#9 The Lonely Rogue

Junie

Vivian, Sophie, Toonly, and Clyde were all waiting for us back at the bar, clearly distressed. I had to thank them for helping me and apologize for putting them in Caspian’s cross hairs. Of course, they all offered to help anytime I needed it. Once the others left, and it was just Viv, Jett, Caspian, and I, I took Viv aside for a private moment.

“When are you going to talk to your folks?” I asked, knowing that her parents were coming home from their extended vacation soon.

“They’ll be home this weekend, so I was going to drop it on them, then.” She mumbled.

“I can be with you, if that’ll make it easier.” I offered.

“No, I can do this on my own.” She said stubbornly.

“At least take Jett with you, they should meet him.” I suggested.

“I’ll ask him.” She agreed. I gave Viv a hug and went back to Jett and Caspian.

“I’m ready to go, now.” I said, taking Caspian’s hand, “Jett, you’ll stay here?” I asked him and he nodded, not even waiting for Caspian’s permission.

“Yes, Luna, I’ll keep her safe.”

“Her parents are coming home this weekend. She’s going to talk to them. After that, maybe you should start talking to her about coming to the realm.” I said.

“Good idea.” He said before Viv joined him. He wrapped his arm around her waist and smiled down at her.

“See you soon.” I promised, before tucking myself against Caspian and letting him lead the way to his car.

He drove us back to the portal and we went through it together, Cole and the guard behind us. My third time through the portal was by far the easiest, the dizziness being the only symptom that remained. Caspian and I quickly escaped to our floor, not wanting to run into any of his prying family members.

“Are you tired?” Caspian asked as we stood in front of our bedroom doors. It was well after midnight by now, but, strangely, I was wide awake.

“No.” I shrugged.

“Me neither. Do you want to come in? We can talk.” He said, opening the door to his bedroom. I thought about it for a minute before shrugging again,

“Sure.” Caspian smiled widely as he motioned towards the open door.

I stepped inside his bedroom and looked around. This wasn’t the first time I’ve been in here, but it was the first time I actually paid attention to the room instead of its occupants.

It was arranged the same as mine with the same features; a bed, end tables, a wardrobe, and a large fireplace with two doors on either side. However, the matching furniture was much more modern than the pieces in my room. They were a rustic gray color, the end tables had brass touch lamps with Edison bulbs glowing inside and electrical ports on the top. The bed was the same weathered gray with navy blue coverings.

Large, dark blue carpets laid under his bed and in the sitting room, covering the original hardwood floors; a satin blue couch, gray coffee table, and flat screen TV hung in the sitting area. There was a roaring fire in the hearth, beckoning me forward.

“You said you liked your room, but I thought I should offer to have it updated for you, if you’d like.” Caspian said as he watched me exploring his room. I smiled at him and shook my head,

“No, I like it how it is.”

“You can make any changes you want to this room as well, once you move in.” He said with a blush, walking up towards me, “If you want to move in, that is.” He mumbled.

“I like your room, too. It’s very calming.” I replied, accepting his hand, “I like all the fireplaces here.”

“It’s the best way to ward off the dampness.” Caspian said, “And we like to preserve the traditional features of the castle as much as possible.”

“I’ve noticed that, I think it’s great.” I laid my head against his arm, too short to reach his shoulder, and closed my eyes against the warmth of the flame.

Gently, Caspian’s arm went around me and I felt his breathing come in deep gulps. I lifted my face to gaze up at him.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“You smell so intoxicating, it’s hard for me to stay in control sometimes.” He admitted, his eyes pinched closed.

“What do I smell like to you?” I asked curiously. Caspian opened his eyes and they were an excited, brilliant blue.

“You smell like strawberries and a field of fresh flowers; not the overly fake floral scent, but one that mixes with fresh air and honeybees.” He had a thoughtful expression as he spoke, “It’s ravishing, not unlike your beauty.” He focused on me again.

“Hm, I thought I would smell like cigarette smoke and stale beer.” I teased and Caspian laughed whole heartily.

“Is that what I smell of?” He smirked.

“No,” I quickly shook my head, “You didn’t smell like anything when I first met you, it’s why it took so long for me to realize that you were my mate. Violet was too weak for me to pick up on your scent.”

“And now?” He asked.

“The stronger Violet gets, the more time she spends around Jess, the stronger your scent becomes. You smell like cinnamon and spice.” I breathed in deeply, allowing his aroma to consume my senses.

“Pleasing, is it?” He smiled, ducking his face so he was eye level with me.

“Absolutely.” I gave him a teasing grin and his eyes began to swirl with lust.

