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Post by Mercy E. Valendrian on Jun 7, 2016 4:14:54 GMT
In the two months that Mercy had been in Van’Ostgar, she’d experienced more happiness than she’d experienced throughout her entire lifetime in Avaryn. Mercy’s love for Avaryn was complicated, at best. She loved her people and she loved her kingdom, but her father’s tyranny made her kingdom a prison for her. Van’Ostgar had become her safe haven and she knew that she had Keiran to thank for that. Keiran… Just the thought of him filled her with an elation she had never felt prior to him. They’d grown surprisingly close in the time that she had been there, quick to become friends… but both of them knew that there was something deeper there. At least Mercy felt that there was and, at times, she was sure that Keiran did too just from the way that he spoke or the way that he looked at her. A part of her wanted to tell him the truth of who she was. Though she had stuck as close to the truth as possible, he had the right to know who exactly was living within the walls of his castle and he and his men had risked his life to save her. Still, she was afraid to do it. Her life depended on this secret and she knew that keeping it was of vital importance. Not only that, but Mercy lived in fear of what Keiran might do or how he would react once she told him that she wasn’t, in fact, Mercy Scarborough and that she was actually Mercy Valendrian, the daughter of his worst enemy. She feared that he would hate her and resent her for who she was… the daughter of a monster. Every time she tried to find the courage to tell him, it just dissipated into thin air because Mercy knew that she felt more for him than she had ever imagined. If he were to reject her because of who she was, she wasn’t sure if her heart could handle it. She would work up the courage to tell him eventually… hopefully before it was too late. ”You’re staring again.”Blinking, Mercy turned her attention back to the other young ladies with whom she had been speaking. The palace grounds were abuzz with the celebrations of the spring festival that had started that morning with the grand tourney and joust. It had been far greater than any festival that Mercy had ever attended back in Avaryn. She’d been told of the great festivals and feasts King James had thrown before he’d been killed by his own brother and Mercy had often dreamed of such events. She’d always begged her mother to tell her about such things, though she knew it sometimes saddened Queen Sophia to speak of them. She hadn’t learned why until she was a little older and learned that her mother had been married to King James before Robert had forced her to marry him after usurping his brother’s throne. Needless to say, the events Robert held were often grand but people didn’t always leave with their heads. ”I wasn’t staring… I was just glancing,” Mercy insisted, though the blush that stole across her face said otherwise. She and her small group of friends were standing by one of the pavilions, laughing about this and that, as per usual. During her time in Van’Ostgar, Mercy had made friends easily, particularly with Athena, Lilian, and their group of friends. She was closest to the two princesses however, who were the only people who knew of her secret. ”Why don’t you go ask him to dance?” Mary asked her with, stifling a giggle. There were plenty of others dancing, twirling about the dancing grounds… some with more grace than others. ”The king doesn’t dance,” Catherine replied coldly. She wasn’t exactly someone that Mercy would call a true friend and it was obvious that the girl harbored resentment toward Mercy and not because she was a bad person. No, she “secretly” loathed Mercy because she had captured the king’s attention. ”Well maybe he’ll dance with Mercy,” Lilian responded, shooting Catherine a look. They all knew how nasty the girl could be and yet, for some reason, she still always wound up back in their little circle. Mercy was thankful for Lily’s quick defense of her and offered her friend a small smile in return. ”He obviously fancies her.””I’m telling you, he won’t dance with her. Have you ever seen Keiran dance with anyone?””You’re just saying that because he wouldn’t dance with you,” Lily said, rolling her eyes. They all knew that Catherine and Keiran had a past… well, more like Catherine and Keiran had had slept together and Catherine had made more of it than Keiran obviously had. They all knew what she sought out of such a relationship though… what most women sought out of a relationship with Keiran, actually. Looking over at Keiran again and taking a sip of her wine, Mercy’s blue eyes took in his form and she knew that it wasn’t his title that appealed the most to her. He was ruggedly handsome and she would admit to drooling over him more than once, but that wasn’t it either. Well, not entirely anyway. Mercy had fallen for the man beneath the crown and physical perfection. ”I’m just saying… he’s not interested in having an actual relationship with anyone else, so why would he be interested in having an actual relationship with her? I guarantee he won’t want to dance-“”You mean he wasn’t interested in an actual relationship with you,” Lilian retorted, shooting Catherine a look. ”Hold this,” Mercy said, handing Athena her wine as Mary practically squealed with delight. Catherine only scowled as Mercy started to move away from their little group. ”I’m telling you, he’s going to say no!” she shouted after her as the others fell into fits of girlish laughter and delight. Mercy wasn’t going to let the anger and envy of some jealous girl stop her. Even if she wasn’t ready to tell Keiran the truth yet, a little dancing couldn’t possibly hurt, right. Excitement and anxiety bubbled up in the pit of her stomach as she made her way toward the king, glancing back at her friends only to see Lily and Mary urging her forward. Perhaps they’d had a little too much to drink… Mercy certainly hadn’t. She hadn’t even finished her first goblet of wine. It was her own girlish excitement that was driving her forward right about then. Night had long since fallen over the kingdom and Mercy found herself weaving through storytellers, dancers, and entertainers alike on her way to the object of her affections. Just the sight of him made her heart race with excitement and anticipation, though she worried that Catherine might be right. What if she was just kidding herself and seeing