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Celaena hated, hated , Wendlyn’s weather. She had been used to the frigid winters of Adarlan and Terrasen and their mildly warm summers. Wendlyn was hell. This past week she had barely been able to not ask Rowan to stop her training; the weather and her fire magic having her on the verge of passing out at least once a day. But she didn’t want to ask for an easy way out, not to Rowan.
Even if she hated the hot weather, she had to admit it had its advantages. Earlier that day after having trained with her for hours on end, ice daggers being thrown at her every few seconds, Rowan had been almost breathless. And Rowan, being the asshole he was during training, always refused for their training to end easily. So, he had them running miles before Celaena could throw herself in her -their- bed.
So, when he told her to get her ass up and start running, it was no surprise. She found that she enjoyed it: running. It was perhaps the moment when she felt the calmest, when it was the easiest to smile. She and Rowan had kept their game going, Celaena trying to catch him as he tried to escape her.
What was surprising was that Rowan slowed down halfway through their usual run and then came to a total stop. Celaena did the same, her lungs burning. “What’s up?”
He said nothing, as usual. Befriending him –or whatever this was between them– just meant he was less of a bastard when he spoke, not that he started singing poetry. He just smirked and made a sign with his head for her to follow him, and she did.
Joy filled her as she saw a small lake, trees gathered all around it as if the forest had tried to protect this safe haven. The water was almost as blue as her eyes, and she could almost hear the birds sing. This place was more magical than anything she had done with her powers.
Rowan, on the other hand, didn’t spend as much time marveling as she did. And when he took off his shirt, the muscles on his back shifted as he threw it on the ground and kneeled before the water. Celaena swallowed, now marveling at something other than the beauty of nature. She felt, more than saw, his power chill the water before his hand dipped in it before he splashed the liquid on his neck.
Celaena had to keep her mouth closed as she saw with more detail than her human vision could have given her the water droplets running down his muscular and scarred back. She didn’t know men–or males, in this case– could be built this way. In all honesty, she had only seen one of them naked (forgetting her years in the Assassin's keep) and she had already been amazed at the way his body looked.
But here… Rowan had nothing on any other men she had seen. Or imagined through her books. Even in the fortress, no male came close to the sight that stood –or kneeled– in front of her. She didn’t know if it was a fae thing to look this handsome or something just proper to Rowan Whitethorn, but Celaena did not complain one bit.
It was just then that as the heat pooled in her core that she remembered Fae had a sharp sense of smell. What if he scented how she felt when he took off his shirt? Gods, it was embarrassing. Two weeks ago he might have called her out on it, just to make her cheek flush, but now that they were cordial with each other… She could imagine him ignoring her scent just for the sake of property.
Before she could even say anything, Rowan stood and said, “I'm going to check out the area, we're camping here tonight. If you want to bathe, now is the time.”
She frowned, ignoring his bare torso as he walked closer to her, “We’re not going back to Mistward?”
He shook his head, “I have a place to show you and I don’t feel like running forty more miles today.”
Celaena kept her eyes on the trees as he walked past her, her Fae sense causing her to be hyper-aware of him, of his presence, of his scent. Pine and snow. It drove her crazy.
She threw a look back as she heard him walk away, and she knew “checking out the area” was just an excuse to give her privacy. It was what had changed when her relationship with him had switched from explosive to cordial, he had become… considerate.
Celaena didn’t waste time, throwing her clothes on the grass before entering the water. Shit, she had hoped it’d be colder than this. cold enough to calm the storm in her core. She could still see him, the way his scars glistened with the light.
She plunged her entire body under the water hoping it’d calm her down, it had been a fool’s hope. When her hand accidentally brushed her neck a pulse of heat went through her. He had bitten her right there, his teeth deep in her body. She had been too angry to think about what it had made her feel right then, but now she didn’t seem to be able to think of anything else.
The heat became almost painful as her breast tightened. She had to do something, she knew that as long as she didn’t find release, her mind wouldn’t get over this.
So, with her back to the entrance of the little glade, she let her hand wander on her body. She couldn’t do much noise, not with Rowan so close, so she bit her lip as her hand brushed her breast. She didn’t have enough time to build an entire fantasy, so her hand knit at her tit, her hard and peaked nipple was twisted between two of her fingers. The way she loved it. Chaol had been soft with her, so soft, when Celaena had been craving something other.
