The Other King

Crow- Letter

***Warning fruity smut- not real descriptive more of just foreplay***

I start to panic, searching my room for the envelope, my mouth starts to twitch. I find it on my desk, not sure how he found me or where I live. But I know the signature.

I rip open the envelope, struggling to take out the letter. After I scan the first few sentences I let out an ear-bleeding frustrated scream. Kicking the leg of my desk as hard as I can. I grip my hair, the back of my eyes start to sting as I read on. He dares to fucking blackmail me. Me. Who does this fucking bitch think he is?

"Fuck!" I shout out. I drop the letter, pulling and gripping my hair with fistfulls as I scream out in anger. Devanar slams open the door. No no no. I can't see him. Not after what I just read. Autumn stands by the door, looking at my neck and arms before my pained face. His own face turns red. This bastard. In the hallway I hear doors opening and closing quickly as if running away from me.

I feel hot steamy tears running down my cheeks. My teeth are together as I take a deep breath with my lips apart. When Devanar tries to take my hands out of my hair I cry even harder. "Get out! Get the fuck out!" I'm not even sure why I'm crying, I never cared about the person involved but he does. I just don't want to see him hurt.

I shove him back, he hits the wall behind him and his face turns serious. "I'm just trying to help you!" He screams back at me. "Tell me what the fuck happened." He turns to the letter, he can read.

"No!" I shout, jumping and tackling him to the floor. I can't let him see it. Ever.

"Fuck, Crow! Get off!" He tries to force me off of him but I grab his arms and force them down on his sides.

"No one goes into my fucking room. No one!" Not that the others can read, it's mostly directed towards Devanar.

"I got it, fuck, get off of me." He spits through gritted teeth. I get up and grab the letter off the ground and shove it in the drawer right under the surface of

my desk. He shakes his head and rubs his side. "You've never gotten this fucking mad before." Devanar mumbles. "You stay here, calm the fuck down, we'll talk about this in a minute." He walks to the door to shoo Autumn away. He stood in the doorway. "I'll handle him." Autumn eyes seemed to never leave me, but Devanar shoved him away when he didn't move.I heard Devanar talking to the others behind the closed door.

I sit on the edge of the bed. "Fuck.." I mumble. I didn't even have time to process what just happened before Devanar opened the door again to step inside. I know he was going to ask me what happened but I don't feel like talking.

I take two strides and Devanar's against the wall with my lips against his. He lets out a groan, I need a distraction.

Autumn must've heard the bang and thought we were fighting again. "Take it outside!" He shouts from across the house.

I thought I heard a noise in the hallway but I blocked everything out and kept myself busy with Devanar. His shirt was already off, only covered with bandages. He helps me take off mine, our lips connecting eager to touch once more right after.

When our bodies are fully naked, my hands glide over his tanned skin, careful of the newly healed wounds. Though I can't see the wound I know it still hurts. I get distracted again when his heated tongue rubs against mine inside my mouth wanting dominance. I slid mine inside his, wanting the same. My cheeks are still soaked with tears, his mouth finds them and plants kisses over my closed eyelids as if to stop the pain.

"I won't read it.. I swear." I only nod with a shaky gulp, my lips start to tremble. Before I could think about the words he pushed me against the bed. I climb up to where my feather pillow lay and shove my head into it. We've done this before but none recently. I still shiver when his tongue's ghost-like against my back, barely against me with his soft lips but enough to make me feel the warm liquid when he leaves the kiss. He starts on my shoulder blade, trailing down my spine. Goose-bumps ran in all directions, I tensed up.

His hands are on my sides, caressing me. Telling me to relax without saying it. His tongue finds the faint symbol on my lower back to the left side. I turn my head the other way, another thing added to the pain.

I let Devanar comfort me with his mouth, I raise my hips and let out a shaky breath. I feel a sudden rush of anxiety as if someone's watching me but I ignore it like all the other things I chose to lock away tonight.

I let out a moan as I'm flipped over onto my back. This is just the start of tonight.

By the time he's done with me my chest, stomach and sides are covered in bruises while his back is covered in scratch marks. Not until I'm turned over onto my knees is when my back is covered with the same bruises as the rest of my body.

I feel sweaty and hot, the air coming from the window's isn't enough but it can't be helped. I feel exhausted but my body is still coursing with pleasure, wanting- no needing more.

I pull myself up, my back against Devanar's chest. I look back and give him a sloppy wet kiss, too lazy to put too much focus into it. I move over to allow us to switch places. I lick over my lips, once you get me to start you can't get me to stop. My hand grabs his leg, pulling it up. I start to lower myself, biting the insides of his legs before finding something else to use my mouth on.

After he finishes, I devour his skin with the same marks he gave me. He moans each time my hips move, my arm still holds his legs as he's laying on his side.

We don't stop taking turns, finishing, going a few more rounds, then switching again. When our bodies are too exhausted to continue we make use of our mouths and then start all over again. We don't stop until the sky around us starts to lighten from the first planet.

We still have plenty of time before the sun comes up though, so we just stay in bed looking into each other's eyes. My hand is on his side, caressing a hickey I made while he is on my cheeks. His eyes suddenly saddened.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I don't like seeing you upset." I close my eyes and place my forehead on his. His eyes close as well. I don't answer, just breathe in his breath, still heated and shaky. I think of how this connection started, there's nothing besides each other's consent and free from drama. We're still best friends, just sometimes we need each other in ways we can't with just reassurance of words. But we're clear on seeing other people, gods, it sounds like we're together. We're not.

I sigh, "We still have time before the others wake up. We should bathe and call in a meeting when the sun comes up." He nods agreeingly and gets up to put on his clothes so he doesn't have to walk around the house naked.

I get up and grab my cloak, covering my naked body but I'm soon pulled into a kiss. "We shouldn't-" I start but his lips were already on mine. I melted into it, one more kiss wouldn't hurt anyone.

When our faces turned from each other, I found myself in Devanar's arms. I hug him back, burying my head in his neck. His warmth, his presence. It's so comforting. When he lets me go, I almost debate pulling him back into an embrace. His height soothed me, making me feel protected.

He heads out first with me behind him. I step into the hot water, sighing with satisfaction. Gods this feels so nice. My cloak hangs behind the door leading into this room. I stare up at the two moons, still wondering how the second one got cracked. I sink into the warmth, Devanar sits across from me with his eyes closed.

When we're ready to leave, I tell him goodnight with a single nod and crash onto my bed. My body is already drifting with sleep.