Chapter Sixty-Five – Confession
Caius groaned again, louder this time, the sound ragged and guttural as Eira’s mouth worked him with shameless hunger. Her lips were stretched wide around his cock, throat swallowing him deeper with every bob of her head. She moaned low, the vibration sending a jolt through his spine, saliva dripping from her chin as she sucked him like she needed it to breathe. His hips began to thrust—slow, primal, uncontrollable—as if every ounce of restraint had been ripped away. He didn’t guide her. She took what she wanted, mouth sloppy, tongue swirling wildly, cheeks hollowing as she fucked him with her mouth like he was the only thing keeping her sane. The wet, obscene sounds echoed in the trees, and Caius—lost in the filth of it—could do nothing but give himself over to her mouth.
Her lips made a wet pop as she pulled back, eyes glazed with lust and satisfaction, mouth glistening. "You taste like regret," she whispered, then licked him from base to tip, slow and cruel. "Let me make it worse."
She rose without shame, crawling up his body until her bare chest pressed against his. She kissed him—hot, open-mouthed, hungry—her hands tugging at his trousers until he stepped out of them completely.
Eira turned slowly, letting the moonlight catch the sheen of sweat on her naked skin. She bent over the fallen cloak on the forest floor, arching her back until her ass lifted high, shameless and on full display. Her legs parted wider this time, revealing just how soaked she already was—her folds glistening, needy, dripping.
But she didn’t speak right away.
One hand reached beneath her, fingers sliding through her slick heat. She moaned softly, rubbing slow, lazy circles over her clit as she stared over her shoulder, watching him watch her.
"You want this?" she breathed, sliding two fingers inside herself, curling them with practiced precision. "Then take it."
She pulled her fingers free, glistening with her own arousal, and dragged them slowly over her clit—moaning just loud enough for him to hear how badly she needed to be filled. Then she spread herself open for him, wide and unashamed, her folds glistening in the moonlight, wetness pooling down her thighs. Her swollen, soaked cunt was on full display, pulsing, inviting, throbbing for him. She arched her back deeper, presenting herself like a gift he was meant to unwrap with his cock.
"Now."
Caius hesitated, hands shaking at his sides. But the sound of her moan, the way her back arched so perfectly, the scent of her heat mixed with the raw echo of Cass in his bloodstream—it was too much.
He grabbed her hips, lined himself up, the thick head of his cock teasing her soaked entrance. He dragged it slowly along her slit, letting it nudge and part her folds, smearing her arousal across himself, savoring the slick, wet heat radiating off her. She whimpered beneath him, grinding her hips back, silently begging to be filled.
He gripped her harder, angled his hips—and just as he was about to drive himself deep inside her with one hard thrust, a sharp gasp tore through the woods behind him.
"Caius?"
Cass’s voice.
His entire body froze.
He turned his head, eyes wide, chest heaving—and there she was. Barefoot, breathless, her eyes locked on the scene before her: Eira bent over, naked, wet, and ready. Caius behind her, hard and trembling. Her expression shattered, horror and betrayal bleeding across her face in real time.
"Cass—" he choked, stepping back from Eira instantly, reaching for her like instinct. "Cass, wait—"
But she was already running.
"Cass!"
He moved to follow, but Eira turned sharply, grabbing his arm, voice ragged. "Don’t go after her. Not like this. You don’t even know what you want."
He looked down at her hand on his arm. And for the first time that night, his face cracked—not with lust, but fury.
At himself.
He yanked his arm free from Eira’s grip with a growl, stumbling back a step as the weight of what just happened crashed down on him. The shame burned hot in his chest, rising like bile.
"I told myself I was done with her," he muttered, more to the trees than to Eira. "I told myself she made her choice."
Eira’s expression twisted—somewhere between hurt and anger. "And what was this then, Caius? Punishment? For her? For you? You were going to take my virginity just to forget her?" Her voice cracked, tears mixing with fury. "Do you have any idea what this meant for me? I was going to give that part of myself to you—not because I was desperate, but because I wanted you. Not just your cock. You. And you couldn’t even see me—you were still chasing her shadow with your eyes wide open."
He didn’t answer. He couldn’t.
He was already turning, already pushing through the woods, branches clawing at his skin as he ran—after Cass, after the echo of her gasp still ringing in his ears.
But he was too late.
The garden was emptying. The ritual had ended. The court, drunk on wine and lust, didn’t notice the storm inside him.
And Cass was gone.