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The second Lysandra asks the question that makes everyone go still, Aelin knows in her body that this won’t be a normal night. Her heart speeds up with the plans already forming in her head yet she forces her body to move and sips her glass of wine, praying that everything about the change in her posture goes unnoticed by all the fae eyes watching her carefully. Lorcan eyes her silently, as if his eyes could possible read all the thoughts running around her head - Aelin isn’t really sure they can’t -, Dorian has most coincidentally found the buttons of his shirt remarkably interesting and Fenrys looks away, hiding his smirk as he pulls a few grapes from the table in front of him and pops them into his mouth. Aelin slowly looks over her shoulder only to find Rowan already studying her, probably aware of how her heartbeat quickened and how her breath hitched. He simply raises his eyebrow, as if daring her to answer.
Aelin swallows and Rowan eyes her throat at the movement. No, she thinks, this won’t be a normal night at all.
“You always make the most uncomfortable questions when you drink wine.” Aedion sighs from where he’s lying on Lysandra’s lap.
“Aelin has never been one to shy away from my questions, let alone the uncomfortable ones.” She giggles softly, grabbing the bottle of wine away from Dorian and filling her own empty glass. Dorian rolls his eyes but doesn’t hide the smile on his lips.
Aelin sure never was one to hide away from a challenge, but the anticipation of what she wants is making her shift in her seat, completely aware that Rowan is following her every moment. Aelin feels her cheeks heat up, but she chooses to blame it on the alcohol. Yes, it’s most definitely the alcohol’s fault.
“Besides, I’ve answered, I don’t see what the big deal is.” Lysandra points out, pulling Aelin away from her own sinful thoughts.
“You did answer, and I would like to forget it happened.” Aedion mumbles, earning a laugh from the males on his left. Lorcan and Fenrys do nothing to hide their amusement, though Aelin is sure if Elide was here, Lorcan wouldn’t be feeling the same way.
“I don’t get why you complain, Aedion,” Lorcan says, his voice low as he shoots Lysandra a smirk. “It did great things for my ego.” Aelin swears Lysandra goes a shade darker, but the way Aedion mumbles angrily under his breath makes Lysandra give him a sweet peck before whispering something to his ear. Aedion’s eyes snap open and Aelin chuckles as Lysandra leans back against the couch’s leg, an amused look on her face.
“So, Aelin,” Lysandra challenges her. “Who’s the most attractive male in your court?” Aelin doesn’t miss the millisecond where Lysandra looks at Rowan, teasing obvious on her eyes. Aelin isn’t sure it will work. She’s not even sure Rowan wouldn’t be the kind to take things way further than what she intended. She still doesn't back down.
“I think it’s quite obvious,” Aelin forces out, her voice way steadier than how she feels. Lysandra raises her eyebrows at her and Aelin knows all the males are now looking at her. All the males but Rowan, who, from her peripheral vision, Aelin sees is drinking his beer with a small smirk on his face, as if he knows her answer. His smug look is enough to fuel her wicked plan.
She has long known how much pleasure it gives her to surprise Rowan; to see his eyes bright when he finally sees the missing pieces, the kiss that usually follows, filled with love and admiration and the things that follow said kisses, that make her knees weak just thinking about them. If she wasn’t sitting, she’s sure she would’ve fallen to her knees at the mere thought of it.
But Aelin knows that’s not what’s in store for tonight though, not when she finally answers, and Rowan goes completely still by her left.
“Fenrys.” Aelin shrugs innocently. She doesn’t need to look over her shoulder this time to know that got Rowan’s attention.
She purposely avoids her mate’s flaming gaze and flicks her eyes to the blond who ends up choking on a grape he had just threw into his mouth. Lorcan only looks at Rowan and chuckles a breathy laugh, swirling the ice and the liquor around his cup -- as if he now really understood what Aelin was doing. She feels her heart race and her body is suddenly burning; from her confession, from the fireplace’s heat or from Rowan’s burning glare, she doesn’t know – even though she does have her suspicions. She is glad that the only source of light is the fireplace to Dorian’s right and that the others can’t really see just how red her face is.
“Wouldn’t really say that’s obvious.” Dorian narrows his blue eyes at both Aelin and Rowan, as if trying to understand if there’s some kind of unresolved conflict going on between the two. He quickly drops his attention when the question is thrown at him. He quickly replies something about Manon and witches, but all is lost on Aelin as she finally flickers her eyes at her mate.
