novelraw Chapter 570: On His Knees
Chapter 570: On His Knees
Before he could second guess his next move, Caerwyn dropped to his knees in front of Sera.
All the conversation around them had stopped as the other three men looked at him.
He thought it would grate on his nerves, knowing that the Unseelie were seeing him weak and on his knees, but it felt...right.
"Looks like you can learn," nodded Ashkar as he walked over to where Sera was still sitting on the couch. Leaning forward, he kissed her on the head before stepping back. "We’ll leave you two alone to sort all this out on your own."
Psycho was next, pressing a loud kiss to her cheek before he stood up and moved to the stairs. "I’ll be upstairs if you need me," he told Sera, his voice serious before completely ruining it. "You know, if you need me to teach him what to actually do with that thing between his legs."
Caerwyn’s back went ramrod straight until he saw Ashkar clipping Psycho upside the head. "I’m sure he is a big enough boy that he can figure out what will please Sera," Ashkar said as he started up the stairs. "And if not, we can all help make sure she is satisfied."
Caerwyn heard Sera’s giggle as Psycho’s mouth dropped open as he looked up at Ashkar.
"Hurt her and die," interrupted Aerenyx as he, too, stood and walked over to Sera. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, not even looking at Caerwyn as he addressed him. "Don’t forget who I am, Seelie. I always keep my promises."
After searching Sera’s eyes for something that Caerwyn didn’t know, Aerenyx nodded his head and walked away, choosing to leave the cabin instead of moving upstairs like the other two.
The door closed behind him with a soft but final ’thud’ leaving only Sera and Caerwyn alone in the room.
The heavy feeling in his chest released when he let out his next breath. Not because anything had changed, but because nothing was competing for her attention anymore.
Caerwyn had her all to himself, but now, he didn’t know what to do next.
Sera sat on the couch, one leg tucked beneath her, the other stretched out comfortably, like she belonged there and always had. Firelight from Ashkar’s hearth cast soft shadows across her face, catching in her eyes as she looked up at Caerwyn with faint, tired curiosity rather than expectation.
She raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing now?" she asked, already sighing like she suspected nonsense was about to follow.
Caerwyn swallowed.
The storm inside him rolled, impatient and sharp, but he did not let it out. This was not the moment for thunder. This was the moment for control.
"I am not an idiot," he said finally.
Her mouth twitched. "Debatable."
"I learn from my mistakes," he continued, ignoring that entirely.
He moved then.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
He crossed the room and dropped to his knees in front of her, the wooden floor cool and solid beneath him. The sound was soft but unmistakable, and he felt the weight of it echo through him more powerfully than any lightning strike ever had.
Sera straightened slightly, her eyes sharpened. "What," she said carefully, "are you doing."
Caerwyn lifted his gaze to her knees, not higher. He did not touch her. He did not crowd her. He stayed exactly where he was, close enough to be seen, far enough to be refused.
"I am correcting an error," he replied.
He moved forward on his knees, slow enough that she could stop him with a word, a gesture, a breath. The storm coiled tighter with every inch, restrained by will alone.
"It is time," he said, voice steady despite the chaos beneath it, "that I stop thinking the world revolves around me and learn that it revolves around you."
Silence stretched between them.
"That is a big difference from a few minutes ago," Sera said at last.
He nodded once. "I told you. I learn. And I learn fast."
Her gaze searched his face now, measuring, weighing, looking for entitlement, for expectation, for the arrogance he had worn so easily before. He gave her none of it.
He bowed his head. "I assumed," he said quietly, "that fate would do the work for me. That being chosen meant being enough. I was wrong."
The storm inside him shifted, restless but more obedient than before.
"I do not want you because the stars wrote your name into mine," he continued. "I want you because you chose me to stay. And because you can choose not to."
Her breath changed.
He noticed everything about her — the way her fingers curled against her thigh, the way her posture softened without retreating. She did not move away.
Good.
