Alistair spun Evelyn around, pressing her against the door. "Maker you're beautiful, Evelyn. You don't know how bad I want you right now."
"Then show me, Alistair," she whispered in his ear.
Bending his head, Alistair brushed his lips across hers, a soft, light touch that almost wasn't there, and sent a rush of longing through her body. Tasting his mouth, her body relaxed against his touches. Her fingers clung to his jacket and every part of her body exploded in lust. He groaned, she moaned, and the kiss went deeper, harder, and rougher. His hands pressed against her back while she opened for the thrust of his tongue.
Evelyn molded against his body as their fingers went to work trying to remove each other's cloths. Before long, they found themselves completely naked, still pressed against the door.
Lifting her up, he wrapped her legs around his waist, holding her close to his body. "Bed?"
Putting her arms around his neck for support, she took in a deep breath. "Who cares?"
"I like the way you think, Evelyn," he said before twining his fingers in her hair, pulling her in for another long kiss.
Stumbling across the bedroom, Alistair sat her down on the large bed. His hand roamed down her body to found her wet, slick and swollen. Giving little moans of encouragement, Alistair swirled his tongue over her aching nipple. Evelyn's hands roamed across his broad shoulders. His kisses and licking were not enough, she needed more.
"Please, Alistair," she rasped, feeling his cock press against her inner thigh.
He could feel her warmth below him, making him harder with anticipation. She had been unexpected in his life, when he was about to give up on it all. And he was going to show her how it felt to be cared for.
Lowering his body down between her legs, he ran his fingers over her, stroking her in exploration. Rolling his thumbs across the swell, slipping into the dip between her legs. His finger moved inside of her as the palm of his hand rubbed against her clitoris. Evelyn moaned as he pushed his finger in and out of her body. Alistair saw the wince on her face and stopped his movements.
"Are you still uncomfortable from last night? Am I hurting you?"
She shook her head as she stared up into hazel eyes. His level of concern for her was unexpected. She stared up at him, biting her lower lip. Selfishness took priority over her discomfort. "No. It feels good."
Alistair smiled as he began to work his finger in and out of her slowly. Pulling his finger out, Alistair pushed back in with two fingers. Evelyn's eyes rolled back in her head, moaning loudly as she clawed at the bedding beneath her.
"You feel so damn good, Evelyn," he whispered.
His finger pushed inside her, filling her and sending her muscles into little jerks and spasms of pleasure. He retreated, pulled back, went deep, pulled back out to swirl moisture around her swollen clitoris. Lowering himself down, Alistair's mouth covered hers with a demanding kiss at the same time he pushed hard and faster into her, setting off a climax that she couldn't stop.
Grasping his shoulders with both hands, Evelyn let Alistair's tongue take her while she came with tight, shattering pulses. Her head yanked away from his to suck in air and let the pleasure take her under. For a long moment, Alistair held his fingers in place as he watched her, smiling as he saw the pleasure that he produced for her.
"Open your eyes, Evelyn," he said, staring down at her.
Her eyes opened slowly until she was staring up at him. Smiling, he held her gaze.
"You have made me a very happy man," he said.
Lifting her hands, she cupped his scruffy cheeks. "You've done the same for me, my lord."
Pulling her in for a deep kiss, she felt him nudge the tip of his cock at her opening causing her to pull him in closer. Her back arched underneath him as he slowly pushed deep inside of her body. Alistair found her inner walls clamping down on him, making him grit his teeth.
"Relax, dear," he muttered, holding himself painfully in place. When her eyes opened and stared up at him again, she bit down on her lower lip. "Ready?"
As Evelyn's head nodded, he lowers his body down, resting his elbows on each side of her head to try to prevent his weight to crush her beneath him. Pulling back, Alistair pushed back inside her in a nice, long, slow stroke, savoring the pleasure of her body around him.
"Please, Alistair."
Another slow thrust. Alistair paused, staring down at her. Her emerald eyes met his hazel, looking up at him. For a second, he lingered there, gazing down at her. Her hair fanned across the bed. The flush of her skin. The passion in her eyes. His name on her lips as she begged him. It took everything Alistair had not to fully take her right then, but he could not. He needed to show her how much she meant to him.
"Please," she begged.