His green eyes haven’t left her, she assumes, since she said Fenrys’ name, but she doesn’t falter as she holds his stare. The emotions she sees in are enough to make her want to throw all her friends out of the door, but she holds her ground, throwing a smirk his way.
You’re mine, Aelin Galathynius, she remembers him telling her. Well, now you can show me, Rowan Whitethorn.
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Aelin barely has time to close the door of their chamber before she is slammed against the wall and Rowan’s lips find her own. There is nothing gentle about the way he kisses her, ravishing her until she is sure she’s getting more than what she bargained for. His kiss is frantic, wet and sloppy and her fingers quickly find his soft, thin hair and tugs on it, making him gasp. Rowan quickly takes his shirt off -- patience has never been his strong suit when it came to fucking Aelin. She can’t help the smug smirk that crosses her face.
There is nothing gentle about the way he grabs her hips and presses them against his own, now trailing wet kisses along her neck. She feels him rock-hard against her core and her skin prickles with anticipation. When she tries to grind against his hips, his hands hold her so still, she’s sure she’ll be bruised by tomorrow morning. Not that she minds, but the lack of friction is driving her insane. Rowan drags his teeth against that sweet, sweet spot under her ear, making her release a breathy moan.
“Tell me, Aelin,” Rowan growls, his voice dark and full of need. “Do you enjoy making me jealous?” His teeth graze her earlobe, making her jump in shock, a surprised moan coming out of her. His hot breath is making her heart race even more, the eagerness of wanting him to touch her nearly sending her off the edge.
So, it did work, Aelin can’t help but grin smugly.
Aelin opens her mouth to reply, to tease him just a bit more but is cut short when she feels Rowan’s hands pulling her up, her own legs looking around his hips as one of his hands starts trailing up her thighs, moving higher and higher at each beat of her heart. As soon as Rowan starts sucking the soft skin on her neck, it’s like all rational thought crashes under where he’s holding her against the damn wall.
Rowan’s hands reach the bottom of her pyjama shorts, and a shiver curses through her entire body.
“Do you think I do not see right through you, fireheart?” the way he rolls the rs, the vibrations of his voice enough to make her neck tingle. There is no sweetness in his voice, only possessiveness and…something else. Something she cannot quite place.
Aelin’s breath hitches as Rowan’s right-hand slips under her shorts, tugging her underwear to the side. She hadn’t realised she was holding her breath until he swipes his fingers against her core. Rowan groans and curses under his breath, surprised at just how ready Aelin is for him.
“I wonder what makes you so wet, Aelin,” Rowan’s free hand trails her shoulders, the neckline of her cotton shirt, and his fingers continue stroking at a delicious pace. She mumbles an incoherent response, and Rowan kisses her jaw, his tongue teasing. “Is it this,” he asks, adding pressure and quickening the rhythm under her shorts. Aelin catches her breath and whimpers under his touch, making him chuckle darkly against her wet skin. “Or is it the idea of me fucking you like the little slut you are? Hm?” He asks. Aelin gasps at his words and her eyes shoot open. He is staring at her, a wicked smirk on his lips. His eyes are blown with lust, more onyx than their usual pine-green shade. The look he shoots her is enough to make her knees buckle. If Rowan hadn’t Aelin pinned in between his body and the wall, she is sure she would’ve fallen by now.
Rowan changes the pace of his fingers, circling faster, changing the pressure on her core and Aelin seems to forget herself once again, reaching for his back, her nails finding purchase against his skin. “I asked you a question, Aelin.” He stops his motions, and Aelin snaps her eyes open at the loss of friction. His teeth graze the skin where her neck meets her shoulders, making her skin tingle.
“Yes.” She breathes, making him chuckle. The low sound makes her instinctively close her legs, but Rowan is faster, and a knee is quickly set in between them. Aelin glares at Rowan, a list of insults lining up at the pent-up frustration growing on her lower abdomen.
“It wasn’t a yes or no question, love.” He whispers, but his fingers start working again, now in a much slower, torturous pace. She pushes her fingers harder into his back, silently begging him to go faster. Aelin bucks her hips towards his fingers at the same time Rowan snaps Aelin’s blouse open with his free hand, buttons flying across the chamber. Aelin’s skin prickles at the cold air, but Rowan’s warm hand quickly makes its way now to her breast, his fingers playing and teasing her sensitive skin.
If he doesn’t start fucking her anytime soon, Aelin is sure she will die from alone.
