot.
“Fucking…”
Keane’s next pump is so deliberate that his chest collides into mine. “Force.”
I’m whimpering in his hold, my body so heavy that I begin to tremble around him. Keane’s nails rake across my rear as he flexes his length inside me, the base of him rubbing against my center as I roll my hips around him, nearly spasming.
“Don’t stop…”
Keane groans and pulls out, then slams into me again as he hits that perfect angle, lighting my body to pure fire.
“Don’t stop, Keane.”
“As if I could,” he rumbles, starting his rhythm again.
I’m rocked by every single pump of his hips, my back scraping against the wall as his teeth come down on my neck, making me cry out his name. I know my moans are loud, but I can’t seem to care. My body is quite literally dripping for him and craving everything he can provide.
“Fuck, Alexis, you’re so good. So fucking good the way you take me.”
His next thrust reaches so deep that I break down in pure bliss, tightening all around him. Keane groans at the feel, never stopping his thrusts until his own climax joins mine. He falls into my chest, pumping in and out until the spasms of our high finally come down.
I bring my hands up to his head and run my fingers through his hair, rolling my hips over his cock as I feel it throb inside of me.
“Oh trouble,” Keane chuckles against my neck.
I move my hips again and grin breathlessly. “I’ve told you before, but you’ve raised the bar too high, my King. I want to go again.”
I catch his laugh before his lips crash into mine. Our kiss is passionate and hot, both of our bodies moving into the other’s until I think we might actually go at this again.
“Again,” I moan.
My hips roll over his length, my words rewarded with a groan and another thrust that reaches deep within me.
“Fuck, Alexis,” he curses, “how can I say no?”
“Brother,” Desmond’s voice is loud from outside the stables.
My eyes open wide, catching Keane’s immediately.
“Fucking Ancients.”
Keane pulls out slowly and squeezes my ass.
“This isn’t over, trouble,” he whispers.
“Well it needs to be over for now,” Desmond sighs out loud. “Really, you two? Have you seen the mess you made outside?”
I press my head against Keane’s shoulder as the two of us start to laugh.
The state of the courtyard brings everything back to reality once we step outside. Keane stands proud next to me, his shoulders tall and pressed back with a cool look as we assess the damage.
Two large and earthly structures jut hard out of the earth.
The first is closer to us, the barrier wall that Keane summoned to thwart Lady Esme’s departure.
He eyes it quietly before a small grin graces the corners of his lips, his hand flicking to the ground as the earth moves easily back into place.
The second structure is farther away, the circular dome resting strong before the residence doors with the grouping of small white bodies all laying unmoving around it.
I grimace and turn towards the middle of the courtyard, sighing in relief that my toss of the hundreds of birds only knocked the wind out of them. That ground is not nearly as covered in argents there, with the small birds flying away after they regained consciousness.
Keane presses his hand at the small of my back and walks us to the manor. The full of our traveling group is huddled by the entry and waiting for the King’s next move, watching as he pulls the dome of roots and stone back into the ground, taking the dead argents with it.
“Maude?” Keane’s eyes land on the Discerni twins as my heart begins to sink.
Holis bows his head solemnly. “Getting cleaned up. Her family has her body. They mourn privately.”
The King nods and turns his gaze to Alanna. “The Discerni above?”
“Remaining quiet. Though the full of them watched what transpired…”
“I have no doubt,” Keane grimaces before he looks at Desmond and Lord Alexander. “Esme?”
“Waiting for you,” Desmond’s hard voice replies, “she’s with Crisjan now.”
Keane’s hand presses hard against my back again before he looks at the red-headed Ancient in our group. “Heysan, I’d like to request your presence with us.”
“I am yours to command, Your Grace,” the man bows, eyes flicking towards me.
“Get some sleep, all of you. Lord Alexander, are there still rooms available in the residence?”
“Plenty,” the Lord rolls his eyes, angling his head to our crew to follow him.
“Wait,” my own eyes roam across all my friends. “Where’s Nathaniel and his men? The Woodlands girl that was with them?”
Desmond extends his hand in my direction. “Also waiting for you inside.”
I look down at my green agate blade in his fingers and reach for it quietly, nearly forgetting that I had left it in the ankle of the hanging Woodlands Discerni earlier.
Our group splits off, with the brothers, Ancient and I all walking towards the double doors of the residence while the others get situated by Lord Alexander. The argents call from behind the glass atrium when we walk inside, their calming hum their own and not under any magical influence.
“You’ve been used,” I tell them quietly, walking towards their cage, “as have your brothers and sisters.”
One of the argents lets out a beautiful call, flying to the glass as I reach down for the silver handle.
“I’m sorry that I hurt your own…”
I open the case timidly, feeling Stormfall readying himself on my shoulder.
The argents all rush past me and into the massive room, flying towards the large entry doors behind us.
I sigh in relief as they make their way out of the manor and into the night, rejoining the woods that are their true home.
The men all have small smiles on their faces when I turn around, but no one says a thing. Desmond leads us up the staircase and down the hall, stopping in front of a door that has become all too familiar now.