Their Princess

AU version

I'm not planning on writing a book on this version. There's barely anything happening here. So, you can skip it if you don't feel comfortable reading this version. I just wanted to share it here.

So, here you go....

Raelynn’s Pov

Cold dark winters are here. Everything freezes outside. Not a single wild howls tonight. Chill must have seeped into their bones, thinning the blood in their veins.

It's too cold.

In here, I'm cocooned in warmth and safety, cuddling against his chest.

“What if it happens again?” I share my worries, knowing very well he will take them away.

“I'm right across the hall. Say my name, and I will be here in no time.”

Assuring. Even his words warm my insides. His eyes look down at me in adoration as if I hold stars to his empty sky.

Fire crackles in the fireplace with the wood he just placed, rising above warming the insides of my room. He does that often. In the middle of the night, he would walk in, barefoot, feed more wood to the fire, and press his lips on my forehead before leaving quietly.

A ritual.

Our ritual.

I never counted how many times he does this every night. Too deep asleep to know.

But I do feel his lips on my flesh.

Tonight, he found me awake.

Tucking the loose strand of hair behind my ear, he leans down to kiss my forehead. Again. Like it's never enough.

I secretly revel on these stolen kisses. Snuggling closer and closer to his warm heat. I always wonder why he keeps the shirt unbuttoned at this hour. Not that I'm complaining.

It's just too tempting to resist. Olive flesh of his is marred with scars, having fought battles too harsh that it leaves its imprints. In flesh as well as in memory.

I savor the warmth of his bravery, touching my skin.

He has been trying to lull me to sleep for the last half an hour. No progress has been made so far. And I'm not even close to regretting anything.

“Can't you stay?” I plead with my eyes, pulling on his half open shirt. There's barely a pull on my part, yet his body leans down.

Responding to my advances. Too close.

“Okay.” He gives in. Smiling easily as a dimple pokes out on one side.

I ease my body into his arms, relaxing. Breathing in and out the scent of him. He is humming a tune that I don't recognize as his fingers travel up and down my side.

Windows rattle with harsh wind. Strong enough to keep the chill outside.

It startles me before I relax my body against his.

Hand rubs my nipple in gentle, lazy circles through the material of his shirt that I borrow every night. He would wear it the whole day only to be claimed by me at night.

I told him his clothes were softer on my skin and smelled like him. Enough explanation for him to grant my wish.

The material was feathery to the touch like I was wearing nothing, my ideal outfit.

Honestly, I have debated on sleeping naked, letting the soft fur underneath and above caress my skin. To feel the feel of wilderness in the safety of my bed. The idea seems liberating.

Yet I couldn't. An unwanted presence always lurked in the house.

I had to watch my back.

However, I don't bother with wearing panties. His shirt is long enough to cover all the bare essentials. Liking the feel of the material grazing my sensitive parts.

“Mmmm.” The noise vibrates from my chest to his that's connecting. How can it feel delicious when there's nothing in my mouth?

Slow circles.
Easy slow circles. No rushing this part.

First, the outside then the brown pebble is tended to. My legs shift. The space between my thighs weeps, sticky aftermath of his carnal advances, leaves a massacre everywhere.

Should I connect our hips, too? Sharing what he is awakening in my body.

I whimper.

His other hand is palming the rump of my ass. Not too harsh. It's more like testing. Like he wanted to feel the weight of my ass.

Feeling something that's forbidden to him. Should I remind him that?

His hands are bigger.

It envelopes me.

I want him to keep both the cheeks parted. Allowing air to cross over to calm the building heat at my center.

He doesn't.

I whimpered in disappointment when he let it go.

Focusing back on the globes on my chest. Circling. There's not much on my petite frame, yet his body reacts. Licking the lower lip, his eyes darken in the almost dark room.

Desire burns in them.

Hungry eyes staring mine.

Thirsty throat gulping air that stays dry.

His need is surging to fulfill mine as it extends in his breeches, laying uncomfortably against my thigh.

Shifting.
Changing position.

Once again, I'm denied the feel of him. His thickness might be torturing him in this position, but he doesn't sway. Wrapping my arms around him, I pull him closer as he presses his lips on the top of my head.

“You're safe with me. You can rest now. I will be here.” Repeating over and over.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Not a whisper, it's spoken loud. Loud enough for the shadows to hear that are lurking in the hallway. Ears pressed against doorways to catch every breath and whisper.

To know what we share.

“Anything for my berry.”

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Authors note:
In case you didn't pick, it's an AU version of the scenario if Ronan never left for war when Alerix asked him to. Meaning in this version, Raelynn is living with Ronan instead of Dawn brothers.
Do let me know what you think about it.