She hadn’t touched herself in years, not once since before Endovier. She never had the desire to do so during the competition in the glass castle, and after that, someone else had seen to her needs. But she didn’t think about that, she didn’t want to think about that.
It was strangely easy to erase the captain of the guard from her memory as another one of her hands slipped down her body, brushing the patch of hair between her thighs. But it wasn’t her hand she imagined slipping between her folds, circling her clit. It was Rowan’s. It wasn’t her middle finger that easily slipped into her as her thumb pressed against her bundle of nerves.
Her finger curled inside her, a moan forcing its way out of her lips. She couldn’t find a way to care, not as she imagined Rowan’s hands finding any sensitive spots in her body as he had two fingers inside of her. As she slipped another finger in her she found out it wasn’t enough, never would be compared to what her imagination made up.
He’d be a good lover, she didn’t know how she knew that but she was sure of it. She knew he’d made sure she found her release before him, maybe even multiple times. She believed his lips would travel her entire body as he entered her.
Oh, fuck. She was about the fall over the edge right there. How fast it was would almost be embarrassing if she wasn’t pressed by the clock. And then, Rowan from her imagination bit her, it was erotic enough for her teeth to free her lip and she moaned with a broken whisper, “Rowan.”
Had she been in her human form, she wouldn’t have heard the sharp intake of breath from behind her. Had she been a little closer to her climax she wouldn’t have paid attention, thinking her imagination made that up, too. But Celaena knew what she heard.
Her movements stilled, her fingers stopped pumping and her hand on her breath stopped entirely. She was so still, not daring to look behind her. Fuck, fuck, fuck . He was behind her, she could feel him, now. His scent was sharper than it usually was, but Celaena didn’t know enough about scents to know what it meant.
Slowly, she took her hands off her private parts just to avoid any more embarrassment. But, for the second time today, Rowan surprised her. With Fae’s speed, her hands weren’t far away before Rowan stood behind her, his torso brushing her back. His hands went to her arms, stopping them in their movements.
Tall as he was, Aelin wondered if when he looked down he could see her breast over her shoulders. Why was she still thinking about it? He had just caught her touching herself, for Mala’s sake, he was probably going to yell at her for her lack of property. But still, the feel of his hands on her over-sensitive skin sent a bolt of electricity through her entire body. It didn’t understand that it wasn’t the time to be hot and bothered anymore.
“What,” Rowan said, his voice rougher than she had ever heard, “Are you doing?”
What was she doing? Had he lost his brain cells during his three hundred years of life? “I don’t know, Rowan,” she snapped, “What was I doing?”
He chuckled, just to confuse her even more because it apparently was the theme of the day. “I catch you touching yourself and you still find time for sass?”
His hands still gripped at her arms, making it impossible for her to cover herself. “If you knew, then why did you ask?”
She felt him shrug, Gods, how could she be so aware of someone else? It threw her off, she didn’t enjoy that. “Maybe I just wanted to hear you say it,” he said, sliding a knuckle down her arms, leaving goosebumps on its way.
“Sorry to disappoint, then.”
His torso didn’t brush her back anymore, no, he touched her. No air between their bodies kind of touch. It was so goddamn hard to keep a moan in her throat. “I’m not disappointed. After all, hearing you moan my name was better.”
Did he? Did he just?
“It wasn’t your name.”
“It wasn’t?” He could almost see him arc an eyebrow.
She shook her head, “No. Not at all.”
He chuckled, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered, “I scented your arousal ever since I took off my shirt, princess. You need to work on that.” She swallowed, but Rowan kept going. “I gave you time to go back to your senses, I didn’t think you would enjoy my absence to do that. So you tell me, princess, why don’t you give yourself the release you so desperately craved?”
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Rowan Whitethorn was fucked, and not in the way he loved to be. He wasn’t lying in bed, his hands grabbing full hips as a pretty female bounced on top of him, throwing her head back in pleasure.
No, Rowan was intoxicated by Aelin Galathynius’ scent, standing right behind her as she was naked. He shouldn’t be here, he should have been stronger than he had been as he scented her arousal even from far away.
His eyes had rolled in the back of his head when her scent had shifted after he took his shirt off. He had purposefully left, both to give her privacy but almost to keep his sanity. But even from a fair distance, that should have been far enough for him to be spared as she calmed down but close enough to be able to protect her if anything happened, her scent hadn’t calmed. No, it kept getting stronger.
