Chapter 32

Chapter

Thirty-Two

CRUX

I watch as Alyx sneaks outside, slipping out of the window as quickly as she climbed in. The bottom of her purple dress is wet—with blood or water, I don’t know, but knowing her, it’s probably blood.

It seems my girl has been busy, but so have I.

I know she has been looking for me. No doubt by now, my Alyx knows I saved her precious little king. She’s smart, and she knows I don’t do anything without cause, so she is probably worried about what I want from him. She should, however, be more worried about what I want from her, and I usually wouldn’t avoid her, but I had important matters to take care of, and one day, she will understand why.

Everything I do is for her.

Besides, a little longing won’t harm her. It’s good she looked for me. It proves she still cares and that after our kiss, she still wants me.

I wait for her, leaning against the wood building where it faces the wall, offering us some privacy. I can’t help but grin when she spots me, her eyes flashing with that fire that drives me crazy. Her back straightens as she marches straight up to me, poking my chest.

“You! Where have you been? I searched for you all night,” she hisses.

My hand drifts out, capturing some stray strands of her fiery hair. She smacks me away, and I sigh. “Missed me, did you?” I ask, not necessarily to avoid the conversation, but because I’m genuinely curious.

“You wish. I mean it, Crux. Where were you?” Her arms fold over her chest, pushing her breasts up until they almost spill from her dress. My mouth goes dry at the sight, and the same desire I always feel when she is near, or even mentioned, pumps through my veins.

I wonder if she would be scared if she knew how much I craved her and all the dirty, depraved things I imagine doing to her even now, when she is standing here in her princess dress, looking divine and untouchable.

I like the leathers, but there is something about dresses that drives me equally crazy. I want to rip them, stain them, hike them up, and feel the skirts wrapped around me as I pound into her tight body. It’s the image that keeps flashing through my brain, even as her lips twist in anger.

“I mean it though. Did you miss me?” I ask seriously.

I watch her throat bob as she swallows, something in her softening as she searches my gaze. “Crux,” she murmurs. It’s just my name, but I am lost. I would give her anything.

“Hunting,” I growl, offering some truth. I don’t tell her who or what. She doesn’t need to know yet, but Alyx should understand that everything I do is for her.

I push from the wall, and our positions change quickly as her back hits the building and I lean closer.

Despite it, she doesn’t back down, tilting her head up in defiance. “Leave the king alone, Crux.”

“Hmm.” I just continue to stare, unable to do anything else.

She’s just so fucking magnificent. Her anger drives me wild, and I wish she would unleash it across me.

“I mean it, Crux. Do not make me your enemy,” she warns, her eyes flashing with a fury so beautiful, it renders me speechless for a moment.

Stepping closer, I tip her chin up so her gaze stays on mine. “You could never be.”

For a moment, we just stare until I can’t take it anymore. I’ve missed her. It’s been a day, but I’ve missed her so fucking much, and after finally kissing the woman I’ve been in love with for years, I can’t seem to stop thinking about it, so I take a chance. She might kill me, but it would be worth it.

Her anger morphs to desire as I slam her back into the wall, placing one hand near her head and the other on her side, and then I crush my lips to hers. My tongue tangles with hers in a battle of wills, both of us fighting for the upper hand.

Alyx is and always has been my weakness, and I let that show as I devour her. Her sweet taste drives me crazy, and my cock is so hard beneath my trousers it hurts, jerking with the need to be buried in my girl until she forgets why she’s mad at me.

I feel her muscles bunch and almost grin against her lips, knowing what she is planning.

Groaning, I block the hand that comes up to stab me, sending the dagger spiralling away. Her frustration is evident, and she changes her plan of attack from stabbing me to making me surrender. Her lips harden, feasting on mine, and her hands grip my body.

If only she knew I had already surrendered everything to her all those years ago.

My mind, body, and soul are all hers.

She could force me to my knees and have me wait there for years just for another taste of her and I would, but here she is, kissing me back, and the fire I’ve tried to tame overtakes me. I cannot hold back. I need her to know how much I want her. I need to know she wants me too.

It’s selfish and greedy, but it doesn’t stop me from hiking her dress up and slipping my hand into her underwear. I swallow her gasp, feeling her body shudder against mine. We are crossing a line, but I don’t care. I want her too much to stop. I need her too much. She might always win the war against me, but I will win this battle.

“Crux,” she whispers, trying to pull away. She turns her head, my lips sliding across her cheek to her neck. She moans in my ear, and I feel the hot flesh of her clit throb in my palm. She’s so hot and wet for me as I keep my hand pressed against her centre, letting her decide. Her legs part, and it’s all the permission I need.

