“Fucking Caelum,” Rylan hisses in a way that makes me break out into loud giggles.
He glares at me and covers my mouth with his hand. “Be quiet, do you want him to know you’re in here?”
I don’t say anything, just lift my hips as I squeeze myself as tightly as I can around him.
His eyes flare, almost catching fire.
“Fucking minx. Oh, you want to play?” The tone of his voice is deliciously threatening. “Okay, we can play. Just remember, you asked for this, disciple.” With strength he’s conjured from the gods, he slides his hands under my back and lifts me up, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. Walking me over to the door, he lowers me to the ground and spins me around. “Hands against the wall.”
“Rylan! He’s just on the other side of the door.”
His hand tangles in my hair as he yanks my head back, pulling my ass back and drives himself deep inside me making me gasp. “I said, hands against the wall.”
Breathless, I obey, lifting my hands to brace as he starts to fuck me so deep I can barely stand. The sound of him ramming hard, deep, is so erotic, I can barely remember my own name. Murmuring sweet, dirty words, he pulls the entire length of his delicious cock out and then slams it back into me, over and over until all I see is stars.
Caelum knocks again. “Eira? Can I get you anything?”
“Go on, answer him, disciple,” he growls, his mouth biting down on my neck, the pain so delicious, my nipples harden into little peaks.
He’s kidding. “Ryla—”
“You want to see what else I’ll make you do if you disobey me?” He slams forward again, impaling me onto his hardness, his hand reaching around to circle my clit. “Now, answer my dear cousin.”
I bite down hard on my bottom lip, swallowing a moanbefore I try to obey. “C-Caelum. I’m… er, I’m having a bath. What can I do for you?”
There’s the sound of a tray being moved on the other side of the door. “Oh, a bath you say? Do you need company?”
Rylan growls, his hand tangling deeper in my hair as he takes out his possessiveness on my body.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to focus on the words. “Ha, funny. I’ll come find you l-la—ohhhhh gods—later. Okay?” My head falls forward to rest on the wall as my legs threaten to buckle under me, each thrust pushing me perilously close to the edge.
Rylan leans over, whispering in my ear darkly before biting down on my shoulder. “No. You fuckingwon’t.You’reallmine tonight, do you hear me? This sweet, delicious pussy is all mine. And I’m going to punish this gorgeous, decadent body for teasing me and making me miss you so badly I could barely function all week.”
“Do you want me to get rid of him or not?” I squeeze on him and he hisses, making me grin at the little bit of revenge I’m getting.
“You’re right,” Rylan says, a dangerous edge to his voice. “Let’s get rid of him once and for all.”
“Wha—?”
Before I can stop him, he reaches over and yanks the door open, giving Caelum a clear shot of him buried deep inside me. I could fucking curl up and die. He grabs my hips and pulls me back onto his cock and I have no choice but to moan. “Sorry, Cousin. Eirabella is busy right now. She’ll find you tomorrow. If she can walk. Now kindly, fuck off. I’m teaching my disciple a lesson she’s never going to forget.”
There’s the sound of the tray clattering to the floor, and then Rylan slams the door shut.
“You are fucking mad!” I shout.
He drags his tongue up my spine, then bites down hard on my shoulder as he rams into me. “Yes, and that should stop him constantly coming to interrupt us.” Then his hands grip around my throat, pulling my face to his as he slams over and over, ever deeper into me. “But nothing is going to stop you coming on my cock. Which you’re going to do… right now.”
Dear Janus,
I can't even believe I am writing these words, but… I made it into the final round of the Keeper trial. I survived (just, but… let's not go into such detail) and I prevailed. I can't tell you how or even why. But it happened. As well as so many other things that I can't even start to talk about in a letter.
Life here is getting harder and easier at the same time. I ate a whole plate of roasted boar last night. But I couldn't really enjoy it, thinking about how much you would've enjoyed it, how we would've fought over the ribs, how it would've lasted us for days. I miss sharing meals with you. I miss sharing cups of tea with you. I miss hearing Kahlia play in the next room. I miss just knowing that you're okay.
I don't know where you are and what you're doing, but if you can, please, please, take a moment just to tell me that you're okay. You and Kahlia both. Don't make me threaten you with my hot hands at you.
The final Keeper trial will be in a few months.
And… I'm scared.