something that wasn’t really there? Then again, why the hell should she worry about what Catherine had to say anyway? She was a bitch. ”M’lady,” someone said, stopping her. NO! She was only half way to Keiran and someone had to stop her now. ”Lord Karstark,” Mercy replied as he stepped in front of her. It was no secret that Lord Karstark was in search of a wife and had come to court to find himself a young and eligible woman to wed after the loss of his first wife. He was an incredibly wealthy man with lands and power, and he was certainly good looking, but he knew all of this and always used it to his advantage. He was, for lack of a better word, an asshole… in all honesty, he and Catherine would be a match made in heaven. He was blocking the better part of Mercy’s view of the king, though she tried not to get annoyed. Even when Mercy disliked someone, she didn’t like to show it. ”I was wondering if you might like to dance with me?” he asked her with a cocky smirk, as if knowing that she couldn’t possibly say no to him. After all, he had it all… everything a girl could possibly want and, as a young woman who had supposedly lost everything, she was in need of a man to support her. Unfortunately for him though, Mercy wasn’t looking for any of that and he wasn’t Keiran. Keiran could have been little more than a poor farmer and he still would have captured her fancy. Not only that, but Mercy hadn’t exactly lost everything… she’d intentionally given it all up… not that anyone but Athena and Lily knew that. ”I’m sorry,” Mercy said, trying to let him down gently. It was difficult though and she had to suppress the urge to laugh. From the confused and shocked look on his face, he wasn’t used to rejection. ”I… think I twisted my ankle. I don’t think I could possibly find it in me to dance right now.” Trying to hold back her laughter, Mercy picked up the skirts of her dress and ran off, knowing that her lie was obvious to him since she was clearly running perfectly fine. She couldn’t bring herself to feel bad though, after she’d witnessed the way Lord Karstark tended to treat others, women especially. Slowing down as she neared him, Mercy fixed her dress, though she was unable to wipe the smile off of her face completely, or the blush that colored her cheeks. ”Your highness,” she said, giving Keiran the proper greeting only because they were surrounded by people who would expect a sense of propriety out of her. As usual though, her tone held an underlying note of teasing and flirtatiousness as she addressed him as the king and not the Keiran beneath the crown that she had come to know so well. The light of the torches and lanterns reflected off of her gleaming blue eyes and she didn’t have to reach very far for the courage to ask him. She was more comfortable with Keiran than she had ever been with anyone else for some reason and knew that he wouldn’t turn her down… at least not because of a lack of desire for her. ”I’ve come to rescue you from standing here and brooding over not being with your favorite person,” she joked, smiling brightly at him and taking him by the hand. Many might have been appalled by how informally she approached the king, but… well, they needed to get the sticks out of their asses. ”Dance with me…” she insisted, pulling him toward the dancers with that tantalizing smile of hers that lit up her eyes. Mercy |
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Post by Keiran M. Slater on Jun 8, 2016 3:21:15 GMT
Athena couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face as Mercy finally made up her mind to ask Keiran to dance. There were no doubts in her mind that her brother wouldn’t accept her offer to dance, her brother was already smitten with the princess even if he didn’t know her true identity; Athena knew that Mercy was being her true self despite the deception of giving Keiran a false last name. ”Oh shut it, Catherine,” Athena snapped in defense of the young woman she was quickly considering as a sister. ”We all know that you’re just jealous that Keiran is giving her more attention than he ever gave you even when you shared his bed.” And Athena had greatly advised him against it even then, not that he had listened to her. Her gaze slid back to Mercy as she made her way towards Keiran and she had a feeling that this night would mark the beginning of something special… she just knew it in her bones.
The King looked out over his people from where he stood, goblet in hand, and couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride flow through him at the success of it all. His people were happy and that meant he could worry about other, more pressing matters than that of the annual spring festival. He had people in place to assure that it would continue to run smoothly… Keiran’s gaze caught on something far more interesting than the ongoing festival, standing there surrounded by his sister, aunt and their friends was the dark haired woman he had saved only two months earlier. A smile flitted across his face as he remembered her crashing headlong into him in her run to escape Robert’s men.
Keiran watched her a moment longer before moving his gaze elsewhere, knowing that it was only a matter of time before someone sought him out for something or other that they deemed important for their King to hear… Not that he minded hearing the woes of his people, he just wasn’t really in the mood to hear about how the rains haven’t been as bountiful as previous years and their crops aren’t doing so well; there was nothing he could do to fix that problem, that was up to Mother Nature. As it was, he was making another pass over the crowd when he noticed her walking towards him, determination stamped across her face… that was until the ever ambitious Lord Karstark stepped into her path.
A flash of anger ran through him at the idea of that man trying to woo Mercy into being his bride but he pushed it away knowing that, as he hadn’t as of yet made any outward signs that his interests lie in courting her, she seemed very eligible to a man like Karstark. He was saved from any more bouts of jealousy as she picked up her skirts and ran from him with a smile on her face. His gaze left her, pretending not to have been watching the exchange as she came up from his side and addressed him formally… though her tone was anything but formal. He took a drink from his goblet as he turned to her, brows raised as if he were surprised at her sudden appearance at his side.