Nodding, he began to slide himself back in. Alistair pushed into the smooth slick surrounding him, thrusting deeper inside her. Fighting the urge, he wanted to come, but he was not ready yet. She was not ready yet. Continuing his thrusts, he pushed in and out of her, faster, deeper. And then he felt it.
Her head tilted back against the pillows, her mouth opening in a silent scream, and Alistair felt her body tighten around him like a vice. Her eyes opened wide as she convulsed against him as her orgasm took over her body. He held her tight against her body until she was relaxing in his arms. Only then did he return to sliding his cock in and out of her.
"Breath, my dear," he whispered in her ear.
Placing soft kisses against her temple, he continued to move harder than before. His orgasm hit him hard when she tightened around him once more. His release jerked his body. Their releases hard, satisfying, taking over both of them.
Dropping to the bed beside her, Alistair pulled her along with him. Resting her body on top of Alistair's she looked down at him, a sated smile on her face.
"Thank you," she said, before kissing him softly.
"Don't thank me," he replied, smoothing his hands down her sweat soaked back to the curve of her bottom. "I should thank you, my dear. "
"For what, Alistair?" Evelyn asked.
He lifted his head from the pillow to kiss the tip of her nose. "For making me a happy...and extremely exhausted man. You are unlike any other. The Maker must have made you just for me."
Lowering her forehead to his chest, she chuckled. "You are drunk on wine, my lord." Lifting her head, she stared down at him. "I am sure there are much more well-bred women than I who can bring you the happiness that you deserve."
He rolled to his side to place her in front of him. Lifting himself up, he bent his elbow to rest the side of his head in his palm. "Maybe, but I wouldn't want them." He smiled when he saw the scowl on her face. "Well-bred women typically have nothing to do with me."
"Such a shame," she said as she raised her hand to run a finger across his lips. "Their loss, my lord."
He covered her hand that was against his lips, kissing her fingertips. "Now, wash up so we can eat, talk about how wonderful we are, and allow me to embrace you as we sleep."
"And do you wish to remain tonight? I would not want to blacken your reputation," she said.
"If anyone wants that crown I would be happy to give it to them if I felt they deserved it or would do better than I am. I am not conceited enough to think that I am best for Ferelden, but I will do all in my power to try to be the best."
Nodding, Evelyn looked at him. "I feel the same. It's a heavy responsibility we care, my lord."
Once they cleaned up and dressed into their evening clothes, Alistair sat with his back to the bed with her in front of him. His arms wrapped around her as she leaned her head back against his shoulder.
"Do you want me to go with you tomorrow? I'm sure your companions will keep you safe."
She nodded. "I'll be fine with Dorian and Bull. I'm sure Varric will want to tag along as well."
"And your brother?"
Shaking her head, she twined her fingers with his to bring them close to her lips. "No. I don't want Max anywhere near Luca. I don't like him even being here. I need to keep him safe."
"Not a fan of the older brother, are we?"
"No. Luca tormented me as a child and was worse to Max especially after his powers came in. Father made sure he was raised with everything he ever wanted. He was being groomed to be the new ruler of Ostwick." She brushed her lips over his fingertips. "I was a great disappointment being a girl and then Max being a mage that just put father on the path of ensuring that Luca took the throne. I was going to be sold off to the highest bidder and Max was going to spend his life locked up in the Ostwick Circle."
"And what does he want to do?" Alistair asked. "I mean, the Circles aren't in the best shape right now are they?"
She nodded. "Yes, I'm well aware of that since I have half of Thedas mages making Skyhold their home." She looked back over her shoulder at him. "But…you should know that don't you?"
"You have to understand my position, Madame Herald. The mages came in, took over Redcliffe, ran Teagan out, they were manipulating time…" He lifted her hand that he held and brought it to his lips. "I look back now and realize that my anger got the best of me. I should have taken the time to talk to you and worked out an agreement."
She pulled away and spun around on the bed so she could straddle his lap. Cupping her hands over his scruffy cheeks, Evelyn shook her head. "We can sit and discuss if's all night or for the rest of our lives, Alistair. We can't change the past no matter how hard we try." She smiled, chuckling. "Changing the future is one things but the past that's harder."
Placing his hands on her hips, he straightened himself to hold her against him. "I never did get the entire story about what happened with you in Redcliffe. And seeing that smile I'm sure it was an adventure."
Nodding, she said, "It's how I met Dorian."
