BELOW ZERO: The Green Knight & The Winter Wolf VOL 3 (Cregan Stark x OC)

Chapter Eight (Alana)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Alana

Six months later...

*SMUT WARNING*

"Gwayne please..." I mutter as we're tangled in my sheets. "Don't leave me so soon... I don't want you to go to Oldtown."

Gwayne's hand drifts further up my thigh until it reaches my core, his fingers dancing ever so slightly until they find their way into my slick slit. Two fingers inside of me while his thumb presses against my clit. Bringing chills across my entire body as my back arches under his touch.

A smirk appears on his face. "Does that feel good, my love?"

I nod as my hands cup his face, bringing him to my lips while he works on my core. My body dripping around his fingers and down to his palm. This doesn't stop Gwayne, this only fuels him more.

"I want you to feel so good, my dear... I want you to reach a new level of pleasure. This is all for you." He tells me as his lips graze over the top of mine. The taste of honeyed wine on his tongue.

"And what of you? How do you feel?" I ask breathlessly. "I want you to feel good too-"

Biting at my lower lip, pulling ever so slightly before falling into a kiss, his tongue rushing through my mouth on an eager search for mine. My heart feels ready to explode from my chest. This thing between Gwayne and I has done nothing but grow more and more intense with each passing day and yet our families still are eager to tear us apart.

"I feel a flaming passion each time you come for me. My pleasure comes whenever you come. You should know that by now, sweetheart."

I find myself wrapping my legs as best as I can around him while his hand is still stuck between my thighs, bringing me up higher and higher to a new level ecstasy. While my legs turn to water and shake like the room had dropped to freezing temperatures. Like winter had come into this room and this room only. The cold chill covered my body but Gwayne was my warmth.

Gwayne became the sun that brightened the darkness that covered me for so long. He showed me that love takes time to build. He showed me the excitement that lays within learning all the little things about someone. That "I love you" doesn't have to be said in those three little words. It can be said through actions, my favorite being the way he finds an empty hallway, pushing me to the wall and kissing me with a deep guttural moan.

"Come for me, sweetheart." He says with a smile. "Come all over my hand."

I kiss him again and let go of all the tension that has been building up within me. All the stress and all the worry. I let it go and feel free. I'm only free because of Gwayne and to that I owe him my life. Which I will gladly give him.

After we finish he presses a kiss to my lips again and rises from my bed. Dressing himself in his finest green quilted doublet. Fastening his belt along with his sword and dagger and making sure his pants are dusted off. Pulling his riding boots on and then flashing me that signature smile of his.

"Orwyle made you a moon tea." He says flickering his gaze to the table across the room. "We fucked a few times last night so you need to drink that."

I hate the taste of moon tea but I've found myself drinking it more often than I think anyone should in their lifetime. How does something smell so sour yet taste so rotten. Leaving a bitter and somehow too sweet after taste in my mouth each time.

I throw on a robe and take my strides over to the table and choke it down quickly. The dregs getting caught in my throat and giving my stomach the idea that it can throw it up. Before my mind and stomach can agree I chase it down with some water and that seems to settle it. Just as it always does.

"How long will you be in Oldtown this time?" I ask as I catch my breath from nearly retching my guts out.

Gwayne sighs. "Not sure. Few months I guess. Father wants me to bring Daeron back for a little while since Viserys is only getting sicker. He doesn't want to taint his memories of his father. Have you seen the eye thing..." He motions to his face with his hand. "Yeah, I walked in on that the other day. Yuck."

"Gwayne." I cross my arms. "He's my grandsire."

"And he's my brother by law."

"Why doesn't Alicent keep her son here? You're the one who fosters him anyway... You plan to remain here during our courtship, doesn't it seem suspicious that suddenly after a year and a half they want to send Daeron back to Oldtown and send you with him? It feels to me that they want us apart."

Gwayne pauses for a moment and shakes his head. "I'm going to make sure all affairs are in order and then I'll return, okay? I promise. I just hope you'll promise me that you will not take another lover in my absence. I don't feel like having to kill a man for touching the woman I love." His lips softly kiss mine and I find myself moaning into his mouth again.

"Don't..." He whimpers. "There will come a time that moon tea will not be able to fight against how much come I pour into you."

"Let's not then..." I pull away. "No risks. We need to keep this under wraps."

He agrees.

"See me off to Oldtown?" He asks.

I nod. "I'll meet you down in the courtyard."

Tears threaten to prick my eyes as he walks out of my room and I grab a gown to put on. Part of me wants to throw on a green gown to show support for my husband and his travels back to his ancestral home but I hate how I look in green. It drains me. It makes me look sickly and sometimes like an ogre I feel like.

In my wardrobe there's a beautiful silver and slate grey colored gown. I put it on with a white fur cloak and find my way down to the courtyard. Jacerys is standing there with Jahaerys in his arms, the boy happy and giggling as the leaves shake in the wind on the trees. Some of the petals from the flowers coming loose and floating in the air.

"You look like winter." Jace says with the shake of his head. "Is it because you're sad your precious Gwayne is leaving?"

I shoot daggers with my eyes. "You are so lucky that my favorite nephew is in your arms." I tickle the boy's tummy and he laughs just like Joffrey once did. His eyes have turned to look much like Helaena's and his dark hair only makes those eyes pop more.

Gwayne has the reigns of his horse in his hands as he finished readying the saddle. Helping Daeron who is almost ten now, up on the horse. I feel my heart stiffen in my chest as Gwayne turns his gaze to me.

After settling Daeron onto the horse he comes over to me and kisses me without caring that Alicent and my mother are watching. That his father stands on the balcony just yards away with King Viserys. Cupping my face in his hands and kissing me harder than ever before.

"You're wearing the bracelet I gave you the night we met.." He says as my hands sit on his chest. "I thought you'd have ridden yourself of it by now."

I shake my head. "No... The day I rid myself of this is the day I rid myself of you."

"Gross." Jace scoffs. "I'm right here you know."

"No one asked you to stand there." I retort quickly at my twin brother. "Seriously there's an entire courtyard for you to stand, must it be right there?"

"Mother wants me to keep eyes on you." He shrugs. "No more kissing by the way- okay. You're not listening to me. That's cool. Yup. Just- eww, why tongue? Seriously? This is traumatic."

I pull away from Gwayne's lips and rest my head against his chest. Listening to the beating of his heart. The rhythm is calming and as it always is. Never too fast. Never too slow. Always the same tempo.

"Come home soon, my love." I tell Gwayne.

"No... Soon I'll be coming back to bring you home. Oldtown is our home. Not this place." He replies before stealing another kiss and then hopping onto his horse. Leaving me there alone.