Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 65: Chapter 65
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Chills ran through him that had nothing to do with the temperature as he stood gazing down at Jozette’s beloved face. Castor had never seen anything more beautiful than her. Everything about her radiated warmth and light from her hair that was a glorious deep mahogany with chestnut highlights, to her big brown eyes, small pert lips, and stubborn little chin.
She stole his breath every time he looked at her. And when he was near enough to catch her scent, hell, his Dragon purred inside of him. The beast was completely besotted.
A Dragon purring! Who’d have thought that possible? Well, his was. Like a great big house cat. But Castor could not feel anything other than pride in his response to her nearness.
In the span of a week, this woman had become more important than his one goal after leaving the Isle of Pain, and that was finding his brothers. Right then, he did not care if he ever found them. If it meant he got to spend the rest of his days with her, he would gladly forfeit his quest.
Once cemented in his mind, he took in her sleeping face, noted the puffs of breath, and determined her room had already started growing far too cold for her comfort. Castor didn’t need to wake her up, he realized. He could simply carry her to the other room by the fireside.
“Mm? Castor?” Jozette slowly came to, the whisper of his name on her lips sent shivers of anticipation racing through him as he cradled her in his arms.
“I’m sorry to wake you,” he whispered, still holding her close.
His Dragon stirred as she pressed closer to him, nuzzling his chest with her face. Her coconut and sea foam scent filled his nostrils, and it was all he could do to not press his nose to her skin and breathe her in like a bloodhound.
“What’s going on?” she questioned softly.
“The power has gone out. Your room is ice cold. I thought you would be more comfortable by the fire.”
Her body was soft and pliable in his arms, and Castor worked hard to ignore his raging arousal as he walked down the hall with his precious bundle. The fact he now knew his hardened cock was a sign of lust didn’t make it any easier to bear, it was simply an explanation.
“There you are,” he whispered, placing her down on the mattress he’d dragged in front of the fire.
“Oh, wow,” she said, sitting up to face him. “When did the power go out? How did you light the fire without the electrical switch?”
“It went out about an hour ago now, and I am a Dragon,” he said without adding that he thought she was exceedingly beautiful in her repose, and that he would give anything for the privilege of watching her sleep for as long as he had left on the earth.
“I wanted to let you rest, but I was afraid you would become ill with the temperature dropping,” he explained.
He had stood and stared at her as long as he could without disturbing her slumber. Up until the temperature dropped. Then he’d worried about her health and weighed the risks.
“This was all I could do to ensure your safety,” he finished.
“It’s good. Thank you,” she replied and shivered.
“Is it okay if I join you? I mean, I am warmer, naturally. I can help—”
He indicated her covers, and Jozette nodded, making room for him beside her. Castor could see her shivering, hated that she was cold. And since he could not get the electricity up and running, the least he could do was to share his warmth.
Jozette eased closer to him, and finally, he wrapped his arms around her. The second he did, she snuggled right into his side and exhaled.
“I’m so sorry. This is probably awful for you,” she said, and he could taste her embarrassment on the air.
Castor frowned.
“Why would it be awful for me?”
“Well, I mean, um,” she said, shivering against him. “You know what I mean.”
“No, I am afraid I don’t. What is it you think I am doing against my will?” he asked, genuinely confused.
“I meant you having to get into bed with me. I know that’s not something you probably thought about or want and I—”
“Are you mad?” he scoffed, cutting her off.
“what?”
“Lady Jozette, there is nothing I have wanted in my life more. And if you need the proof, as much as my warmth, here you are then,” he growled, and lifting her, placed her directly on his lap. On top of the blatant evidence of his desire.
“Oh, um, wow,” she murmured, rocking her hips involuntarily and causing shivers of desire to race through him.
“Are you embarrassed for me now?” Castor asked, shaking his head on a laugh. When she looked up, he saw mirth in her own mahogany depths.
“I just didn’t want to assume anything,” she primly replied.