That last shred of control leaves me as I push them wider, lifting her skirts as I kiss her once more. She’s so soft, so hot, that I can’t help parting her pussy lips and stroking my fingers across her to trace every inch. I know I should move slowly and be soft, but I can’t with her—not when she bites down on my lower lip, urging me on.

Alyx doesn’t need my protection, not right now.

Sucking on her lower lip in retaliation, I press my thumb to her throbbing bundle of nerves, feeling her jerk as she moans. Satisfaction and pride fill me as I watch her, playing her body and wanting every drop of her pleasure.

I need it more than I need my next breath.

Rubbing her clit in slow circles, I work out what she likes, and when she cries out, I know she’s lost. Leaving her pretty clit, I slide my fingers lower, circling her tight, little hole as her eyes open, clashing with mine, burning bright with desire.

“Crux.” She pants my name, and it goes straight to my pounding heart and leaking cock.

Locking my eyes on hers, I slip two fingers inside her, forcing them deep. She lifts up, trying to escape me, but I press my other hand against her hip, pulling her close and slamming her down onto them.

There will be no escape from me. She needs to know that.

Whimpering, she grips my shoulders as I curl my fingers inside her, stroking those nerves that have her eyes sliding shut again, whimpers falling from her lips. When I add a third, stretching her channel around my scarred digits, she cries out so loudly, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone heard, and that thought only makes me wilder.

I grind my hand into her clit as I pull my fingers free and thrust them back in, showing her exactly how I plan to fuck her, and I will. Alyx will be mine.

The sound of footsteps reaches us, and she panics, trying to push me away, but I push her back, pinning her as I fuck her with my fingers. The footsteps stop in front of the building, and there’s a mumble of voices and then rattling doors.

“Crux,” she warns, breathing heavily, her chest heaving. Leaning down, I lick across her breasts before rolling my eyes up to hers.

“Don’t tell me to stop. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I need to feel you come so I can survive the rest of the day while I am not at your side,” I admit, my voice rough, and she clenches around my fingers, making me groan. “Fuck, you feel so good, so hot, so wet . . . It’s all I’ll think about today. Someone could sneak up on us right now and sink a blade into my heart and I still wouldn’t stop. They would have to pry my dead body from yours.”

Her breath hiccups, and she pulls me closer, her lips meeting mine again as I grind my palm into her clit. Her channel flutters around me, letting me know she’s close, but I want to drag this out for eternity. I want to be locked in her body forever.

We hear the guards breaking in the doors of the bathhouse we’re behind, but we don’t care. The splitting of wood and confusion in their voices reach us. Still, I don’t stop, and she doesn’t ask me to. She rolls her hips, grinding her cunt into my palm, all while letting out little mewls that drive me crazy.

“Shh or they’ll find us,” I warn as she whimpers, her channel clenching on my fingers. “Alyx, if they come back here, I’m going to kill them for interrupting something I have dreamed about for years.”

My threat does nothing but spur her on, so I grab a blade and force the flat edge between her teeth.

“Bite down and stay silent.” I demand. “Because I have no plans to stop until I feel you come around my fingers.”

She nods, biting into the blade as she muffles her moans. We hear splashing and yells, but neither of us stop. My fingers are buried deep inside her, stroking that tight, wet heat until her eyes roll back in her head and a muffled scream emerges from her throat as she finds her pleasure.

I feel her tight channel clamp around my fingers as her cream drips from her, her legs shaking as she comes.

I drink in every inch of her release, memorizing it. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful, and I know I could die a happy man right now.

She finally slumps back into the wood building, and I slide my fingers free of her channel as she watches me with a bewildered look.

I have to force myself to step back, leaving her there. She looks more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her, and it makes it difficult to breathe. For a moment, I allow myself to be weak and throw down the flag in a truce.

Licking my fingers, I groan at the taste of her cream. It’s so sweet, my teeth ache, and I know I’ll never taste anything as incredible ever again. Her eyes flash with want as she watches me, and it takes every inch of my strength not to throw her to the ground and have my wicked way with her.

“I do like fighting with you, Alyx, even if you’re not my enemy,” I admit, and her mouth parts slightly. “It’s so . . . sweet,” I murmur as I suck my fingers before grinning. “Your king is safe . . . for now.”

I disappear before I make her mine for all to see, just as yells emerge from the building about a body being found.

I cannot help but chuckle. Busy indeed.