“It will,” I nod, thinking of Isham finally getting to see Stormfall tonight, “how long are the Leviathans here for?”
“A few more days,” Keane glances down to me, “then Lord Daniel and Barnes will escort them back. My father will provide a few Knowledge summoners and soldiers to join their travel as well.”
“Do I have to play nice tonight?” I ask genuinely, completely out of my depth when it comes to politics and their conversations, “if we indeed have to make the travel to Livyatan sometime in the future, then it would make sense for me to remain on Prince Isham’s good side, right?”
Keane smirks at my question and nips down on my neck.
“I’m asking seriously, Keane,” I pull away, “this isn’t something I know much about.”
The Prince narrows his playful brown eyes and brings a hand up to cup my breast. He gives it a rough squeeze through my shirt and pushes his other hand down my pants more fully, smirking at the moan that tries to escape my lips.
“Keane.”
He chuckles and gives my nipple a soft tug.
“There is no point in openly antagonizing the Prince,” he replies with a grin, fingers sliding down farther as I hold my breath, “but no, Alexis, you do not need to playnice.I also do not like dealing in the grey. There should be no false pretenses when it comes to the Leviathans tonight. We do not care for them.”
I inhale and swiftly close my legs to him, my gaze darting to the quiet Willow and emptiness around us. Millie and Ash are still grazing from afar, but there are no other signs of anyone else, no families or casual walkers who usually take the trip here.
“Tell me what you saw,” Keane demands as he gently pulls my legs apart, “tell me what you saw last night at court.”
“You know,” I bite my lip.
“I want to hear the words from your mouth.”
My hips tilt up for his hand, wanting to feel his strong possession on me before we head back to Bardot and into the staring eyes of the castle. Keane presses a grin into my neck and sucks just under my ear, the small movement causing me to jolt in anticipation as his fingers slide down my clit.
“It was a beautiful night,” I breathe out, closing my eyes, “but it also wasn’t.”
Keane nods against my neck and gives me another small nip.
“And…” he prompts, moving his fingers back up to my clit.
“And I saw a court with such clear distinction set between Discerni and humans,” I bring a hand up to the back of his head and run my fingers through his hair, “there was no animosity, but there was no open comradery. It was no longer normal, Keane.”
Keane groans into my neck, liking the new realization in me. I fist his hair and press his lips more forcefully into my skin, demanding that he understand just how deep my understanding goes. My body heats just thinking of him and his home, and I know now, after last night, that I will never truly appreciate the Court of Knowledge as I once did.
“You want it,” he rumbles in my ear.
“I do,” I reply breathlessly, “I want Warrior for the full of our Kingdom. We deserve it.Discedeserves it.”
Keane groans and swiftly drops two fingers to my entry, plunging inside without warning.
“We’re equals,” I moan, hips grinding into his hand, “humans and Discerni.”
“We are,” he replies.
His voice is hoarse and dripping with desire, his fingers pulling back out and then pumping back in. He drops his hand from my breast and begins working my clit, his heated lips searing on my neck as they leave a bruise for all of Bardot to see.
A crack in the branches above has me opening my eyes on another moan, my glance looking around the Willow as Keane starts an aggressive rhythm. His fingers relentlessly thrust in and out as he groans praises of my realization, his movements possessive and rewarding my body in only the way he can. He smirks when my moans grow louder, his lips nipping down my neck and forcing my head to look above. I watch as Stormfall spreads his wings on a branch from afar, his yellow eyes catching my hooded gaze before his eyes flash a molten gold.
“Fuck!”
I cry out with Keane’s next thrust and reach behind me, my fingers fumbling on his waistband in absolute need. Keane curls his fingers and reaches for that sweet spot he knows all too well, my own hand reaching down to pull him away even though it’s the last thing I want. My eyes stay locked on Hiro’s as Keane doesn’t heed my call, instead taking his time to pull out and then pump back in. The moan that falls from my lips is full of sensual need, and I know that if I don’t stop this now, there will be no Shadow Oak.
“Keane,” I cry his name softly just as his thumb presses against my clit. My hand finds his cock and begins stroking to his rhythm, both of our bodies melding into the other as Hirovale continues to look on.
Ancients,I need this man.
