Blood Upon The Snow ||| Cregan Stark

twenty-six

Jacaera and Cregan were both naked when they finally arrived in his bed chambers.

She honestly didn't really know how it happened. She didn't know where her dress was, where her boots or shoes were. For the entirety of the trek, she had been attached to Cregan. Kissing and all.

Even as men ripped and tore at the dress. As they jeered and remarked about the body they were seeing for the first time. Breasts they wanted to touch, hips they wanted to grab. Jacaera had ignored all of it.

Breathless was what she felt when they were finally alone. When the spectators and escorts had seen them arrive at their marital bed and the doors were shut.

That was the whole purpose, after all. Not to see a bride naked, but to ensure the consummation of a marriage. Especially a political one such as Jacaera and Cregan's.

It wouldn't be a problem.

Jacaera was laying on the edge of the bed with Cregan hovering over top of her. He sat up on his elbows on either side of her head, nestled between her thighs. Not touching her yet.

Just kissing. Pressed on top of her kissing like it was a lifeline. Jacaera cradled his head, her legs squeezing his sides as she devoured him.

"Missed you," she breathed out from between kisses, looking at those piercing grey eyes.

"Me?" He asked, moving to kiss her jaw. "Or my cock?"

The woman smiled. "Both."

Dragons were very passionate lovers. It's why many needed someone who could handle them, cradle and guide their fire without snuffing it out or letting it rage out of control.

Who better than the Lord of Winterfell? Known eternally as a formidable lord. In more places than one.

Jace thought he would be safe once they were gone from the Great Hall. He could ignore the ripped pieces of Jacaera's dress and continue to drink.

What he couldn't handle was the returning crowd who began to spin the tale of pleasure from the bedchamber, to describe her bare body in very vivid detail. A dozen men speaking their wish to fuck the princess.

"I can't do this. I'm going to bed," Jace proclaimed, abandoning the wine and taking Baela back to the Guest House with him.

Jacaera had no such care. Her first time with her husband had to be quiet, so no one would hear. But the opposite was true that night. Hearing was a good thing. Proof without blood to stain the sheets.

Cregan also had no need to hide his claim of her. He didn't have to keep his marks on her thighs. Jacaera realized that as she yelped, feeling him nip at her neck and then run his tongue over the spot to soothe it.

He kissed his way down her neck, sucking and nipping to leave spots to remember. Jacaera let her hands wander over the length of his arms and back, humming when he began to touch her breasts.

That was maddening. The way Cregan mouthed at her breasts, teasingly taking her nipples between his teeth. It was light but enough of a sensation for Jacaera to arch up into him and make noise.

She was so distracted by it that she didn't feel him shift onto one arm. In fact, Jacaera only knew he moved when his fingers dove into her cunt.