Kjeld agreed. “Aye, one that is used fairly often, to be sure.”
She moved toward the shelves, running her fingers along the spines of glossy, archaic books. Bending down, she tried to read a few of the titles, but the markings and letters were illegible. “I think they’re all in Druidic.”
“Druids love knowledge, their existence is steeped in legend and lore.” He inspected the shelves and skimmed the spines. “It’s interesting, though, if these are indeed stories. Most of them are written. Usually they prefer oral.”
Kjeld realized all too late the innuendo of his words. Caelian coughed lightly, covering a smile, and he felt a rise of heat crawl up his neck. Roughing a hand over his face to disguise his mortification, he rounded the corner of the desk, examining it carefully. There were three drawers on both sides, and when he dropped into the chair, it groaned beneath his weight.
Caelian joined him, reaching for the handles of one of the drawers. “Do you think Morwyn would mind terribly if I had a look?”
Kjeld considered her request. The Druid queen hadn’t specifically told them not to touch anything, and she had mentioned they would find everything they need. “I don’t see the harm in it, as long as you’re careful not to disturb anything.”
“Of course,” she huffed. “I’m always careful.”
Caelian knelt on the ground beside him, opening the top drawer first, and Kjeld set to work, penning a letter to Ariesian.
Lord Starstorm,
As requested, Lady Caelian and I traveled to Brackroth and met the witch queen. I feel I should warn you, while she appears willing to remain at peace with Aeramere, she is the daughter of Zaleria and King Marius Kalstrand, both slain by your sister, Creslyn. Her name is Viktoria Kalstrand, and she is an incredibly powerful witch. While I would consider her an ally now, I would still take care, for she is also in allegiance with Elder Lothaire, a fae vampire.
While this was not part of my arrangement with you, Lady Caelian and I have also ventured to Wenfyre. There is much yet to uncover here, but we have cause for concern regarding what happened in the Moonfall Peaks before we left.
Kjeld was careful not to mention Queen Elowyn by name, just in case. He figured caution was of the utmost priority.
If all fares well, we will return to Aeramere at the end of Midsummer, unless there is reason for us to come back sooner.
He dipped the tip of the quill back into the jar of ink when he felt Caelian’s hand upon his leg.
Glancing down, he saw her gazing up at him. “Have you found something?”
“Just some letters.” She rose to her knees, sandwiching herself between the desk and his open thighs. “But there is something I’ve been wanting to try.”
His brows knitted together. “Is that so?”
She nodded quickly, her fingers skating up his thighs. With only the spun cotton of his pants between them, she reached for his cock, squeezing gently.
Kjeld snapped straight, almost spilling the inkpot all over the letter. “Caelian…”
“I want to watch it grow.” She shook her head, smothering a laugh. “I mean harden. I want to see the effect my touch has on you in real time.”
Working her bottom lip, she unfastened every button. “And then I very much want to take you in my mouth.”
She wouldn’t have to wait long. At this point, it wasn’t even her touch that made him hard, it was her words. Molten lust fired through him, and Caelian’s eyes widened as his cock lengthened and swelled, tripling in size.
“But…” She glanced up at him, her mouth falling open. His cock twitched at the sight. “But I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Kjeld snared her chin, tilting her beautiful face up to him. “Sometimes, Starweaver, your words are far more powerful than your touch.”
Her cheeks colored, a soft blush this time, and when she licked her lips, he stifled a groan.
“You know you don’t have to do this.” He grabbed the arms of the chair, clenching his fists around them until he thought the wood would snap.
“I know. But your tongue is a thing of wicked magic, and I would like to hope mine is as well.” Then she licked his cock, from the base to the tip, and his eyes rolled to the beams above them.
“Do you like that?” Her voice was soft and sweet, laced with innocent curiosity.
“Yes.” He scraped the word out in a coarse whisper.
She hummed a little. “What about this?”
