Chapter 163 Ally tour

Chapter 163 Ally tour
Nyx’s POV

The alley was dark, smelling of rain and damp stone, a stark contrast to the lantern lit warmth of the restaurant we'd just left. Caelan's hands were on my waist, his grip firm but not bruising as he backed me against the rough brick wall. The crown, that beautiful, impossible thing of dark metal and blood-red stones was still on my head, a cool, heavy thing that felt both strange and exhilarating.

His eyes were on mine and in the dim light filtering from the street, they were nearly black, intense with a hunger that made my breath catch. 

“You have no idea," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me "what you looked like in there."

I reached up, my fingers tracing the sharp, elegant line of his jaw.

"Show me” I whispered and that was all the invitation he needed.

His mouth crashed down on mine, a kiss that was all consuming, tasting of the fae sweets we'd shared and something uniquely him all ancient and wild. His tongue swept against mine, demanding, taking and I met him with equal fervor. 

My hands tangled in his hair, knocking the crown slightly askew but I didn't care. All that mattered was the heat building between us, the desperate need that had been simmering all evening, finally boiling over.

His hands moved from my waist, sliding up my sides, his thumbs brushing against the curve of my breasts. I arched into him, a soft moan escaping my lips as he broke the kiss to trail his mouth along my jaw, down the sensitive skin of my throat. He nipped at the pulse point there and I gasped, my head falling back against the brick.

"Caelan," I breathed, my fingers tightening in his hair.

He hummed against my skin, his hands finding the hem of my shirt and pushing it up, his calloused palms warm against my stomach. 

"You drive me mad," he murmured against my collarbone, his teeth scraping lightly. "Sitting there, smiling, wearing my coat, wearing that crown..."

He punctuated his words with kisses, each one hotter than the last. His hands moved higher, cupping my breasts through the thin lace of my dress. I could feel the heat of his palms, the slight roughness of his skin and it wasn't enough. I needed more.

I pulled his head back up, forcing him to look at me. His eyes were dark, pupils blown with desire.

"Suck them," I demanded, my voice husky. "I want you to suck my nipples."

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly replaced by a raw, predatory smile. He loves it when I tell him what I want and whenever I want to reward him, I say it. 

“As my queen commands," he said and there was a teasing note in his voice but the heat in his eyes was real.

He didn't waste time. He pushed my bra up, exposing my breasts to the cool night air. My nipples pebbled instantly, hard and aching for his touch. He bent his head, his tongue flicking out to taste one peak and I cried out, the pleasure sharp and immediate.

He took his time, teasing me with light, circling licks, his breath hot against my skin. I squirmed, my hips bucking against him, needing more. 

"Please," I begged, my hands tugging at his hair. "Caelan, please..."

Finally, he took the nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and I moaned, the sound loud and shameless in the quiet alley. He alternated between sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, his other hand rolling and pinching my other nipple. The dual sensations were overwhelming, pleasure shooting through me like lightning.

"Gods, yes," I gasped, my head thrown back, the crown digging slightly into my scalp. "Just like that..don't stop..."

He switched sides, giving my other nipple the same attention, his teeth scraping lightly sending another jolt of pleasure through me. I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, my body trembling with need. I was so close, so ready and he hadn't even touched me there yet.

As if reading my mind, one of his hands slid down my stomach, his fingers deftly undoing the button of my jeans. I lifted my hips, helping him push them down, along with my panties, until they were pooled around my ankles. The cool air hit my heated core and I shivered.

Caelan straightened up, his eyes roaming over me, taking in the sight of me half dressed, the crown still on my head, my breasts bared and glistening from his mouth. 

"You're a vision," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "My queen, in an alley, wearing a crown..."

He dropped to his knees and my breath hitched. He looked up at me from under his lashes, his hands resting on my thighs.

"I'm going to taste you," he said and it was a statement, not a question. "I'm going to make you scream."

I could only nod, my throat too tight to speak. He leaned in, his breath warm against my most intimate flesh and then his tongue was on me, a broad, firm stroke that had me crying out again. He licked and sucked my clit, his hands holding me steady as I writhed against him, my fingers bracing against the brick wall behind me.

The crown felt heavy, a constant reminder of who we were, of the world we'd left behind but here, in this dark alley, none of it mattered. All that mattered was the pleasure, the raw, undeniable lust between us.

He slid a finger inside me then another, curling them just right and I saw stars. 

"Caelan," I moaned, my hips moving against his face, against his hand. "Oh gods, Caelan..."

He added a third finger, stretching me, filling me, his tongue still working magic on my clit. The pressure built, higher and higher until I was teetering on the edge, my body trembling uncontrollably.

"Come for me, my queen," he commanded, his voice muffled against me.

And I did. The orgasm crashed over me like a wave, intense and all-consuming. I cried out his name, body convulsing nd knees buckling. He held me up, his mouth and fingers working me through the aftershocks until I was limp and panting against the wall.

He rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. He quickly undid his own pants, freeing his erection, thick and hard. I reached for him my fingers closing around his length and he groaned, his head falling forward.

I guided him to my entrance and he pushed inside, slow and steady, stretching me, filling me completely. I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him deeper and we both moaned at the sensation.

He started to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, each one sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me. The alley was filled with the sounds of our bodies meeting, of our moans and gasps, of the wet, slick heat of our joining.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice rough. "I want to see you when you come again."

I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze. His face was a mask of concentration and desire, his eyes burning with an intensity that took my breath away. He reached up, his fingers tracing the line of the crown, his touch gentle, almost reverent.

"My queen," he said again and the words, combined with the hard, deep thrusts, sent me over the edge again.

I came with a cry, my inner muscles clamping down around him and he followed me over, his own release hot and deep inside me. We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies pressed together, foreheads resting against each other, the crown still somehow on my head. 

Finally, he pulled back, his hands gently adjusting my clothes, his touch tender now. He straightened the crown, his fingers lingering for a moment.

"You're incredible," he said, his voice soft. "Crown and all."

I smiled, reaching up to touch his face. "You're not so bad yourself, Your Majesty."

He laughed, a low, warm sound that made my chest ache. "Come on," he said, taking my hand. "Let's get out of this alley before someone finds their vampire king defiling their new queen."

I laughed too, letting him lead me back toward the street, the crown still on my head his hand in mine, the taste of him still on my lips. It was ridiculous and reckless and utterly perfect.

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