Rowan dips one finger past her folds and it’s all it takes to make Aelin whimper and surrender completely to him. His fingers curl deliciously inside of her and Aelin is sure the entire room slips away from where she’s pinned against the wall. It’s hard to think beyond the ache in her core, craving him in a way only Rowan knows how to please. Aelin gasps, dropping her head against Rowan’s shoulders as he quickens the pace of his fingers. She bites his skin, trying to muffle the needy desperate sounds coming out of her but Rowan pinches her nipple, making her drop her head back against the wall as a moan slips past her lips. She looks at Rowan through hooded eyes and shivers at the smirk playing across his lips.
Buzzard.
“None of that, fireheart.” He snarls, dropping his tongue to circle her nipple, his eyes never leaving her own. Aelin feels like she is about to leave her own body. “I want to hear every sound I drag out of you.” He bites her skin with enough strength to make her moan in both pain and pleasure. Her entire body is begging her to drag Rowan to bed and have her way with him, but she knows that after her not-so-innocent reply to Lysandra’s question, he is sure to tease her until she is begging him. Aelin shakes off her blouse, the fabric falling at their feet.
Rowan is knuckle-deep inside of her, and Aelin can’t help but grind against his hand. This time, with his mouth busy around her nipple, his free hand holds her hips in place, adding one extra finger instead. Aelin can’t help the moan that bursts past her. Her hands force Rowan closer, her nails surely leaving red marks, and her own mouth starts exploring his chest, sucking, licking and biting. Rowan groans, the sound so exotic it makes her moan again.
“Say my name, Aelin.” He orders her. Aelin is way beyond rational thinking, but her heart speeds at the request.
She had to make him jealous more often.
Aelin bit his nipple, making Rowan fasten his place, his thumb stroking her clit in a delightful motion. “Say my name when I make you come, Aelin.” He groans and Aelin can’t help but smirk. Her smugness quickly fades away when Rowan swirls his digits in a diabolical way, making her clench against his fingers. She has to bite her own tongue to stop the mewled ‘Rowan’ about to leave her lips.
However, there’s nothing she can do when his long fingers curl inside of her, thrusting over and over again, quickening the pace. There’s absolutely nothing she can do when his godsdamned fingers send her over the edge, the wild ecstasy from her release making her see stars. Rowan holds Aelin as she withers against him, his pace slowing but never stopping.
“You haven’t said my name yet, fireheart.” Rowan murmurs against her neck.
“Fuck,” Aelin cries out, spasming against his hand, still ridding the ends of her blissful orgasm.
“You want more, Aelin?” She opens her eyes as he purrs her name, meeting his lust-ridden gaze. His hips buckle against her legs when their eyes meet, making him curse under his breath. His fingers keep their lazy rhythm, Aelin hyper aware of every stroke inside of her. The thought alone is enough to send her the edge, but she holds onto his neck, kissing him like she’d wanted to ever since they returned to their chambers. “If you want to come again, love, you’re going to have to say the magic word.” He says before sucking on the sensitive skin of her neck, quickening his fingers’ pace once again.
Aelin can barely breathe, open her eyes, or even talk. She is far too sensitive to come again, but she feels the increasing heat spreading from her core to her entire body, her toes curling at the amazing feeling of his fingers stretching her open over and over again.
Even though Rowan has quickened his pace, Aelin wants more, her body begging her to surrender, to give him what he wants but her pride is too foolishly involved, even when she’s spread open for him.
“Tell me who makes you feel good, baby.” Aelin was sure it was impossible to get even more aroused, but the way his voice drops an octave is enough to make her slick with lust all over again.
He adds a third finger and Aelin cries out at the new sensation. She will never get used to how he makes her feel completely lost to the world, focused on only him. How the push of his fingers inside her is enough to make her completely forget everything around her. He drags his canines down her neck, going up and biting her earlobe. Aelin is drowning in him, her breath ragged and his scent all over her. "Tell me who makes you this wet. Tell me who’s cock you want to take, baby.” He grunts, his fingers never stopping.
“Y-yours.” Rowan grumbles against Aelin’s neck.
“My name, Aelin, I want to hear my name leave that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Please.” Aelin begs, whimpering as her legs start shaking from the intense pleasure taking over her. Fuck, he’s going to be the death of her. “P-Please.”
“Say my fucking name.” Rowan quickens his pace, the rhythm punishing, as his thumb flicks her clit. The sounds of his fingers moving inside her are obscene, the desire growing inside Aelin until she is quivering with desire.