”Favorite person?” Keiran questioned as he set his goblet down and let her pull him towards the other dancers. ”I have no memory of making such a declaration, Lady Scarborough… please refresh it so I can remember why I might have said such a thing.” He teased her, not the least bit upset at her boldness. It was, as a rule, that he rarely danced but it wasn’t for the lack of knowing how. It was more the lack of an interesting dance partner. As they moved into the moving mass of dancing couples Keiran pulled her to him, knowing that everyone in attendance would be watching them, and wrapped an arm around her waist as he began leading them in the steps of the dance.
Over with her group of friends Athena grabbed Lilian’s hand excitedly as she watched her brother go willingly with Mercy and begin to dance with her. Of course, she knew her brother could dance for he used to dance with her when they were children, not that it was public knowledge. ”Lil, I do think our job here is done.” She said quietly to her aunt and best friend, a wide smile on her face as she watched the two dance and knew, without looking, that Catherine would be glaring daggers at Mercy.
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Post by Mercy E. Valendrian on Jun 8, 2016 19:19:54 GMT
”Would you have agreed to dance with me if I wasn’t your favorite person, your highness?” Mercy asked, the light of her smile brightening her blue eyes as he pulled her in for the dance. Her cheeks flushed at their close proximity as she felt the heat of his strong body against hers. She rather enjoyed it too, perhaps more than an unwed lady should enjoy such things. ”But tell me… if I’m not your favorite person, then who is? I’m only asking so that I can go lock her in a broom closet, of course.” Mercy couldn’t resist flirting with him, that was for damn sure.
”You know, you’re actually a better dancer than I had anticipated.” Mercy hadn’t actually expected him to be a bad dancer, she just thoroughly enjoyed teasing him. Most people would have been too afraid to tease a king in such a manner, but Mercy wasn’t most people. She was comfortable with Keiran and wasn’t afraid to be herself... well, in a manner of speaking.
”Is there anything you can’t do? Or are you this perfect all the time?” Mercy asked, arching a brow at Keiran. As she moved with him, her mind drifted to places that it really shouldn’t, filling her with sinful thoughts. She’d never thought of anyone else the way that she thought of the king of Van’Ostgar.
She knew that getting close to him could have dangerous consequences. She couldn’t allow anyone to find out who she really was… even just Athena and Lilian knowing was dangerous and not just for her, but for them as well. There was no saying what her father would do if he found out exactly where she was.
Mercy had debated on leaving… continuing her trek across the realm in order to get as far away from her father as possible. She hadn’t been able to do it though because even if he didn’t know it yet, Keiran made her feel safe. She didn’t quite know why either. The idea of leaving saddened her greatly, Van’Ostgar having become a sort of safe haven for her. So long as she was with Keiran, Robert couldn’t touch her. Now if only she could come up wih the courage to actually tell Keiran that she was actually the daughter of his sworn enemy. Not tonight though. Looking up at his handsome face, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The last thing she wanted to do was sully a beautiful night by breaking such news to him.
Mercy had always enjoyed dancing herself, but her father had always found some way to ruin her evening whenever she found herself a dance partner at any parties or events back home. He would often find some way of pulling them apart, though she didn’t fully understand what his problem with her being courted was until more recently. He had been saving her for himself. Just thinking about it made her ill, but she didn’t let any of these thoughts take her over right then. She had enough of them whenever they invaded her sleep, making her restless with nightmares and fear. She would give anything just to be able to get one night of sleep, free of such night terrors.
When she was with Keiran though, he had a way of setting her mind at ease and making her forget that her father’s men were out there, searching near and far for her. As they danced, she was so swept away by him that everyone else was practically invisible to her… including the brooding Lord Karstark and the very envious Catherine who was glaring daggers at her. Still, when she glanced away for a moment, she nearly laughed at the sight of Lord Karstark and the look upon his face.
”I don’t believe that Lord Karstark is used to rejection,” she mused, looking back up at her much more dashing dance partner. He was certainly a lot kinder as well, titles aside, it was clear why someone would choose Keiran over Lord Karstark. ”I can’t help but feel a little sorry for whatever woman he ropes into being his next wife.” Of course Mercy didn’t plan on being that next wife. She clearly had her eyes set elsewhere and her attraction to Keiran had nothing to do with wealth or power.
Still… she should stay away from him. Being friendly was one thing, but getting to close to the king could spell disaster. Her heart and mind were at war with one another, but her heart seemed to be winning so far.
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Post by Keiran M. Slater on Jun 9, 2016 20:58:11 GMT
”Now, Lady Scarborough, you should be appalled at even thinking of locking someone in a broom closet.” Keiran said, a grin on his face and a light in his eyes that hadn’t been there since before his parents’ deaths. He wasn’t the least bit upset with her teasing though, instead he rather enjoyed it… though if it were any of the other lady’s in attendance he probably wouldn’t have felt the same. It was odd, but from the first moment he had set his eyes on her she had been different; evoking feelings in him that he hadn’t felt before.
He danced with her easily, though it wasn’t something he did regularly… she was special in that way. ”Perfect? You think I’m perfect do you?” He smirked as he lead her in a particularly difficult dance step and then spun her before pulling her back to him. Keiran actually enjoyed dancing, he just hated dancing with women who were clearly out for more than just him. He needed a Queen, yes, but he wasn’t about to marry some woman that was in it only for the crown and the title that came with it. Mercy though, she wasn’t like the other’s and he honestly thought that was the main attraction to her… besides her obvious beauty of course.