Castor scented her desire, reveled in it. She wanted him! Would wonders never cease in this modern age? In the few times he had felt or read her emotions, Castor had not been certain that she returned his desire. But now, he was. And his Dragon roared thunderously in his mind’s eye, proud and insistent.
Es meus!
“Assume away,” he said, thoroughly enjoying her reactions.
The woman was a wonder. She seemed both elated and confused. As if she disbelieved he could find her attractive. Was she truly mad? He had to wonder. How could someone like her not know her true beauty and appeal?
Even if Castor had not been chained in a dungeon for most of his entire lifetime, he would see her worth. And by the gods, was she worthy. A treasure of a being. One his Dragon wanted right down to the marrow.
“Listen to me, fair maiden, days ago I would not have known what desire meant. I have never had the chance to experience it.”
“Never?” she asked, and swallowed nervously.
“Never. I was never free around women.”
“And now that you are free and have been around them?”
He tasted her nervousness in the air and frowned. Did she need him to say it? Couldn’t she tell this was only for her? Either way, he would let her know beyond a doubt that he was a one woman Dragon. And she was his one woman.
“Now, it makes no difference if I am around ten thousand women. I only ever feel this when I am with you.”
“Oh, wow. That’s just, wow,” she said, head tilting back, face raised to his.
She looked like an offering. One made up of sweet promises and whisper soft dreams, and he gladly wanted to indulge both of them. But how when he was not long for this earth?
“Castor,” she said his name, linking her arms around his neck.
“Milady?”
“Do something for me?”
“Anything you want,” Castor growled the words.
He was like a bow tightly wound, ready to strike at a breath’s notice. Her scent invaded his nostrils, and he breathed her in, drunk on her essence.
“Kiss me.” Jozette’s lips parted, and her eyelids lowered until they were half-closed.
Fuck.
With her softly whispered plea, Castor could do nothing else but obey. Supporting her soft body on his lap, he closed his hands over her waist and leaned in, his entire focus on her. Slowly, as if he were approaching a small child or animal, Castor moved. With great care and precision, he zeroed in on her parted pink lips.
“Are you certain, milady?”
“Oh, yes,” she replied.
Then he moved, pressing his mouth to hers. In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the present. Only her. With that kiss, Castor’s entire world changed.
Es Meus.
She stole his breath every time he looked at her. And when he was near enough to catch her scent, hell, his Dragon purred inside of him. The beast was completely besotted.
A Dragon purring! Who’d have thought that possible? Well, his was. Like a great big house cat. But Castor could not feel anything other than pride in his response to her nearness.
In the span of a week, this woman had become more important than his one goal after leaving the Isle of Pain, and that was finding his brothers. Right then, he did not care if he ever found them. If it meant he got to spend the rest of his days with her, he would gladly forfeit his quest.
Once cemented in his mind, he took in her sleeping face, noted the puffs of breath, and determined her room had already started growing far too cold for her comfort. Castor didn’t need to wake her up, he realized. He could simply carry her to the other room by the fireside.
“Mm? Castor?” Jozette slowly came to, the whisper of his name on her lips sent shivers of anticipation racing through him as he cradled her in his arms.
“I’m sorry to wake you,” he whispered, still holding her close.
His Dragon stirred as she pressed closer to him, nuzzling his chest with her face. Her coconut and sea foam scent filled his nostrils, and it was all he could do to not press his nose to her skin and breathe her in like a bloodhound.
“What’s going on?” she questioned softly.
“The power has gone out. Your room is ice cold. I thought you would be more comfortable by the fire.”
Her body was soft and pliable in his arms, and Castor worked hard to ignore his raging arousal as he walked down the hall with his precious bundle. The fact he now knew his hardened cock was a sign of lust didn’t make it any easier to bear, it was simply an explanation.
“There you are,” he whispered, placing her down on the mattress he’d dragged in front of the fire.
“Oh, wow,” she said, sitting up to face him. “When did the power go out? How did you light the fire without the electrical switch?”
“It went out about an hour ago now, and I am a Dragon,” he said without adding that he thought she was exceedingly beautiful in her repose, and that he would give anything for the privilege of watching her sleep for as long as he had left on the earth.
