CHAPTER 154: DIFFERENT DYNAMICS PT 2

Ariston

I tried to think of something else

A freezer!

A cold cold freezer. There’s um- there’s something in there. Meat? No, not meat. That isn’t even appealing.

Pastries?

Okay, pastries. Tons of pastries.

And Drakkar is there with the pastries on his lap

SHIT!!!!

He sat in the freezer, his crotch bulging with his two cocks under those pastries that I could eat right away!

OH HELL!!!

I couldn’t stop seeing him: couldn’t stop thinking about his big things, the shape of the first one and the second one nestled just below, both of them begging to sink into me. My fingers trailed down my stomach, slipping between my thighs before I could think better of it. One hand wrapped around my aching length, the other dipping into my soaked slit.

I groaned, hips bucking into my own touch.

I let out a soft moan. My fingers moved faster, thumb circling my sensitive part as I imagined his low growl in my ear.

Water sluiced over me, but I barely felt it.

My fingers worked furiously but it wasn’t enough, "Ah~ Drakkar," The edge hovered just out of reach, taunting me.

Shit!

I hated this. Hated how my body refused to give in without ’him’

I knew I couldn’t finish because what Drakkar said was right

I can’t satisfy myself alone.

My body likes his touch

No-

My body needs his touch

Panting, I let my head thud against the tiles, scanning the bathroom with desperate eyes. My breath was heavy as I looked through my hazy vision.

I knew this was stupid.

I knew it all too well, how dumb it was but I was desperate. I wanted this to get over with

My gaze landed on the bottle of oil—slick, thick, the right shape.

OH!

***

Aelin

I didn’t answer right away. I couldn’t. There was something about his touch—gentle, unassuming—that made the knot in my chest loosen just a little. I looked down at our hands, barely touching beneath the surface, before nodding.

"Yes," I whispered. "Now I am."

Draegon watched me for a second longer, his thumb lightly grazing the side of my hand. Then he let out a quiet breath and leaned his head back against the smooth stone edge of the bath. "Good."

The silence between us wasn’t awkward. Instead, it felt like a soft blanket being draped over the moment—warm and protective. Outside, I could hear the soft crackle of flames from a torch somewhere in the corridor, a distant breeze brushing past it. But inside this steamy sanctuary, it was just the two of us. No chaos. No court. No expectations.

Just... us.

I slid a little closer. Only an inch or two. But he noticed. His violet eyes met mine, soft and unreadable, but there was a quiet surprise in them. I didn’t look away. I didn’t want to.

"Thank you," I said, voice barely above the ripple of water,

His brow arched slightly, amused. "Thank you? For what exactly?"

I smiled. "For keeping your promise."

"Did you doubt me?" He asked

"Well, I didn’t know you then," I spoke softly, "But your words have been the only thing that kept me going." I smiled, "So Thank you, for proving that hope wasn’t for naught."

He smiled back softly as his eyes softened, "I like to keep my promises." He said, "Especially the one I make to my wife."

My heart fluttered at his words.

I didn’t know what made me do it. Maybe it was the safety of the bath, the scent of candle oils in the air, or the warmth of his skin so close to mine. But I reached out and lightly touched one of the old scars on his shoulder. It wasn’t meant to be anything—it was just... instinct. Reverence.

His body stilled beneath my fingers, but he didn’t stop me.

"I’m so glad you survived," I whispered.

He turned his head toward me slowly, and I could feel his gaze linger on my face. "So am I."

My heart skipped.

Then, with a patience that startled me, Draegon reached forward, brushing a wet strand of hair from my cheek. His fingers paused there, just for a moment, his touch featherlight. I leaned into it.

And there, in the soft steam of the palace bath, he dipped his head forward until our foreheads touched

I exhaled, and in the same moment, he tilted his head, just slightly.

His lips met mine.

The kiss was slow—so slow it made my heart ache. There was nothing rushed about it. Just the warmth of his mouth, the steadiness of his hands, the quiet affirmation that we were here. Together.

I kissed him back, fingers brushing his shoulder, then his jaw. He deepened it only slightly, just enough to taste the promise that lingered between us.

His fingers curled against the nape of my neck, and when he kissed me again, it was different this time—deeper, needier.

The warm water rippled as he shifted closer. My legs brushed his, and suddenly there was no distance between us. His body pressed against mine under the water— I felt his shaft slip between my legs, solid, hot, grounding.

I felt them slide against my slit

I let out a soft sound, "Draegon," More of a moan as we parted our lips.

"I want you," he breathed against my lips.

My heart stuttered. "Here?"

His chuckle was low, a little rough. "Why not? The doors are locked. And I don’t think I can wait anymore."

I ended up smiling at his answer, then nodded, "Okay," As soon as he heard my answer, I felt his thick fingers come to my lower lips. He began to rub the sensitive area as his mouth came to my breasts.

I can’t believe I was saying this but I loved the way his tongue licked me and I desired the way he sucked.

"Ah~" I couldn’t help the sounds and it was quite amazing and frightening how now I could tell I was ready to take him.

How I wanted him to take me.

"Hurry," I let out a meek voice, "Put them in."

He looked at me, "Both?"

I looked down at him, face flushed, "Yes,"

***

Ariston

I stood up and furiously walked over to it, grabbed it and I ripped the cap off, poured a generous amount into my palm, and slathered it over the neck.

I stared at it then

It should do the job of one if not two.

My cheeks flushed as I looked at it and at what I was about to do. I had never done something so shameful before.

Scratch that, I never even thought about it

But-

Right then, a flare up happened. I felt it in my stomach.

Blood rushed down there even more and I felt my thighs get soaked again.

I have no other choice! I can’t go back to Drakkar. Not in this state. I wasn’t planning on going even if it wasn’t this state

But maybe I would have

I want him!

Another wave of desperation coursed through me and I couldn’t take it anymore.

I lowered the bottle.

The first press against my entrance made me gasp. Cool, smooth, almost right.

Almost

I pushed slowly, hoping to find release this time.

My head jolted up and my neck snapped back as I let out a moan, "Drakkar," I couldn’t help but call his name.

***

Drakkar

I hadn’t meant to come this far.

Just check in on him—that’s what I told myself.

I only wanted to make sure that he made it back in one piece, that no one saw him slipping through the corridors like a half-dressed shadow. That no one caught onto his scent that drives me crazy.

But now I was standing outside his bathroom door, his scent still lingering in the bedroom, rich and sharp, like something barely restrained.

And I was hearing it

Soft at first. A strangled breath. A sound I shouldn’t have noticed, it was better if I hadn’t noticed it and only heard the sound of the shower, but my hearing picked up every shift of breath, every whisper of need echoing through the walls.

I gulped

My hand pressed flat to the wood of the bathroom door, fingers splayed, knuckles stiff. The moan that followed was muffled, broken, and raw.

It hit something deep in my chest.

Cruel.

It was too cruel.

"Drakkar," He moaned my name but didn’t want me in.

I squeezed my eyes shut, jaw clenched so tight I felt the pressure in my teeth. I hadn’t come here for this. But here I was, breathing like I’d just run a battle trail, every inhale thick with the sound of his helplessness.

And I couldn’t go in.

He wouldn’t want me to. He would hate me if I did.

But

I looked down at my pants, the specific area bulging with excitement.

I had to take care of myself too.

I let out a deep breath, my eyes on the door as I unbuckled my belt and zipped my pants open.

I’ll finish up before he comes and leave before he notices I was here.