Page 4 of Fire and Fate
This time, there is less desperation and more certainty. I pour everything I feel into it. Years of longing, of watching her from the shadows, of loving her so fiercely it feels like my heartwill fall apart. She responds with equal intensity, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging slightly, sending sparks racing down my spine.
I walk her backward until her legs hit the edge of her massive bed, and she sits, pulling me down with her. We tumble onto the plush mattress in a tangle of limbs, and I bracket her body with my arms, holding myself above her.
"Are you sure?" I ask, even though saying no now might actually kill me. We haven’t been together since last week, Kaia’s royal duties keeping her occupied until she passes out from exhaustion. I still hold her when I can but I haven’t had her taste on my tongue the way I want to.
"I'm sure." Her eyes are steady on mine, clear and certain despite the tears still clinging to her lashes. "I need you, Sol."
I lower myself slowly, covering her body with mine, the feel of her beneath me almost too much. I bury my face in the curve of her neck, breathing in her scent, jasmine and something sweeter, something uniquely her that makes my wolf whine with longing. A rumble of pleasure runs through me, my wolf begging me to claim this Omega.
"I've got you," I murmur against her skin. "I've always got you."
I trail kisses along her jaw and down her throat, feeling her pulse flutter beneath my lips. She arches into me, a soft sound escaping her that goes straight to my core. My hands roam her sides, learning the dips and curves I've only glimpsed before, mapping her body like sacred territory.
When I reach the hem of her blouse, I pause, giving her one more chance to change her mind. But she just lifts her arms, helping me pull the garment over her head and toss it aside.
The sight of her steals my breath. She's magnificent, all smooth brown skin and gentle curves, her body strong and soft in equal measure. I trace the line of her collarbone with myfingertips, then follow with my mouth, savoring the way she shivers beneath my touch.
"You're so beautiful," I breathe against her skin. "So perfect."
"Sol..." My name is a whimper on her lips, and I intend to give her everything she's asking for.
I take my time, worshipping every inch of her with my hands and mouth. I kiss the hollow of her throat, the swell of her breasts, the soft skin of her belly. Each touch draws new sounds from her—gasps and sighs and breathy moans that make heat pool low in my abdomen.
When I finally touch her where she needs me most, she cries out, her back arching off the bed again. I gently caress her with soothing murmurs, settling between her thighs, my fingers moving with care. I may be inexperienced in this, but I know Kaia, her body language, her tells, and the way her breath catches when something feels good.
Slick coats my fingers as I curl my fingers inside of her, her scent thickening in the air. "That's it," I encourage softly as I work her higher, watching the play of emotions across her face. "Let go, my love. I've got you."
She writhes beneath me, her hands fisting in the sheets, and I'm transfixed by the sight of her coming undone. This fierce, untameable princess who bows to no one is trembling beneath my touch, trusting me with her pleasure.
I add my mouth to my ministrations, and the strangled sound she makes is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, and I grip them gently, holding her steady as I devote myself entirely to her pleasure.
"Sol, I—oh gods—" Her words dissolve into incoherent sounds as I vary my rhythm, paying attention to what makes her gasp and what makes her hips roll helplessly toward me.
When I feel her getting close, I redouble my efforts, determined to give her this. If I can give her nothing else, I cangive her this moment of pure bliss where nothing exists but the two of us.
She comes apart with my name on her lips, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm. I work her through it, easing her down slowly, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as aftershocks ripple through her. When she goes boneless against the sheets, I crawl back up her body and gather her in my arms, still licking her taste off my lips.
Kaia buries her head into my chest, sighing as she sags against me. "I love you," she whispers when she can speak again. "Gods, Sol, I love you so much."
My throat tightens dangerously. "I love you too."
She pulls back enough to look at me, her eyes searching mine. "Then why does that sound like goodbye?"
"Because if things were different," I finally say, carefully picking my words, "I would tell the world that I love you. I would shout it from the castle towers. I would challenge anyone who tried to take you from me. But things are not different. You are a princess. An Omega heir to a kingdom. And I am just a Beta warrior who is lucky enough to be trusted with your safety."
"You are not just anything." She cups my face, forcing me to meet her eyes. "You are everything to me. The only person who sees me, really sees me, and does not try to change what you find."
"And you are everything to me," I reply, letting her see the truth of it in my expression. "Which is why I will not let you sacrifice your future for a love that the world will never accept. You deserve more than stolen moments and hidden affection."
"What if this is what I want?" Her voice softens to barely over a whisper. "What if stolen moments with you are worth more than a lifetime with someone else?"
I do not have an answer for that. Or rather, I have too many answers, none of them adequate. So instead, I just hold her closer, savoring the weight of her in my arms.
"Stay with me tonight," she murmurs sleepily, already drifting toward exhaustion. "Please. Just let me have tonight."
"Of course, princess,” I whisper back to her, refusing to undress and just stay there, holding her against me. Tomorrow, the king will hear Kaia’s proposal and either laugh her out of court or demand an explanation from me as to why I allowed her such an unreasonable idea.
Or he may let her go, hoping she’ll fail just to prove a point.