He lifted one hand slowly, palm open, and rested it on her knee. He waited, heart pounding, every instinct screaming for dominance while he forced himself into stillness.
She did not stop him.
"Look at you," she murmured. "Learning restraint."
"Do not mistake this for weakness," he said, finally lifting his eyes to hers. "I am still the storm."
"I know," she replied with a slight smile on her face.
That was all the permission he needed.
Caerwyn leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her knee, a reverent, unhurried kiss that sent a shudder through him. He felt her inhale sharply, felt the tension shift from wary to charged.
He kissed his way upward slowly, deliberately, every movement an offering rather than a claim. When his hands slid to her hips, he paused again, waiting for her to tell him to stop or keep going.
She didn’t tell him to stop.
She leaned forward instead, fingers threading into his hair, not pulling — anchoring. "It’s about time," she said softly.
The storm answered.
Not with destruction but with devotion.
Caerwyn rose just enough to bring their faces level, his mouth hovering a breath from hers. "If you tell me to stop," he said, "I will."
"I won’t," she replied.
That was all he needed.
He kissed her then, deep and unrestrained, months of frustration and longing pouring into the contact. She kissed him back just as fiercely, hands gripping his shoulders, her body leaning into his like she’d finally decided he belonged there.
Breaking off their kiss, Caerwyn leaned back on his heels. "You won’t regret giving me this chance," he promised, his breath gently caressing the skin of her thighs.
Ever so carefully, he pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, kissing a trail upward with deliberate slowness, each touch igniting a fire that spread through her core.
Sera’s hands found his hair, tangling in the dark strands as she pulled him closer, her earlier annoyance melting into a deeper need. "Show me," she breathed, her voice laced with a mix of command and plea. "So me why I won’t regret giving you this chance."
Caerwyn obliged, his tongue flicking out to taste her slick pussy with a gentleness that belied the urgency in his movements. The room faded away as he concentrated on his next move. The wet glide of his mouth against her sensitive flesh started building as her climax teased within her.
Sera gasped as his tongue delved deeper into her folds, exploring every inch with expert precision.
She could feel the heat building between them, their bodies pressing together in a dance as old as time.
Caerwyn’s fingers joined in, sliding inside her with ease as he continued to tease her clit with his tongue. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. She arched her back, pressing herself harder against him as he added another finger, stretching her even further.
The room was filled with the sounds of their fucking—the wet suction of his mouth on her pussy, the soft moans escaping from both their lips. Sera could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her. She was on the edge of her release when Caerwyn suddenly stopped.
He looked up at her with those stormy gray eyes filled with raw need and desire. "I need you," he growled before positioning himself at her entrance. Sera wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer as he slowly pushed inside.
They both moaned at the sensation of being joined as one.
Caerwyn began to move slowly at first, allowing Sera to adjust to his size before he increased his pace.
The room was filled with their moans and gasps as they moved together in perfect harmony.
Caerwyn’s thrusts became harder and faster as he chased his own release, pinning Sera onto the couch under him.
She could feel it building within him just as it was building within herself again. She clung to him tightly as they both reached their peak together.
And this time, when she gasped his name, it was not destiny.
It was pure want.
The storm roared silently inside him as he followed her lead, every touch deliberate, every movement chosen. He did not rush. He did not take. He served, attentive to every sound, every shift of her body, every unspoken request.
Time blurred.
The fire crackled.
The jungle hummed beyond the walls, ancient and patient.
And when Sera finally pulled him down against her, breathless and certain, Caerwyn understood exactly what it meant to kneel.
Later, when the storm inside him had finally quieted into something steady and sure, he rested his forehead against her shoulder, one hand splayed over her heart.
She traced slow patterns across his back, absentminded and content.
"You done being an idiot?" she asked.
He smiled against her skin.
"Yes," he said. "But if I forget again, I trust you’ll remind me."
She laughed softly and pulled him closer.
The storm had not been diminished.
It had simply learned where it belonged.