”Actually, you have Athena to think for my dancing skills, I was her favorite guinea pig when it came to her dancing lessons when she was younger. I really had no choice but to learn.” The king admitted, though he wasn’t embarrassed in the least by this. He had quite enjoyed it, and besides, it meant that he wasn’t making a fool of himself right now in front of her and his subjects. Looking around though, he noticed that they were gaining more attention that he would have liked, everyone watching them intently instead of going about their own business.
It was highly inappropriate of him in the moment but he found himself wanting to pull her away from the party. Get her somewhere more private so that they could talk without the fear that too many ears would over hear them and untruths being spread like wildfire. Catching a scathing glance from Catherine, he knew that it wasn’t exactly a paranoid thought to have… knowing just how crazy she had gotten about him in the week or so that he had slept with her. Keiran almost shuddered at the thought of how obsessed she had come with him.
Keiran’s eyes snapped back to the beautiful face in front of his and then he glanced amusingly over at Lord Karstark, who was indeed looking miffed at being rejected in such a way by Mercy. ”Maybe he’ll get lucky and find a woman just like him.” He replied and tried to stifle a laugh. He wasn’t quite successful as he thought of the poor Lord getting stuck with some awful shrew of a woman who was worse than him.
Glancing around again, he spotted his chance to slip away with her relatively unnoticed as one of the more drunken men tried to show off and ended up falling on the end of a table, causing the plates and other things piled upon it to come crashing down on top of him. ”Come with me…” Grabbing her hand in his, Keiran pulled Mercy with him as he threaded his way through the crowd of people. He headed through the trees, down a path that had long since overgrown but that he knew by heart by now. He’d never brought anyone with him here before… not even his sister or Robb though he knew the latter knew of where his King disappeared to, it was his job to keep up with him after all. It was his own little place to retreat to and he was about to share it with this woman. Surprisingly it felt like the right thing to do, as if she deserved to know where he hid out when his Kingly duties got a little too overwhelming and needed a quiet place to think.
The king pulled the aging wooden door to the rundown old watchtower open and led Mercy up the spiraling staircase. He had to admit, it wasn’t the grandest of places for one of his status to retreat to… but it was where he felt at home the most. At the top there was only one other door and Keiran pushed it open before leading her inside. It was sparsely furnished, mostly with rugs strewn across the floor and a random smattering of pillows here and there. The window had been boarded over so that only slivers of moonlight managed to stream through.
He glanced at her, trying to gauge her reaction before he let go of her hand and moved to the small fireplace. Without much effort at all, he had a fire roaring to life in moments thanks to his gift over the element. ”It’s not much, but this is where I like to disappear to when I need to get away…” He told her, one hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously. Keiran wasn’t one to get nervous often, but he found himself worrying about what she would think of this little piece of him.
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Post by Mercy E. Valendrian on Jun 11, 2016 16:11:45 GMT
Mercy’s breath caught in her throat as Keiran spun her around and pulled her back to him, against his broad chest. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him being forced to learn to dance by Athena and laughed, the sound light and whimsical as it filled the air around them. ”You should dance more often. You wouldn’t want her efforts to have gone too waste,” she responded, never wanting to stop their dance. It gave her the perfect excuse to be wrapped up in his arms.
”One can only hope,” she responded, not even bothering to look over at Lord Karstark again, instead keeping her attention focused solely on Keiran, even as he looked around at the party surrounding them.
At his insistence that she go with him, Mercy’s brows furrowed and she followed after him as he led her by the hand. Perhaps she should have questioned his intentions to lead her into the woods, but she trusted Keiran. He had, after all, saved her from her father’s men. She knew right down to her heart that she could trust him with her life and so she didn’t question what his intentions might be, though he did peak her curiosity about where exactly they were going.
”I trust you know where you’re going and that you won’t get us lost…” Mercy teased, staying close to him and holding his hand firmly as he led her on. He of all people knew these woods like the back of his hand. When her eyes fell upon the ruins of the watchtower, they drifted upward, taking the structure in and observing it in its entirety. She was cautious as he led her in, but she didn’t protest, her curiosity and trust in him far stronger than any cautiousness.
It was dark, but she relied on his knowing eyes to guide her up the tower where she reluctantly allowed him to release her hand. As the light of his fire cast a dim light over the room, she could see more clearly and observed it with interest, walking around it slowly and taking in the worn and weathered details and the sparse decorations. Glancing over at him, she could see in his eyes that this place meant something to him. There was likely some significance to him taking her there and it wasn’t lost on her.
There was something she admired about the way he stood there, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. It gave her a glimpse of Keiran himself… just Keiran, not the king of Van’Ostgar, but the man he was beneath that. Sure, she had come to know Keiran on a more personal level, but this was different. This was deeper, like she was getting a glance at his innermost thoughts and vulnerabilities.
”It’s perfect,” she reassured him honestly, approaching him and the fire with a hint of a smile curving her mouth. She understood what it meant to have a safe place and somewhere that you could just be you and get away from the world. Being welcomed into his safe place was like being given a glimpse of his soul and she admired him for his ability to share it with her. In fact, she was flattered and felt her heart swell in response to this.
”You don’t bring people here often, do you?” she surmised, standing before him. The firelight danced in her eyes and it occurred to her that this was the most she had ever been alone with him… or any man for that matter. A blush stole across her face and heat pooled in the pit of her stomach, the sensation slowly spreading through her abdomen and between her legs.
