Eternal Kingdom
Chapter Nineteen

"It sounds like Bastion is down the street, so I'll head home, my dear."

Lysander leaned over the couch, placing one kiss on either of my cheeks, then pecking my lips.

It felt strange for his lips to brush mine so casually, but the connection we shared also made it oddly comforting. It was as if the simple show of affection connected us further. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow night, right?"

"Yup. My place. I expect to be called 'chef' during your lesson, by the way." He said with a wink, making me roll my eyes exaggeratedly.

"And I expect to finally hear about who and what you are. I've been waiting ages."

"You're so dramatic, darling. Have a good night. Bye, little ones." He offered each of the twins a kiss of their own on the top of their heads before coming back for a second, slightly longer kiss on my lips. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of this." He whispered, his mouth still mostly connected to mine.

"Lysander." I said with a smile.

"You're right, later then. Bye, Aria." He stepped back and did a regal bow. Then he was gone.

"Are you ready for daddy to get home?" I directed at my babies who were bouncing excitedly in their walkers, babbling incoherently. Right on cue, the front door opened.

I couldn't help the flutter in my heart as I took in the scent of his Hugo cologne and body wash. He always made sure to shower before he got home, even though I couldn't think of a single time that he smelled bad. Even after he worked out, my wolf was attracted to his scent. Hell, especially after he worked out.

His face lit up as he rounded the corner into the kitchen where I had gotten up to stir the fried rice I was preparing for supper. I wasn't very creative in my dishes and mostly stuck to basic recipes, which was why Lysander had offered to teach

me.

He claimed that hundreds of years of eating the same things got old, so he learned a wide variety of dishes from an array of cultures. I had been eager to learn, but my main excitement stemmed from the fact that he agreed to finally share his history with me.

He was trusting me with truths the world had long forgotten, and I would be the only vampire or wolf besides him and Luna to know the real story.

Of course I had personally concocted dozens of theories as to who and what he really was, most of them while staring at the man himself.

He was far too powerful to be an average mortal, and had obviously been around for millennia. But he said he was alive and had basic necessities of survival, so he wasn't a deity in how I had understood him to be.

His abilities could somehow be passed along to me and he and his twin could both control certain aspects of their people's lives. They chose mates and royals and decided when and what they would conceive.

In conclusion, I had determined that none of it made a lick of sense and I would just have to wait to be confused the following day.

"Baby?" Bastion's voice broke through my musings and I turned to him with a loving smile. He returned it, gripping my hips and pulling me flush against his heated body to place an electric kiss on my lips. "Mm... What do you say we go for a little walk tonight after the twins are in bed?"

I shivered at his proposition, because I knew he was talking about letting our wolves out.

"I think Sella would like that a lot." I smirked, pressing my lips to his exposed collarbone as I tugged on his shirt. A playful growl sounded deep within him, his eyes black with mischief.

"Keep it up and I won't last until tonight." He threatened, turning me back towards our near-burnt food and slapping my ass. I yelped, but was mentally interrupted before I could scold him.

"Oh, so you want our mate now that your boyfriend is gone?" Sella growled scornfully. I flinched at her harsh deduction, forcing my eyes to focus on plating our supper instead of the man that I was betraying.

"Sella, please. I know you're angry, but you know why I'm doing it. You feel what's in my heart. You know how hard I fought it." I begged for her understanding, knowing that she would never tell Dorian without my consent, but still wanting her respect in addition to her loyalty.

"I know, Aria. I'm just worried about how this is going to end. I mean, you realize that you can't hide it forever, right? Have you ever heard of a lifelong affair that never got exposed?"

She made a fair point. To be honest, I hadn't really considered the long term effects of my agreement with Lysander. I just followed my heart. I somehow knew it would burn me in the end, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

Seeing him that way, hovering over me with the twinkle in his adoring eyes staring into mine, was irresistible. I couldn't fight it, and if it did happen to come out one day, I hoped Bastion would understand.

"I love Bastion. That's why I can't tell him. It was one thing for me to be with Rory, since he was my royal, but Lysander? Bastion can't stand him and had been worried about the nature of our relationship since the beginning. I spent so much time denying that there was anything going on that now I would just look like I was lying the whole time." Sella sighed.

"I know. I won't say anything. I just hope it doesn't bite us in the ass later. I don't want to lose him."

"Me either, Sella." I glanced up at my mate, who was placing loving kisses all over his daughter's face. "I can't lose him, also."

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"Where do you see yourself in five years?"

Bastion's chuckle reverberated across my cheek, blending with the noises of nature surrounding us. Crickets and the soft rustle of leaves.

"You sound like my high school guidance counselor." He retorted, tightening his grip around my shoulders and pulling me even further onto his prone body. I giggled at his comparison. I did sound ridiculous, but my conversation with Sella earlier really got me thinking about it.

"I hope you didn't treat your counselor this nicely." I teased, shaking my rear where one of his hands rested.

"Nah, I don't think Mr. Greggs would've appreciated the ass groping." He said matter-of-factly, before shuddering at the thought and making me clutch his bare chest in my laughter. The laughter died down and soon there was no escaping the thick sexual tension enveloping us.

My question never did get answered, because our naked bodies pressed against each other on the dense forest floor finally broke us.