When he realized what she was doing it had been too much for him, too hard to resist. He had wanted her for a while, for too long. Ever since he had tasted her blood on his tongue, Rowan hadn’t seemed to be able to stay away from her.
He had to, though. For so many different reasons. Her lover in Adarlan. Lyria. Maeve. But as he overheard a small moan, all of these reasons had gotten out of his head quickly, only leaving space for his desire.
He didn’t know what he had planned to do, but it hadn’t been standing behind her as still as possible as she touched herself. She had her back turned to him so he couldn’t see anything, but it made it all the more erotic. He could imagine what she was doing. In his mind, her thumb circled the peaked end of her breast, the electric touch having her eyes rolling.
In his mind, her eyes were closed as she slipped a finger inside of her heat and then another one, thrusting erratically to find the release she wanted. He wanted to walk away, it was so wrong to watch her, but then she had said his name. No, she had moaned it with the voice of someone who was so close to their release they could taste it.
He couldn’t hold in the noise in his throat, and she had heard him. He wondered what would happen if he shifted and left, but he couldn’t leave her undefended. So he waited, waited, and waited for her to say something, anything. She always had something to say, never coming up short as he did, but she did at that moment.
And when her hands left the places they were when he arrived, Rowan had lost it. The next moment, he had been behind her, finding himself teasing her. It was new to him, he had never been very talkative during sex. Not that it was sex. If he was honest, he had no idea what he was doing. It happened a lot around her, and he found himself surprised to not be bothered by it.
He was surprised by himself when he whispered in her ear, “Why don’t you give yourself the release you so desperately craved?”
Aelin went still, and for a second, Rowan worried. She hadn’t said she wanted him, even if everything else had proved she did. But just because she moaned his name, just because he had scented her arousal many times around him didn’t mean she wanted this with him. She could be okay with the fantasy but not with the actual act.
“You’ll have to let go of my hands for that,” she said, stunning him. She must have felt it because she added, “I don’t want whatever this is to affect my training in any way.”
He frowned, “Do you think that poorly of me?”
Her answer seemed to take forever to come, “No, I don’t.”
So Rowan let go of her, but he still wanted contact so bad it almost became a need, so his hands gripped her waist. Her breath caught, her chest rising and falling quickly. Slowly, he dared to look down. They weren’t deep enough for her breasts to be covered by the water, he felt himself harden as he saw her perfect round tits.
She could hide it as much as she wanted, Rowan could feel the hesitation in her. So, to show her how much he was into whatever this was , as she said, he pressed his still-clothed hips into her backside. She let out a strangled noise at the feel of his cock, but it cleared any hesitation in her because the next second, her right hand grabbed her breast as another slipped between her legs. Rowan would kill to have the chance to touch her, for the chance to have his hand between her thighs, extracting moans out of her mouth.
He hadn’t even kissed but he still watched her touch herself. This female was going to be the death of him, and Rowan couldn’t help but think that it’d be the best way to leave for the afterworld.
He didn’t dare blink, his eyes fixed on her breasts. He should be used to Aelin surprising him, but he wasn’t, and it caused him to almost gasp as she twisted her nipple to the point of borderline pain. Aelin Ashryver Galathynius loved it rough, and Rowan couldn’t help but think that no human man could ever give it to her. But he could.
She whimpered, her head falling back on his shoulder. Her face was deformed in pleasure, and he was once again struck by how beautiful she looked. “Open your eyes,” he ordered her, and damn him, she did. He sipped his head, their lips almost brushing. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Fuck,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
He didn’t hold back his groan, “Your eyes, Aelin.”
She opened them, he could read the pleasure in them. He wanted to drown in them. “Tell me what you’re doing, Aelin.”
“Kiss me,” she asked, her voice pretty and soft. Gods, he wanted to. He wanted to devour her whole.
“I will,” he promised and it was the truth. He would kiss her before the dark God could claim him. “But answer me first.”
She seemed to know she wouldn’t get what she wanted before he did, “I’m- I have two fingers in me,” she said, a growl leaving his lips at the image. “And my- my thumb is pressing on my clit.”
“Hard?” His voice was barely recognizable. When she nodded, he chuckled darkly, “Because that’s how you like it? Hard?”