Mercy had never felt this way about anyone before. Not that she’d ever had the chance to get close to a man anyway considering the possessive nature of her father. It occurred to Mercy that she should tell him right there, before it was too late and before she let herself fall too deeply for him. Looking up at him though, she lost the nerve, so afraid that he would shun her because of who she was. Keiran made her feel safe and she didn’t want to give up that feeling… it was something she hadn’t felt since her mother last wrapped her up in her protective embrace.
She was trying not to get caught up in her sinful thoughts, but she knew that he brought her there to be alone with her. There was no denying that, away from the gaze of the public eye, the urge to kiss him grew even stronger as her heart started to race furiously in her chest. She didn’t know where any of this was going, but she wanted it all. Mercy felt like a bundle of nerves right then, stepping into uncharted territory… but at least it was with a man that she trusted and she knew that she had a choice in all of this. With her father, there wouldn’t have been a choice at all.
It was so easy for a man of power to manipulate a girl such as herself into giving herself over to him, but the princess didn’t believe that Keiran was trying to manipulate her for even a second. Whatever was happening between them was mutual and she wanted to explore their mutual attraction… but she couldn’t. It was wrong and not because she didn’t want it or because society demanded that she be pure for her wedding night. She didn’t give a damn about that, not any more at least. No, it was wrong because Keiran had no idea that she was the daughter of his enemy. Even so, she didn’t move away from him, against her better judgement, her blue eyes gazing up at him and reflecting the fact that he truly meant something to her, whether he knew it or not.
Gods did she want him, but she couldn’t let this go any further without telling him. Not in good conscience, at least. ”Keiran…” she started to say, her brows drawing together. She had every intention of telling him right then and there, lowering her eyes from his almost timidly. ”I have to tell y-”
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Post by Keiran M. Slater on Jun 17, 2016 5:00:04 GMT
Perfect. There she went again describing something as perfect, though it made him smile to know that she felt that way. Keiran had watched her intently as she had inspected his little hideaway and had been secretly hoping that she wouldn’t find the place abhorrent. A bit of his nervousness lessened, bleeding off as he realized that she wasn’t running from him thinking he was some kind of primitive who preferred to have his surroundings much simpler when possible. Hell, if he wasn’t so fond of the bed he slept on each night he’d probably clear out his room and decorate it the same as this tower.
”Well I’m happy to have a ladies approval on the place I use as a retreat from the rest of the world.” Keiran said with a smile as she walked towards him and the stopped in front of him. With the fire at his back he could clearly see her as she faced him and he had to admit that she seemed to only get more beautiful the longer he looked at her, if that were at all possible. His uncle had been right that day, Keiran felt an intense need to make this woman his and not just temporarily like so many other women that he had gone through before her. As cliché as it was, Mercy was different and he felt that on a soul level. She not only appealed to him but his wolf also had taken a fancy to her.
A small amount of surprise crossed his face as she guessed correctly that he didn’t bring people up here… ”I’ve never brought anyone here before actually… you’re the first to see it.” Keiran admitted to her, not feeling the least bit ashamed as he set a hand on her waist and drew her closer to him. A blush crept into her cheeks and his wolf seemed to preen at her reaction to him… especially as he caught the unmistakable scent of her arousal. Of course it would be in poor taste to sleep with her, especially if he intended on her being ‘the one’… but he honestly couldn’t find it within himself to care about tradition and bullshit like that. Virginal brides… it was a humiliation to most when the sheets were collected to prove that they had, in fact, been a virgin at the point the marriage had begun.
Keiran saw her lips move, heard his name on her lips as he began to lean his head down to hers. He felt her lips move again as she started to speak but his lips pressed gently against hers mid-sentence. It was a soft, fleeting kiss and he pulled away just enough to look into her eyes before pressing his lips to hers again. This time his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her up against him completely as his lips moved against hers with certainty. He wanted her, could tell that she was fighting with herself over her own body’s reaction to him and, well, he was hoping to sway her into giving up the fight. Not that he would force her… but neither of them would leave that night regretting the outcome if she gave in he’d make certain of that.
After a long, hot moment he pulled his lips away from hers again and rested his forehead upon hers, looking into those deep blue eyes with his normal brown ones as he breathed a bit heavier than normal. A smile spread across his lips as one arm removed itself from her waist and his hand lifted up to thread his fingers into her hair. ”I have to admit, I’ve been wanting to kiss you since you so unceremoniously ran into me that day.” He told her, his eyes shining with real happiness and it was all because of her. She was his own personal miracle even if she wasn’t aware of it yet.
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Post by Mercy E. Valendrian on Jun 19, 2016 1:21:36 GMT
Mercy’s mind felt like it was going into overdrive. He was so close and it occurred to her that his hand was on her waist ad he was drawing her closer, but she didn’t know what to do about it. She couldn’t push him away, but she couldn’t just give into this… could she? When his lips pressed against hers, cutting her off mid-sentence, her thoughts were entirely obliterated and she was left with a feeling of shock pulsating through her body. His kiss was gentle and fleeting, but it set off explosions in her brain.
When he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, Mercy looked right back at him, her heart racing away in her chest and her eyes holding no lack of yearning and desire for him. Divines forgive her, but she wanted more and he was giving her just that as he leaned back in. This time, she met him half way. As his arms wrapped around her, enveloping her in his warmth and pressing her against his muscular frame, Mercy found herself melting into him entirely. Standing on her toes, her own arms wound around him, pressing their bodies closely together to the point that there was just no space between them.