“Rowan!” She cries out, her vision cloudy. “Rowan, fuck.” She claws at his back, and Rowan groans as he feels Aelin clench against his fingers. Aelin is aching with euphoria, her entire body feeling flushed against his hot body. She can barely think beyond the blissful sensation taking over her core, beyond Rowan’s tongue licking her neck, beyond the trail of wet kisses he leaves until he reaches her breasts, taking them into his mouth. Aelin can’t hold as she moans and squirms under his tongue.
“Good girl.” He murmurs as he gently nibbles her skin, leaving goosebumps all over her chest as he then presses wet kisses up her chest, her shoulders, her neck, and finally her lips. “You’re such a good girl for me, sweetheart.” Aelin whimpers against his lips at the words mumbled against her lips. She watches him through weighted eyes as Rowan removes his fingers from inside of her, slowly, wickedly. His free hand doesn’t let go of her hip, not even as he looks into her eyes and slowly, oh so slowly, sucks his fingers clean.
That sight alone is enough to make Aelin tumble over the edge all over again.
“Can you stand?”
Aelin is thoroughly fucked, her legs still shaking but she still unhooks them from behind Rowan. She nearly falls but Rowan grabs her again, pressing him against him, kissing her deeply, sweetly, so at odds with the wicked way he just fucked her with his fingers.
“Stubborn, wicked fireheart.” He mumbles against her lips as he takes her into the bed. Aelin can feel his cock pressing into her core and she is as sensitive as she is needy.
Aelin is sure she will die if he keeps going but is sure to be dead if he leaves her be.
She sighs happily as Rowan lays her gently on the bed, holding her hands and pinning them behind her head as he intertwines their fingers. He uses one hand to pin her down as the other finally discards her shorts and underwear far away from them. Rowan smirks as he leans in and kisses Aelin, his lips soft and demanding. Pressing a thumb to her jaw, Aelin opens obediently -- she easily gives in, letting him ravish her completely. She moans as she tastes herself on his tongue and hooks his legs around him, pulling him closer to her. Rowan groans as if fighting himself and stops, cursing to himself as he pulls away from Aelin, who only pouts at the loss of contact.
“Let me look at you.” His voice is lower than before, and Aelin tries not to squirm under his heated look. He presses his knees in between her legs, making her spread her legs wider apart. Aelin breathes softly, anticipating his touch against her core. “Do you know how beautiful you look, Aelin? Splayed out and ready for me?” He grumbles, taking her body in. As Rowan starts taking his pants off, Aelin feels a cold breeze against his nipples and neck, her body going taught in anticipation. The breeze moves swiftly around her until it pins her hands in place and she faintly hears the sound of fabric and metal falling on the floor.
“Rowan, please.” She whines, a bratty tone to her voice. “Please.”
“Please what, fireheart? Use your words.” He smirks and the breeze around her hands pulls on her, making her gasp.
“Touch me Rowan, please.” She moans, and Rowan licks his lips in such a wicked way it makes Aelin whimper. He crawls over her, his mouth closing around her nipple, his tongue flicking it.
“I’m touching you, fireheart.” He murmurs and leaves a trail of wet kisses as he makes his way to her other peak. “Is that all, baby?”
“I-It’s not- Rowan, fuck.” She gasps as he swirls his tongue around her nipple. “It’s not enough, Rowan. Please.”
“Tell me what you need, Aelin.” Rowan looks at her from under his lashes as he devours her tits, a smirk playing on his lips. Aelin tries to fight the restraint keeping her from touching her mate, but it’s useless. Rowan chuckles as he realizes her struggle but says and does nothing to help her.
“Rowan, I want you inside me.” She grunts angrily and Rowan chuckles.
“Will you be good for me again?” He asks, standing on his knees as he discards his underwear. Aelin’s eyes widen as she starts getting even more impatient at his slowness. “Will you come around my cock, baby?”
“Yes.” She grumbles. Rowan grips his cock on his right hand, gently stroking it as he stares into his eyes. Aelin is sure her eyes are burning with desire. He holds his shaft as he aligns it with Aelin’s core, his eyes never leaving hers. He coats his cock in Aelin’s wet core and they both whimper and the contact.
“Fuck Aelin, you’re so wet.” Rowan groans as his presses his cock against her folds once again. He moves forward slightly, his left hand stopping by her head as he holds his weight on it, the other guiding his cock into her pussy. “You’re going to come for me baby, and you’re going to scream my name, is that understood?” He asks, his voice demanding as his cock’s head teases her entrance. Aelin wants to smirk, to tease him but all her strength has left her as soon as he thrusted his cruel fingers inside her.