She didn’t answer, a loud moan echoing between them. His grip tightened on her waist to the point they both knew it would leave bruises, but it only sharpened her scent, a clear sign that the knowledge was pleasurable. “Answer me.”
“Yes!” she said, not even trying to contain her moans, Rowan was delighted by that. He could come with just the way her voice sounded, with the way she pressed her hips against his erection.
He kissed her then, their lips crashing against the other. He was too lost in pleasure to kiss him back properly but he didn’t care, not as the rhythm of her hand seemed to quicken when he kissed her, not as he swallowed every single one of her moans.
“Ro-” she cried out, and fuck if he didn’t almost rip off his pants and pushed into her at that moment.
“What is it?” He asked, his voice was hoarse, his desire having morphed into need long before. “Tell me what it is, Aelin.”
“I can’t-” A loud moan, “I need…”
He kissed her then, forcing his tongue in her mouth. She tasted so fucking good, and he suddenly wanted to know what she tasted somewhere else. “You need? Use your words, Aelin.”
“You!” she screamed, one tear slipping from her eye. “I need you, Rowan.”
If they weren’t the most beautiful words he had ever heard. “Anything else?”
Her mind, always on the same page as him, seemed to know what he wanted because a broken whisper left her, “Please.”
His hand slid down her body, finding her hand between her thighs. She went to take it off but Rowan didn’t let her, gripping her wrist. “I’m just helping, princess.”
For his own sanity, he didn’t pay attention to how wet she was before plunging a finger in her, joining her two fingers. Aelin groaned, her eyes clenching as Rowan’s movements made her fingers curl. His thumb applied pressure on hers, tracing little circles on her bundle of nerves.
She was out of breath, incoherent cries coming out of her mouth. He loved how loud she was, how there wasn’t any place for shame as she grinned against his hardness. His other hand grabbed one of her tits, teasing them in the exact way she had done, just with a little more strength.
She gasped, her mouth open. And before he could, because if he wasn’t claiming her in another way he could claim her this way, because her full lips were the definition of temptation, Rowan spit in her mouth, her eyes going wide. “Swallow,” he ordered her, and damn him she clenched around their fingers as she did, never leaving his gaze.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, Ro-”
“What do you want?”
“Fuck me, please,” she cried, “Please, please, please, Rowan. Please , fuck me.”
His heart nearly stopped then. He wanted to, he really did, but it was a bad idea for ten million valid reasons. But would it be enough? Would he be able to sleep next to her after she climaxed around his finger?
But would he be able to stop after claiming her? Wouldn’t he let them spend an entire week in this woods as he fucked her all day long?
His reflection stopped as she repeated, “Please.”
He could never refuse her. Never. And not because he was forced to accept everything this queen wanted, but because he wanted to. He groaned, kissing her harshly, his finger slipping out of her. She cried out at the loss, “Shhh,” he breathed in her mouth.
Aelin’s own fingers left her heat as she turned around, her hands going for his belt buckle. He tsked, her movements immediately stopping. How could this brat, because there was no other way to describe her, be so submissive the moment she felt needy. He was also convinced she had never begged anyone else, but he wanted, needed to make sure, so he asked.
She shook her head, “I never begged him,” she answered, and Rowan was done. He needed to fuck her pretty and good because he wasn’t going to last long. He slipped out of his pants, the water around them making it difficult. He was barely out of his breeches that Aelin’s hand was around him, her grip hard.
He groaned, grabbing her wrist, “What are you doing?”
She chuckled, “Are you so old that you forgot how sex happens?”
He smirked, here it was, her sass. He almost loved it as much as her submissive side. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Promises, promises, when are you going to act?”
He grabbed her thighs, forging them around her waist. She had the good sense to grab his neck to hold herself, both of them groaning as her heat brushed against his cock. “You’re going to regret that, princess.”
“Am I now?”
He grabbed his length, teasing her entrance with his tip. He already knew it would be a tight fit, that she would feel good enough to drown himself in her. “Ready for the ride, princess?” As much as he wanted to fuck into her as soon as possible, he needed to make sure she wouldn’t regret this, regret his touch.
She brought her face closer to his, “Do you worst, prince.”
And he did, entering her in one mighty thrust. It wasn’t his favorite position but he didn’t want to waste any time by going to the shore. He’d fuck her right there and he would make it perfect.