“I wanted to let you rest, but I was afraid you would become ill with the temperature dropping,” he explained.
He had stood and stared at her as long as he could without disturbing her slumber. Up until the temperature dropped. Then he’d worried about her health and weighed the risks.
“This was all I could do to ensure your safety,” he finished.
“It’s good. Thank you,” she replied and shivered.
“Is it okay if I join you? I mean, I am warmer, naturally. I can help—”
He indicated her covers, and Jozette nodded, making room for him beside her. Castor could see her shivering, hated that she was cold. And since he could not get the electricity up and running, the least he could do was to share his warmth.
Jozette eased closer to him, and finally, he wrapped his arms around her. The second he did, she snuggled right into his side and exhaled.
“I’m so sorry. This is probably awful for you,” she said, and he could taste her embarrassment on the air.
Castor frowned.
“Why would it be awful for me?”
“Well, I mean, um,” she said, shivering against him. “You know what I mean.”
“No, I am afraid I don’t. What is it you think I am doing against my will?” he asked, genuinely confused.
“I meant you having to get into bed with me. I know that’s not something you probably thought about or want and I—”
“Are you mad?” he scoffed, cutting her off.
“what?”
“Lady Jozette, there is nothing I have wanted in my life more. And if you need the proof, as much as my warmth, here you are then,” he growled, and lifting her, placed her directly on his lap. On top of the blatant evidence of his desire.
“Oh, um, wow,” she murmured, rocking her hips involuntarily and causing shivers of desire to race through him.
“Are you embarrassed for me now?” Castor asked, shaking his head on a laugh. When she looked up, he saw mirth in her own mahogany depths.
“I just didn’t want to assume anything,” she primly replied.
Castor scented her desire, reveled in it. She wanted him! Would wonders never cease in this modern age? In the few times he had felt or read her emotions, Castor had not been certain that she returned his desire. But now, he was. And his Dragon roared thunderously in his mind’s eye, proud and insistent.
Es meus!
“Assume away,” he said, thoroughly enjoying her reactions.
The woman was a wonder. She seemed both elated and confused. As if she disbelieved he could find her attractive. Was she truly mad? He had to wonder. How could someone like her not know her true beauty and appeal?
Even if Castor had not been chained in a dungeon for most of his entire lifetime, he would see her worth. And by the gods, was she worthy. A treasure of a being. One his Dragon wanted right down to the marrow.
“Listen to me, fair maiden, days ago I would not have known what desire meant. I have never had the chance to experience it.”
“Never?” she asked, and swallowed nervously.
“Never. I was never free around women.”
“And now that you are free and have been around them?”
He tasted her nervousness in the air and frowned. Did she need him to say it? Couldn’t she tell this was only for her? Either way, he would let her know beyond a doubt that he was a one woman Dragon. And she was his one woman.
“Now, it makes no difference if I am around ten thousand women. I only ever feel this when I am with you.”
“Oh, wow. That’s just, wow,” she said, head tilting back, face raised to his.
She looked like an offering. One made up of sweet promises and whisper soft dreams, and he gladly wanted to indulge both of them. But how when he was not long for this earth?
“Castor,” she said his name, linking her arms around his neck.
“Milady?”
“Do something for me?”
“Anything you want,” Castor growled the words.
He was like a bow tightly wound, ready to strike at a breath’s notice. Her scent invaded his nostrils, and he breathed her in, drunk on her essence.
“Kiss me.” Jozette’s lips parted, and her eyelids lowered until they were half-closed.
Fuck.
With her softly whispered plea, Castor could do nothing else but obey. Supporting her soft body on his lap, he closed his hands over her waist and leaned in, his entire focus on her. Slowly, as if he were approaching a small child or animal, Castor moved. With great care and precision, he zeroed in on her parted pink lips.
“Are you certain, milady?”
“Oh, yes,” she replied.
Then he moved, pressing his mouth to hers. In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the present. Only her. With that kiss, Castor’s entire world changed.
Es Meus.
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