Caspian cupped my face before closing the distance between us with a kiss. At first, it was docile and soft as he moved his mouth against mine. As his hand moved from my face to the back of my head, the kiss deepened. He pushed my face against his, tangling his fingers within my curls as his other hand snaked up my back; he crushed my body to his. I responded timidly, wrapping my arms around his back and sighing against his mouth.

Caspian mercifully released my mouth as my chest began to heave breathlessly. I gasped as his face nuzzled into my neck and his warm lips sucked on my bare skin. I arched my back and craned my neck, giving him better access; I was craving his touch. A deep growl formed in his chest as he pulled his face away, his black eyes leveling with mine.

He started to pull away, but I wouldn’t let him. I fisted my hands in his shirt and yanked him back towards me, pressing a hot, open mouthed kiss on his lips. He chuckled and pulled back again,

“I only have so much self-control, my love.” he said in a deep, husky voice.

“And I’m not some 16 year old virgin.” I scoffed and Caspian’s eyes went wide.

“Junie.” He grumbled warningly.

“I mean,” I shook my head at his glare at the mention of me sleeping with other men, “I want you at least as much as you want me.”

I felt my own eyes begin to darken as Violet came to the surface, eager to be with her mate. Caspian’s face searched mine before a mischievous smirk graced his plump lips,

“Your wish is my command, my queen.” He purred, picking me up and tossing me onto his bed.

I giggled sharply, surprised by his sudden show of dominance. I bounced on the bed and felt my face heat up as Caspian ripped off his shirt and crawled on top of me. I admired his rippling muscles, toned abs, and painted skin. He had dozens of ink black tattoos and silvery scars all over his light brown body. I ran my hand across three small, faint circles, recognizing the location of these scars.

“This is where you were shot with arrows in Louisiana?” I asked and he nodded, his eyes locked on my face,

“It was.” He said.

I flattened my palm against his skin and ran it down his body. He shivered under my touch and brought his face back down to my neck.

“Are you sure?” He asked, his hands fiddling with the hem of my dress. I glared at him and he laughed,

“Yes, I am.” I replied impatiently.

Caspian removed my dress and gazed openly at my body. I wasn’t usually self-conscious about my looks. I knew I wasn’t a supermodel, but I was fair looking with my olive colored skin covered in dark freckles and my own silver scars. My auburn curls fell over my face in disarray and Caspian quickly pushed them away from my honey-colored, almond shaped eyes.

He ran his hands down my body, his fingertips dancing across my skin as goosebumps scattered after his touch. He gripped my curvy hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he lifted me closer to him. He moved one hand to my back, unclasping my bra in a single motion. I felt myself blush as his face buried in my chest and he peppered my breasts with kisses. I gasped as his teeth grazed across my sensitive, untouched skin.

I tangled my hands in his long hair, pulling it from his face so it wouldn’t distract him from his task. I threw my head back and moaned, the sound encouraging Caspian further. His body trembled against mine as he moved his mouth from my breasts to my stomach, covering every inch in kisses. He reached my panties and smirked at me as my legs twitched in anticipation.

“Do you want me, Junie?” He asked, his voice cracking. I bit my lip and nodded, my eyes were surely as wild as my beating heart, “Say it.” He ordered.

“I want you, Caspian.” I whispered in a hoarse voice.

He removed my underwear with his teeth and then took off the last of his clothes. I gawked at his build unapologetically, lusting over him shamelessly. He had a strong, deep V etched into his hips and his thighs were rippling with twitching muscles. Caspian grinned at my admiration before his body took over mine once more. He pressed himself against me, into me, and over me with such tenderness and passion that I was immediately lost to it.

His face buried in my neck as he assaulted my skin with kisses, sucking and nibbling and throwing me into a frenzy.

“Mark me, Caspian.” I begged him, dragging my nails across his back.

“Are you sure?” He grunted, pulling back to look me in the eyes.

“I’ll do it first if you don’t.” I warned him and he chuckled at my threat, knowing damn well that no Alpha could ever give up marking his mate first.

His face went back to my neck and, in one swift motion, his fangs dug into my skin. I gasped and shivered underneath him, not even caring how loud my moans were or how heavy my breathing was. I felt him lick the wound close and continue to kiss it softly as I came down from my high. I tugged at his hair, whining as I felt the undeniable urge to mark him as mine as well.

Caspian chuckled as he climbed his own high, baring his neck to me as an Alpha does only to his Luna. I shook my head and placed my hands on his shoulders, shoving him away. Caspian’s puzzled expression changed as he understood what I wanted. He grabbed my hips and flipped us around so I was on top. I pushed his hair from his face as I grinded against his hips.

Caspian closed his eyes in bliss, a temptation filled moan leaving his lips as his hands wandered over my body and up to my breasts. I flipped my hair to the side and arched my body over his, forcing his hands away from my chest and down my back. I buried my face in his neck and felt my own fangs elongate.