She gasped, her head falling in the crook of his neck as her nails clawed at his back. Oh, Gods. Oh, good Gods. She felt so perfect around him: wet, warm, and tight. He wanted to lose himself in her, do this and then die or have the chance to do it again. “Aelin, you’re killing me.”
She looked at him then, the look in her eyes so deep he was scared to read into it, scared of what he’d find. So Rowan pulled out and thrust into her again. And again. And again.
Aelin’s moans and cries only urged him to go faster, to go harder. “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, her voice so much higher than ever.
He was inside her, he was fucking her. The queen of Terrasen. The thought was maddening, his hands grabbing her ass. Tentatively, not enough to hurt, Rowan spanked her. His eyes widened as Aelin screamed, her cunt clenching around his cock so tightly it was a miracle he didn’t come. “Speak to me,” she asked.
She was close to the end, he could see it from the way she rolled her hips, chasing her release. “What do you want me to tell you, baby?”
Baby? What the hell.
She seemed to like the pet name, “Do you want me to tell you you’re the prettiest female I ever saw?” A thrust. “You want me to tell you how much I thought about being inside you every time your shirt rode up and revealed skin every night?”
A particularly rough thrust, “You want me to tell you how good you are taking me? How much of a good girl you are for me?”
“Bite me!” she screamed, interrupting him.
So, Rowan did. His teeth pierced the skin of her neck and the taste of her blood splashed in his mouth, driving him mad. He didn’t feel anything else than him, of how he was inside her at two different places. His hand slipped between their bodies, pinching at her clit.
She came then, her core clenching and gripping him hard. Rowan was so close he was blind in his lust, he just needed one–
She bit him, her sharp canines breaking the skin of his shoulder. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was still biting her, her blood too addictive to pull away. He roared as he came, slipping inside her. Claiming in another way. She was his. She was his. She was his.
He had spit in her mouth, bitten her, and came inside her. He never did that, never wanting to risk any offspring. But with her, it had been impossible to stop. No more dipshit at the fortress would look at her as if she was their next meal now. His. His. His.
The words floated in his mind. Even if everything in his mind screamed him not to, Rowan let go of her neck, kissing the bruises away. He could heal them but he wouldn’t. She would be marked as his until her Fae body healed her.
Aelin did, too, licking around the two small holes in his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
He frowned, “What?”
“I- I didn’t know if you wanted me to bite you,” she said. “I should have asked.”
She thought he was bothered by that? “I don’t mind.”
“Clearly,” she answered, a smug air on her face. Gods, no. She had no right to look at her this way or he was going to get hard again. Remembering he was still inside her, he pulled out but regretted it the moment she winced.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded, “Gods, yes.”
In spite of himself and how complicated they had just made things, Rowan chuckled. “You look better than you did for a few weeks,” he teased.
She frowned, “It’s because of the water, bastard. Your dick isn’t magic.”
He raised an eyebrow. “It’s not?” She shook her head, he found the image so… calming. “I remember you begging for it even before you saw it, though.”
She flushed, she actually flushed. “You’re so crude.”
He barked a laugh, “You lived with assassins your entire childhood, I doubt those were the crudest words you heard.” She didn’t say anything and Rowan took it for what it was: he was right.
“Rowan, what is this?”
This. What they had done. “I don’t know,” he said and it was the truth. “I- I can’t give you more than sex, Aelin. I can’t.”
“I know,” she said. Two words that contained far more understanding than anyone had ever given him in his life. “Was that a one-time thing?”
“I wish I could tell you I’m enough of a good male to stay away, but I can’t. Now that I got a taste of you…”
“I feel the same.”
“So, this is it. Training and then outside of it, sex.”
She nodded, her smile wicked as she said, “You said you had a taste of me but it’s not exactly true.”
His grin mirrored her own, “You’re right. I think I should fix that.”
“I think so-” she was cut off when Rowan grabbed her by the thighs and led her to the shore. There, he laid her down and kissed her entire body. First her breasts and then lower. As his tongue dipped between her folds, Rowan wished he could get drunk on the taste of her. Wished he could keep her by his side forever.
He couldn’t and he knew that, so instead he aimed to make her scream so hard the little folks would run far away for them. And as she begged him to take her again, as he entered her and lost himself in her again and again and again, Rowan Whitethorn had only one thing in mind: he was thoroughly fucked.