She’d never felt something so intense. Keiran’s kiss reached deep into her heart and soul, enveloping her entirely and shielding her from the outside world. All that mattered right then was the two of them because nothing else even existed in that moment. Her body pressed against his, her lips seeking more from him as she ached in places that she had never ached before. The flush of arousal seemed to fill her from head to toe as she began to ache for his touch in intimate places, wondering how it might feel to have a man touch her for the first time.
Looking up at the king as he pulled back, her eyes were a little wide with wonder and she didn’t dare move away. She didn’t want to, in fact. His passionate kiss ate away at her defenses until she just about forgot why she was even resisting him to begin with. At his mention of having wanted to kiss her since she ran into him that day in the forrest, Mercy’s lips curved upward into a smile. Her eyes briefly flashed to his lips and she wasn’t ashamed to admit that she wanted more. The reality of kissing him was far better than any fantasies she had summoned about doing so in the past two months.
”I’m starting to think that you didn’t just bring me here to show me your hideaway,” she remarked, biting her lower lip briefly as he let his forehead rest against hers. Mercy was too weak to resist his temptations and she already knew that her mind was losing the battle against her heart. As he threaded his fingers through her hair, she turned her gaze down and let her forehead rest against his chest, soaking in every tingling sensation brought on by his touch. She wanted to memorize how even the slightest touch sent waves of electricity and fire radiating through her entire body.
”We shouldn’t be doing this…” From the way Mercy said it, it was clear that she didn’t give a damn about propriety anymore. Just because they shouldn’t didn’t mean that they wouldn’t. Her father could go to hell. She didn’t want to lose her virginity by being pinned to a bed against her will. She wanted Keiran, right then and there because she couldn’t imagine anything more perfect than that.
When she brought her gaze back up to his, Mercy searched his eyes for the reassurance that she was making the right decision and that this wasn’t just some ploy to get between her legs. Keiran wouldn’t do that though. Not to her, and she knew it. Though he didn’t say it aloud, he said it through his every touch and through his piercing gaze. She swore that this man could see right down to her soul.
Reaching to the back of his neck and standing on her toes, Mercy kissed him this time, kindling the fire that was burning between them until it was raging furiously. There was passion in this kiss and she held him tight as her sweet core started to throb for him, her lips parting ever so slightly against his to allow his tongue entrance. Mercy had never kissed a man before, but kissing Keiran just felt so… natural. She was growing so damn wet, wetter than she could ever recall being… then again, she had never been quite so turned on before.
It was when she felt his erection pressing against her that Mercy let out an almost agonized moan against his lips. It was a desperate noise, like every bit of her just needed to feel him inside of her. Breaking the kiss, her breathing was heavy, her lips burning and tingling pleasurably. ”I’ve never done this before…” she admitted to him, her face hot and flushed at he admission even though she knew it wouldn’t be a surprise. She obviously wasn’t one to partake in scandalous affairs… until now, that is.
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Post by Keiran M. Slater on Jun 27, 2016 16:34:44 GMT
Keiran smirked as he looked down into her eyes, "Maybe I didn't. Maybe I brought you here in hopes that I could seduce you." He was hadn't of course but it could seem that way to some. He certainly had jumped into kissing her quick enough... But he hadn't been able to help himself. She just looked so beautiful he'd been unable to resist the lure to kiss her. If anything he could say she had cast a spell on him, his wolf had certainly taken to her quickly enough. Even the way she bit her bottom lip just now had him aching for her, wanting to draw that lip between his own teeth.
"You don't sound too convinced," He whispered as she announced that they shouldn't be doing this. Of course they shouldn't, but that didn't mean that he was going to pull away from her and forget that this moment was happening. Someone would have to throw a bucket of cold water over him right then to convince him to walk away from her. She was so willing and ready, the scent of her arousal overwhelming him in a way that no other female ever had. To his wolf this was just another affirmation that she was his true mate.
His wolf stirred beneath his skin as Mercy brought her hands up behind his neck and stood on her toes to kiss him. Keiran's mouth met her's halfway, a groan slipping from his lips as hers opened and allowed his tongue to slip inside. As they kissed furiously, the intensity of their passion growing continually, Keiran walked her back towards the wall of the tower and didn't stop until she was pressed against it with his body pushing her into it. His cock ached to be inside her, already harder than ever and pressing against her in a way that made it hard to ignore that it was there.
His blood felt like liquid fire in his veins as she let out a sexy moan and broke their heated kiss. Her words, which should have had him slowing down, only added to the fire in his blood. His wolf howled internally that his mate was indeed untouched by another man and that he would be the first to claim her, and hopefully the only one if things worked out right.
Keiran pulled her lip between his teeth and dragged on it until it popped back, "I know..." he said softly having guessed at this for quite some time. The hand at her hip slowly lowered until he hit the top of the slit in her dress and his fingertips deftly slipped under the fabric. His hot mouth kissed and nipped down her jaw and throat and down her chest to the top of one of her creamy swells. He licked it and then nipped at it before using his other hand to slip her strap from that shoulder and exposed more of her breast to his gaze.