Bastion's erection grew quickly, making my blood rush in lust and desperation to touch him. He was so unbelievably sexy, smelling like pine and desire.

I traced my hand down his toned abdomen, fingering every tantalizing dip in his taut skin and making him shiver until I finally got to his rock hard cock. He hissed when I wrapped my petit fingers around his girth, my palm stroking him firmly, up and down.

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"Baby." He groaned, his head falling against the dirt and his lips parting slightly to reveal a glimpse of his pearly teeth.

I didn't focus on his pleasure as often as I probably should have. Usually it was him worshipping my body, bringing me to the point of perfect ecstasy every single time.

He really seemed to be enjoying the way my fingers rolled the loose skin up the shaft of his steel rod.

*What would really get him moaning for me?*

Maybe if I talked dirty it would turn him on like it did me.

I bit back my humiliation with the sole goal of making this as sexy as possible for him. If I sounded like an idiot, oh well. The weight in my hand would be a good judge of how well it was working.

"Do you like how my hand is pumping your cock, baby? Or do you wish it were my tight, wet pussy?" I whispered sensually into his ear before taking it between my teeth and biting down.

His eyes flew open and he sucked in a ragged breath. He looked shocked at my dirty mouth, but judging by the way he was twitching in my palm, he was enjoying himself. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, a low grumble flowing through the gaps.

I jutted my tongue out to moisten my lips before dragging them down his muscular neck and across to his hard and pebbled nipple, still maintaining a slow and torturous rhythm with my hand.

"Is this too soft, Bastion?" I rasped his name, blowing onto the little bud before twirling my tongue around it. His back arched off the ground, his breathing picking up to a harsh tempo at my erotic actions. "I know how rough you really like it. You like it to hurt, don't you?" With that I tightened my grip and took a firm bite of his glistening peck.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed, his fingers twitching against my ass, telling me that it was taking all of his effort not to take control. I smirked against him, before climbing further down his rapidly rising and falling stomach, my teeth skimming him on the way.

"Do you want me to fuck you with my mouth, baby?" He gulped, rising onto his elbows so his blackened eyes could take in the sight of me pulling my lips to his manhood. "I asked you a question." I growled, sitting back and loosening my grip as punishment for his lack of response.

He whimpered, lifting his hips in protest.

I couldn't explain the satisfaction of having him at my mercy, but it was addicting. The sweet scent of my arousal was filling the woods as proof of it.

"Please, baby.” He begged, husky and deep, dripping with drunken lust. "I want your mouth so fucking bad."

My fingers clenched, my lips wrapping around his tip with more force than most men would prefer, but Bastion was loving it, his thighs tensing at the immense pleasure.

I could hear the curse words stumbling lazily from his lips and it was fueling me, prompting me to continue my desired assault.

I forced my head down further until he was hitting the back of my throat, nearly choking me and coating his cock in a mix of my saliva and his precum on the way back up. Even I had to admit that the sight was sexy as hell and the taste was heady and delightful.

I kept a steady beat, alternating between deep throating his length and running my tongue around the head.

His shoulders were trembling and I knew I was seconds away from him breaking his composure, so I sat back, releasing him with a pop and replacing my mouth with my hand. I wiped at my wet lips with the back of my free hand, smiling seductively down at him.

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"You taste so fucking good, Bast-"

And that was it.

In a heartbeat, Bastion had me pressed up against the rough bark of the towering oak. He gripped my wrists, guiding them to the trunk so I could brace myself before entering my dripping pussy from behind.

It was all so quick and dominating, drowning me in my carnal fantasies.

"Bastion!" I choked out, my breasts pushing further against the harsh texture, perking my nipples in arousal.

"Yes, baby. Shout my fucking name." He gritted into my hair, holding my hips steady as he drilled into me wildly.

It was overwhelming in the best way, feeling the aggressive manner in which he stretched my eager sex in our private forest. I felt vulnerable, exposed, and dirty, hoping the neighbors wouldn't hear the growls and moans bouncing between the trees, but also sort of hoping they would.

In addition to the excitement was the excess of stimulation to my nose and ears. In the bedroom, my senses could hone in on Bastion. Instead, I was encased in an environment teeming with life, awakening my nerves in a maddened attempt to take it all in.

But I couldn't.

My mind was mush as his cock repetitively rammed against my cervix.

"Bastion! I'm so- shit..." My legs gave out, but he held me up, supporting my trembling form with his large and calloused hands. I felt the sweat dripping from the tips of his hair onto my ass, attempting to cool my overheated core. But it wasn't working.

I was already past the point of no return.

"You're drenching my cock with your hot come, Aria. You're so dirty, enjoying being fucked against a tree like an animal." Oh gods. My ability to talk naughty paled in comparison to his.

With two sentences he had me panting, shouting my release with no regard to who could hear it. My shout turned into a howl as Sella fought to get to the surface, and he joined me, finishing inside of me with a violent thrust. Only Bastion could do this to me. He let me be an animal, wild and free in every sense. I loved it. I loved him.

He lowered my shivering body back to the ground, his own legs shaking slightly in the aftermath. His arms encased me in a loving embrace, uncaring of the dirt sticking to our sweaty bodies or the discomfort of the forest floor. After our breathing settled a bit more, he pressed his lips to my matted hair.

"This is what I see. In Five years. You in my arms, just like this."