“Yes, Rowan.” She mewls and Rowan groans as he immediately presses his cock further into her pussy. Aelin’s small body shakes as Rowan buries himself to the hilt. “Oh gods.” Aelin cries out, her back bending slightly as she tries to press her hips closer to him.
“Fuck, fireheart,” Rowan grits out. “You take me so well, baby.” Aelin feels herself clench against Rowan’s cock as he thrusts into her slowly, deeper, and deeper with each thrust. “You’re so good for me, Aelin.” Rowan praises her, her heart beating faster at his words.
“Faster.” She manages to grit out, impatient with his slow pace. Rowan hunches over her, his forehead glistening with sweat as he pounds into her again, and again and again. The sounds of their flesh meeting repeatedly are enough to leave her wanting and begging for more.
Aelin feels the bound on her arms getting looser as if Rowan was losing his focus and she takes advantage of it, pulling him closer into a tight embrace, her lips assaulting his. Rowan slows his pace and she’s quick to take the opportunity to roll them over, making him seated fully inside of her. Aelin moans at the new position, Rowan’s cock hitting that sweet, sweet spot inside of her.
“You want to ride me, baby?” He asks, kissing her breasts as his hands make their way into her ass. He grabs it and pulls her against him, making Aelin grind against him -- they both moan loudly at the sensation. Aelin tries to take back control and pushes her hands into his chest until he is lying on his back, and she’s impaled on his cock.
“Move your hips sweetheart,” He mumbles and Aelin starts slowly bucking her hips towards Rowan. “Y-yeah just like that.” He moans. “You’re so good to me, baby.” He murmurs as he watches her grind on his lap. Aelin mewls at the sensation of him sinking into her and Rowan drops his head back, his hands following the movements of her hips.
Aelin bits her lips, lost at how amazing he feels inside of her but the motion is enough to make Rowan sit up again, kissing her and taking her bottom lip in between his teeth.
The air is hot and heavy, the smell of sweat, snow and pine mixed with jasmine and crackling embers filling the chamber around them.
“I need you to bounce for me, Aelin.” He groans, his face pressed against her breasts, tongue trailing her nipples. Aelin can barely pay attention to what’s being said to her, but that command is enough to make her snap. She grabs his shoulders and lifts her hips and sinks him right in again, the motion quick and delicious. Rowan, not entirely pleased, wraps his arms around her torso, his tongue now dancing across her neck, and bucks his hips to meet her own thrusts. The angle is delicious and they’re both lost to a cacophony of obscene sounds. “Will you come for me, sweetheart?” Rowan asks, his hips rolling wickedly against her pussy.
“Rowan.” She mewls loudly, not being able to suppress the sounds he’s demanding from her. “Oh fuck.” She whines.
“You sound,” thrust, “so fucking beautiful,” he licks the sweat running down her neck “saying my name” thrust “like that.”
Rowan cups her breasts, his fingers playing with her nipples. “Tell me Aelin,” He whispers, heat curling in her core, threatening to explode through her entire body. “Who’s the one fucking you until you forget everyone else?” Her entire body is threatening to collapse at the sheer need to come. “What’s the name you’ll be yelling when you come around me, sweetheart?” He grits out, his thrusts sloppy and punishing. “Who fucks you like the good girl you are, baby?”
“Rowan, f-fuck, Rowan.” She cries out, her head dropping back as Rowan takes over and presses her back against the mattress, pounding into her.
“You feel so good, so fucking good,” All Aelin can think of is how delicious he feels inside of her, spreading her open, both pain and pleasure making her an incoherent mess. Rowan reaches down to her clit, slowly circling it. Aelin feels her stomach clenching, heat emanating from her body until it’s unbearable.
Her entire body shakes as she comes in multiple bursts, screaming Rowan’s name over and over and over. She’s euphoric, her body both aware and completely unaware at the same time. She feels Rowan spill inside her as she clenches down on his cock, but he doesn’t stop thrusting. “So good for me” he praises, his hips slowing down
“Such a good girl.” He mutters, coming into her in one last thrust before collapsing on top of her. He kisses her shoulders, her neck, her cheekbone before pressing a soft kiss into her lips. “You’re mine, Aelin Galathynius.” He growls and Aelin chuckles.
“Possessive Buzzard.”