He could smell how much he effected her, her arousal like a fucking drug to his system but as his fingers teased at the soft sensitive skin on her inner thigh and his tongue flicked across her already hardened nipple he knew he had to allow her a way out of this should she want to take it. "Tell me to stop, at any time it becomes to much for you." He whispered against her breast. She was just so perfect, all of her... It'd be hard to walk away from her now, now that he'd had a taste of her... But he'd never want to take her if she wasn't willing.
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Post by Mercy E. Valendrian on Jun 29, 2016 2:49:43 GMT
Mercy wanted this more than anything, but that didn’t mean she was devoid of nervousness. As he backed her into the wall, her heart was racing in nervous anticipation and excitement, her entire body feeling like it was on fire. She was caught between him and the wall with no escape, not that she would ever want to escape this man. He was so strong and fierce, she was helpless when it came to him and the effect he had on her.
Looking back at him as he tugged at her lip, her blush only deepened at his words and her heart felt like it would race right out of her chest. Was it really that obvious that she was a virgin? As his hand slipped under her dress and his mouth kissed and nipped at the length of her neck, Mercy was lost entirely. He was the first to explore her body and she wanted him to continue, delighting in every kiss and every touch. Leaning back against the wall, she pushed her fingers through his hair and watched him descend and kiss the top of her breast before exposing it to himself.
It was the most a man had ever seen of her, but she intended on him seeing a great deal more that night. As his tongue flicked across her hardened nipple, Mercy let out a wild moan, her knees buckling beneath her and causing her to slide down the wall a little. His fingers teasing her inner thigh weren’t enough and just made her throb even more, aching to be touched by him and him alone. She didn’t want anyone else, she wanted Keiran. With each passing day she became more aware of the fact that he was it. There would never be another man that could make her feel like this.
”No,” Mercy moaned breathlessly, her arousal burning through her like a forest fire. ”Don’t stop, please.” She didn’t want him to stop… ever. She wanted to go on like this for the rest of eternity, his every touch setting off fireworks inside her brain. Mercy had always been afraid of losing her virginity, but that was before she’d known Keiran and before she’d felt such a hot passion for a man.
”I want you, Keiran,” she insisted, her heart swelling. She wanted to feel him deep inside of her, in a place where nobody else had ever touched her before. Never in a million years did she ever think that she would essentially be telling a man that she wanted him to fuck her, but there she was. So many men, such as her father, only cared about what women could do to please them, but Keiran had already proven himself to be the exact opposite. With him… Mercy actually felt loved.
His cock pressing against her just made things worse. She didn’t know what it would feel like, but she was too curious for her own good. Mercy wanted to touch him and to explore his body as he was exploring hers right then. Taking things a step forward, she slid the other dress strap off of her other shoulder so that both of her breasts were now exposed to him, her nipples taught and seeking his attention.
”Don’t hold back,” she said to him softly, wanting to experience it all with him. She didn’t want him to hold anything back just because she was a virgin. Mercy was prepared for the pain of losing her virginity, knowing that, so long as it was with Keiran, that pain would be well worth it. Pushing her dress down and off of her hips, she wasn’t satisfied until the fabric fluttered to the floor in a pool at their feet. It was her open invitation to him to take her right then and there, in his tower, where nobody would even think to disturb them. It was just the two of them and she couldn’t think of anything more romantic than that moment, whether he had intended it or not.
Completely naked before him, Mercy was flushed and needed to feel his skin against hers, needed him to push into her and fill her with his seed. She wasn’t worried about consequences anymore, just what was happening right then and there. The firelight danced across her bare skin and she felt no shame in baring herself to him. It was liberating, actually.
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Post by Keiran M. Slater on Jul 1, 2016 3:31:06 GMT
His pulse sped up as Mercy’s moan passed through her lips and her body slipped down the wall a bit from her knees going weak under her. It was definitely satisfying, knowing he could affect her in such a way. Keiran’s blood was practically boiling inside him, so hot that it felt like it might burn through his skin if it were to heat up any more. A shiver of desire rushed through him as she moaned again and told him not to stop. His wolf fought with him to take over and though Keiran was successful in pushing the beast back he knew there would be no going back once he took her, finally tasted everything she could offer him. He couldn’t stop his eyes from slowly changing, going from warm brown to glacial blue of his wolf.
Keiran groaned against her creamy globe, his eyes closing momentarily as she told him she wanted him and he nipped her generous breast again before pulling away and watching her expose her other breast to his hungry gaze. Gods she was sexy; a fucking temptress she was. There was no way in hell he could turn her down. Not as she bared herself to him willingly. He could smell her arousal coming off of her in waves and it only made his cock harder in his pants. Don’t hold back. Where did this woman come from? He swore more than once that she had been made specifically for him, if that were even possible.
”As you wish, Mercy.” He practically growled out as he watched her boldly push her dress off her body, watched the fabric slide down her skin and he followed it on its decent, taking in the new flesh that was bared to him. Keiran’s eyes raked over her, his gaze hot as he practically ate her up. His mouth watered with the need to taste more of her, all of her… every inch of this woman would be memorized by him. He would learn every part of her and where he could touch her and make her body burn like she made his.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he suddenly set his lips to hers, his mouth taking hers without mercy. His tongue pushed between her lips and tangled with her own for a hot moment before he weaved his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back a bit roughly. Keiran knew he should be gentler; this was all new to her after all… but she had told him not to hold back. His mouth pulled from hers as he nipped down her jaw and throat once more, his bites surely would leave faint marks come morning but he wasn’t in the mood to care. She was his, or would be… he’d make sure she could never leave him.
