Prince of Traitors

Owin

Jasper doesn't say anything as I lead him toward my house. We skirt around the crowd at the bonfire and around the back of the village to the small stone and clay building. I push the door open and pull him inside, rolling up onto my toes to kiss him before the door has closed behind us.

My hands trail up the back of his neck, my fingers burying themselves in his hair. My body presses against his, warm and solid.

Though his mouth is hungry, his hands are wary, cautiously running along my waist. I lower one hand to urge his arms tighter around me. I want him to grip me, hold me tight against him with no space between us. I part my lips for him, and his head tilts to get closer, his arms obeying my wishes and wrapping around my midsection so tightly he practically lifts me off my feet as he devours me with an urgency that I've wanted from him for a long time.

A few fat candles are lit on the small wooden crate beside my bed. The flames wash the room in dim, flickering light. I step forward, guiding Jasper backward between fervent kisses.

He laughs a little against my mouth as he trips over his bedroll on the floor, but it's quickly forgotten. The backs of his knees hit my bed, and he sits.

I hold Jasper's gaze as I shrug my dress off of my shoulders. I let it fall from me, taking my smallclothes with it, and the dress pools onto the floor at my feet.

Jasper grips the backs of my thighs as I stand before him. He looks up at me, and I'm struck by his expression. There is such tenderness in his gaze, such love and longing alike in those green eyes. I never want him to look away from me.

His voice is quiet and ragged when he speaks. "You've stolen my heart," he whispers. "Will you keep it?"

I tilt his face up to mine with one hand, my thumb brushing his chin as I look down at the man I've come to care for so deeply. "Always," I murmur.

He ducks his head and presses a kiss to my stomach. He trails his mouth up to my bare chest, his kisses warm and soft on my skin.

I breathe a quiet moan as Jasper peppers kisses along the curves of my breasts. I gasp at the gentle scrape of his teeth, the heat of his breath and his hands on me.

His hands travel up the backs of my thighs, under the curve of my rear. His fingers cautiously brush at the slick warmth between my legs, and I cant my hips to give him access.

"Yes," I breathe as his knuckles brush against me. I guide his hand to the apex of my thighs, and his confidence grows.

Jasper's mouth brushes my skin, and he looks up at me as he strokes me with two fingers. His face goes pink as he watches my face, and his fingers curl up and inside. Another moan escapes my lips, and my head falls back. My fingers bury themselves in his golden hair. Sparks course through my body at his touch.

I can't stand it. I step back from him and haul him to his feet. I kiss him breathlessly and my hands fumble with his jacket. He shrugs it off and only breaks the kiss to pull his shirt off over his head.

"My turn," I say as I untie his trousers. I palm his growing hardness, stroking him a few times. His breath catches, and he twitches in my hand. My mouth travels to his ear, and I nip playfully at the pointed tip.

I turn us, and lay back on my bed. Jasper breathes hard as he eases on top of me, balancing on his elbows above me. His head knocks against mine, surprising a high yelp from me. He gives an anxious laugh. The quartz ring hanging around his neck lands on my chest, the metal of the chain warm from his skin.

Reaching up, I smooth his hair back from his forehead. He's breathing heavily as he laughs, and his hands, cupping the back of my neck, are shaking. "You're trembling," I remark.

"I'm nervous," he says with a chuckle. His thumb strokes my lower lip, and I gently close my teeth on it.

I laugh softly. "Poor delicate prince."

Jasper makes an offended face at me, but breaks into a grin and laughs. He kisses me and kicks his boots and trousers off, his hips pressing against mine. His mouth brushes over my neck, his breath warm on my skin.

I reach down between us and stroke him again, guiding him to where my body aches for him. He moans, low in his throat, as he enters me. My back arches under him, pressing against him and savoring every sweet inch of him. My legs wrap around his midsection.

I moan when Jasper moves. His hips buck and he thrusts into me, his forehead pressed into the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. His breaths are hot and hard on my bare chest as he withdraws and slams into me with a hungry urgency.

"Ah! Jas—" I cry. I lean up and capture his mouth with mine as he moves in and out of me. Our bodies press together, the room filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing as he fills me.

I grip his shoulders, my legs falling to the bed on either side of him, and push him off of my, flipping us over. Jas lands with a thump on his back, and he gazes up at me as I straddle him. When I'm fully seated on him, I roll my hips against his. My hands curl on his chest, my nails leaving pink scratches on his skin.

Jasper grips my waist as I grind my hips against his. He looks up at me with such adoration, breathing heavily with his lips parted. I gaze down at him, drunk on the wine and on him. He props himself up on his elbows, and sits upright with me still straddling me, his face tilted upward to meet my eyes with his own.

He wraps his arms tightly around me, his hands trailing over the scars covering my back like they are things of beauty. He peppers my neck with kisses, the chain around his neck trapped between our bodies. His tongue tickles my skin and I giggle like a child, cupping the back of his head and holding him to me.

We move together in a steady rhythm, no space between us. Jasper shivers against me, inside me. I moan at the sensation and duck my head to catch his mouth on mine. I bite at his lower lip, kiss his jaw and his neck. My mouth moves back to his ear. I scrape my teeth against the pointed tip of it and bite down.

Jasper shudders and clutches me to him. He groans. "Saints, Owin," he gasps, and his hips buck under me as his release rolls through him.

I fall over the edge as he spills himself into me. I moan through the shivers that jump through my body, still moving against him. I cup the back of his head and lift his face to mine, pressing my lips to his. I'm dizzy with ecstasy, my head buzzing from the wine.

Before, our kisses had been urgent, like we were starved for one another and unsure if we'd ever taste each other again. Now, Jasper's kisses are slow, soft. We take our time, savoring each other. His tongue teases at the seam of my lips, and I open for him. Our mouths slide together, and I never want to stop tasting him.

Jasper stays buried in me for a long moment, kissing me and holding me in his arms. When he lays back down on my bed, I swing one leg over him. He groans one more time, spent, as I unseat myself from him. He lays on his back, one arm spread to await me, but I get up instead, kissing him once more before I stand from the bed and cross the small room to the jug of water that serves to wash my face in the mornings.

There's a cloth hanging over the lip of the jug of water, and I use it to quickly wash myself off before tossing the wet cloth to Jasper. He wipes himself clean and tosses it back to me. I dunk the cloth back into the water, finished with it for now. I run my fingers through my hair, combing the tangles from it. I smile to myself and turn back toward Jasper.

He's staring at me with gentle eyes, his lower lip caught between his teeth. He looks almost forlorn, and I see the yearning in his gaze in the dim candlelight.

I feel my cheeks warm, which is ridiculous. "What?" I ask with a chuckle.

He only smiles softly. "Nothing. Come here."

I step toward the bed and sit, leaning over to blow out the candles on my bedside table and plunge the room into darkness. Laying down beside him, I pull my furs over us both and nestle my head into his muscular shoulder. As I settle in next to him, Jasper loops his arm behind my neck as he holds me against him. My hair spills over the pillow and I rest one hand on his chest, the other folded between us. I close my eyes as he clasps my hand in his atop his chest.

He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead. I feel myself starting to drift off, and I let the warmth of him envelope me as I begin to fall asleep in the arms of the prince.