Page 131 of Exiled Heir

“Yes,” I breathed.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked.

I didn’t even need to answer, tightening my hands as he sank down fully. My entire cock was sheathed in him, and I wanted to thrust up so badly that I trembled.

Then Cade began to move, rising and falling, biting his lip and holding back moans. I panted, desperate for more, but he had told me not to move, so I didn’t. I let him ride me, let myself lose who I was in that slick heat, that endless motion of his body against mine.

He cracked his eyes open, smiling in pleasure.

“You’re being so good for me,” he said.

“Want to be good for you,” I said breathlessly, still helping him balance with my hands, holding my entire body tense.

“You’re not going to move,” he said in wonder.

“You told me not to.” My voice cracked on the last word, and I had to shut my eyes, screwing them closed so I wouldn’t be able to look at how hot he was, at how perfect his body looked riding my cock.

“You’resafe,” Cade said in wonder.

My eyes snapped open, and I searched his face. He hadn’t said it to reassure me but to reassure himself I was safe forhim.Iwasn’t going to hurthim.

I wanted to demand more information, demand to know who had hurt him, demand to know how long ago it had been and where they were so I could make sure they understood what they had done was unacceptable.

Cade looked away, pressing one palm to my chest while his other wrapped around his own cock. Then he began moving faster, riding so hard that the bed shook and creaked. I had no room in my head for thoughts, nothing but the desperation I felt. I couldn’t grab hold of him tighter; I couldn’t force him to stay while I thrust into him. Instead, every muscle in my arms was tense, keeping myself from digging my fingers into the soft flesh of his ass.

I needed more, and he gave it to me, pushing me higher and higher until I fell over the edge, white pleasure rushing through me as I pulsed inside him.

Cade whined, crying out my name, and then I felt streaks of warm come on my stomach.

When I came to myself, he was laid out on top of me, his body relaxing, the come sticky between us. He shifted, and I slipped from his ass. He made an unhappy grunt.

“We should clean up,” I said.

Cade huffed unhappily but pushed himself off me and went to the bathroom.

I moved to follow him, but he shot me a look over his shoulder, and I stayed on the bed until he returned with a damp washcloth that he used to clean my chest and groin. He was gentle with my cock, stroking it so carefully that it gave one last twitch of interest.

He smirked at me, then returned to the bathroom. I heard the water running again, and then he was back in bed next to me.

“Here,” he said.

He grabbed pajamas from the foot of the bed and tossed them to me. Lazily, I slid them on.

“We should go to sleep,” he said.

There was tension in his voice. That wasn’t what he wanted to say.

“Are you okay?” I asked, suddenly remembering what I had realized. Someone had hurt him.

He waved me off, then looked down at his hands. There was a second identical pair of pajamas in them, dark gray pants, a black shirt. He pulled them on.

“I don’t actually remember my parents dying.” He adjusted the collar of his shirt, refusing to meet my eyes. “I remember the door bursting open. I’d been playing chess with my father, and all the pieces spilled on the floor. My mother shoved me in the closet. But I didn’t even see what came in. I didn’t even see the wolves.”

I stayed silent, biting down all my questions.

“I heard screaming, and I heard them… I heard them get killed. But the closet doors wouldn’t open. I pounded on them, but Mom had done something to them, used the last of her magic to keep them shut, to keep me safe… All I know was that it seemed like hours later when Leon opened the door, and my parents were dead, and the wolves were dead, and he was injured. He had wolf scratches on his chest and arms. He told me what happened. He saved me. I could see where the wolves had almost gotten through the closet door. They’d shredded the wood, nearly to me when Leon stopped them.” Cade swallowed, his story finished.

When he looked at me, his eyes were wet, and he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “I felt so empty, but somehow, I just kept living. And having nightmares. My parents’ magic didn’t return to House Bartlett’s ley lines when they died; instead, it stayed here. In the house. It was in every shadow, every nightmare. Everyone else left because they knew it was toxic. It was going to kill them. I should have… I should have found a way to send it back. To send it back to the land, but instead, I held on to it, and then, somehow, it became mine. It was the last thing I had of them. I didn’t realize how much space the magic was taking up until it was too late. Until I was halfway to madness. Do you know what that’s like?”