She tasted like heaven, his Mercy. His mouth stopped briefly at the base of her neck where he sucked roughly at her skin, determined that he leave his mark on her for every male to see. In this moment he was so evenly mixed, both man and wolf, Keiran didn’t know which of his thoughts were his own or his beast’s but he didn’t much care right then. Mercy was giving herself to him… a low rumble of satisfaction at that fact poured out from his chest before he could stop it. He hoped she knew what she was doing because it wasn’t very likely that he could stay away from her after this, after he got her in his system. She wasn’t like other women, she called to him… on a much deeper level than any other woman could ever dream of.
His mouth left her neck and traveled downward, his hand releasing her hair in favor of holding one of her large breasts even as his mouth kissed hotly between the two large mounds and then down over her stomach. Keiran began to kneel in front of her as his lips stopped on her mound. Just a few more inches and he’d have a taste of her cream. He nipped her gently there, careful not to leave a mark. He groaned again. ”You’re so fucking hot, I thought at first you were an angel, but you’re such a little temptress I’m starting to rethink that…” He spoke, his tone rough with need as his blue eyes looked up into hers and caught her gaze.
It was only then, when he had her eyes staring into his own that he lowered his mouth the rest of the way and ran his warm tongue over her soaked entrance. He wasn’t prepared for how good she tasted, one lick and he knew that he could take all night giving her pleasure there. His hand on her breast began to massage her as his tongue speared into her hot core and his other hand came down between her thighs to play with her clit, rubbing it as he fucked her with his tongue. His eyes didn’t leave her face, wanting to watch her as he drove her over the edge.
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Post by Mercy E. Valendrian on Jul 2, 2016 3:51:40 GMT
Her entire body felt like it was an inferno as his eyes raked over her body, devouring her with the intensity of his gaze. She noted the change of his eyes, but it wasn’t the first time she’d seen it. She didn’t question it though. Perhaps she should have, but right then, she was worried about much more pressing details. The growl that rumbled deep within his chest filled her with anticipation. This man was a wild animal who would devour her and she couldn’t help but feel so vulnerable with him. It wasn’t the kind of vulnerability that she was used to though and she found herself thriving off of it, wanting him to take her. Needing it, even.
She had little to no time to prepare herself for his kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with a relentless passion that made her never want it to end. Her naked body pressed against him, the fabric of his shirt torturing her as it rubbed against her taught nipples while robbing her of the chance to feel his bare chest against hers. Her tongue twisted eagerly with his until he pulled her head back with a roughness that made her gasp.
A shiver raced down her back from the tug of her hair and she relished in the sensation of him nipping down her jaw and throat. ”Mmm,” she moaned, biting her lip as he sucked at the base of her neck, thoroughly enjoying it and not the least bit concerned about the mark that he would leave. When Mercy had left Avaryn, the last thing she’d wanted was to fall for a man like this, but it was far too late to stop her descent now. She had fallen for him hard and she knew that she was his now. She couldn’t quite explain it. It was almost primal in a sense and not the least bit frightening like she thought it would be. Instead, it made her feel safe, even if neither of them had verbally addressed it yet. The mere fact that she was about to do this with him served as proof.
She shivered again as he released his hold on her hair. Her own hand came over his on her breast and she lifted her head off of the wall to watch him kneel before her. Just anticipating what he was about to do had her throbbing and yearning for his touch so badly that it almost hurt. His words made the color in her cheeks rise, her hand sliding down his arm that held her breast.
”Keiran- OHHHH!“ started to say, but in that very moment his tongue ran along the length of her hot pussy and she interrupted herself with her own wild moan. The sensation was incredible and almost too much for her to take. ”Oh gods.” Her breath was coming in faster, her heart racing as he fucked her with his masterful tongue. His mouth was hot against her entrance, the warmth so welcome and invigorating as she rubbed her hand up and down his arm.
Tingling sensations radiated through her core as she looked back down into his eyes, her free hand moving to her other breast and massaging that one as he massaged the other. ”OH, FUCK,” she cried out as he started to rub her clit. Mercy wasn’t one to curse often, but this was a scenario that called for it. Keiran was driving her wild, pushing her toward release fast and mercilessly.
She’d never imagined that a man could do such amazing things with his tongue. As her orgasm hit her, Mercy slid farther down the wall, crying out and gripping his arm tightly. Her head leaned back against the wall, her eyes closing in pure bliss as she cried out in ecstasy, her pleasure coursing through her entire body. The intensity of it left her trembling and she couldn’t take it any longer as her climax ceased.
”I need you,” she breathed, reaching down and threading her fingers through his hair before gently tugging at it to pull his head back. Kneeling in front of him, Mercy pressed her lips to his, tasting herself as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her kiss was long and hot but gentle in comparison to his roughness. That was perfectly okay though. She enjoyed his roughness… loved every second of it, in fact.
Breaking the kiss and letting her forehead rest against his, she was breathless and so damn ready for him. ”I need you inside of me, Keiran. I need you to fuck me.” She was practically whimpering with need as she tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head before tossing it away. Gods, just the sight of his well-formed chest and arms had her swooning, her fingers trailing lightly down his chest and abs until she reached his pants. A part of her was still in awe over the fact that they were really doing this, but she didn’t want to be anywhere else right then.
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