He nodded his head, smiling. "Ah…yes. Magister Pavus."
"Altus to be correct. He's not a magister. His father is but not him." Lowering her hands from his cheeks to his shoulders, she shrugged slightly. "Dorian is a good friend and he helps me with Max. He's learned more from Dorian than he did locked up in that Circle."
"And is this what your brother wants? My mage advisor?"
Lowering her head, she chuckled. "That was the best lie I could come up with at the time. My father showed up unexpectedly with Seb. He was threatening to take Max away." Taking a deep breath, she lifted her eyes to meet his again. "Right now, I think Max is just playing it one day at a time. If he wants to leave, I won't stop him. I just want the best for him. I want him happy."
Alistair ran his hands beneath her gown across her bare back. His fingers lighting a path against her warm skin. "Isn't that what we all want for those that we care about? For them to be happy?"
"It is," Evelyn said as she moved her hips a little. She could feel his growing need once again building beneath her. "And what makes my lord happy?"
"Cheese typically," he answered quickly. "Mabari puppies." His hands moved back down her back to cup her bottom. "A beautiful woman in my arms, preventing me from falling asleep because she's seducing me into having sex with her repeatedly until I have no control over my body."
"Then I should move back down so you can sleep, my lord."
"Nonsense," he said, looking up at her. "I'll get plenty of sleep when I get back to Denerim. Until then, keep me awake and use me as you wish, Madame Herald."
She cocked an eyebrow, rolling her tongue over her lips. "To use you as I wish?" Leaning into him, he pushed him back against the bed, keeping her body against his as she stared down at him. "I can think of many things that I can do with you." A hand snaked down between their bodies until she reached his pants. Sliding her hand beneath his pants, she felt him jerk beneath her as her fingers glazed over his growing erection. "Or to you."
"I have unleashed a beast in you, my dear," Alistair said as his head pushed back against the bed, enjoying her touch against his body. Feeling his eyes roll back, Alistair caught himself holding his breath. "Who needs sleep anyway?"
"You do not look happy this morning, Cousin," Dorian said as he stood beside her. "I would think you would be smiling after the night you had."
"The night I had?" Evelyn asked, turning to look at him. "What are you getting at?"
"He means you and the king were pounding that headboard against the wall all night," Bull said, stretching out his arms. "Walls are pretty thin, Boss." He released a loud laugh. "Never took you for a moaner. Screamer but not a moaner."
Covering her face with her gloved hands, Evelyn released a muffled scream. "Sweet Maker!"
"Oh…don't be ashamed," Dorian said, patting her on the back. "It wasn't that loud the second – "
"Third…" Bull interjected.
"Ah yes, third time. However, I am quite impressed with his stamina," Dorian continued.
She stopped and spun on her heels to look at them. "Shut. Up!"
"Is there a problem, Inquisitor?"
The three turned to see Cullen exiting the inn. He walked in their direction, fully dressed in his red and gold cloak with the mane of fur around the collar.
"Uh…Cullen? Where's Varric?" Evelyn asked.
"He is tending to another task, assisting Isabela with preparations to depart," he said as he moved to stand in front of her. "I will assist with your safety during your visit."
Evelyn stepped forward, resting her hands on the pummel of the sword at her side. "That's not necessary, Commander. I'm sure that Dorian and Bull can handle this."
Ignoring the stares of both Dorian and Bull, Cullen moved closer to her until they were just inches apart. He could smell the scent of jasmine and oranges on her from the soaps she had used to bath that morning. Dressed in ill-fitted armor, it showed nothing of her toned physique that he admired. Her hair was pulled back in ornate clips.
He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked. How angry he was at himself for what he had put her through. How he wanted to tell her he was sorry that he drove her to another man. A man that did not deserve her and was beneath her. Seeing the sun cast a glow on her skin that made the words he wanted to say caught in his throat as he looked at her. But he could not say it no matter how much he wanted to.
"I have no doubts that they are worthy companions however I feel that having myself there will provide support for your cause."
Pursing her lips, she shifted her weight to lean against her left leg as she looked at him. "Commander." She inhaled deeply, straightened herself and squared her shoulders. She stared into his amber eyes, seeing how tired they were. The lines on his face from lack of sleep. There was a part of her that wanted to put blame on herself for his look but she did not allow it. She was still angry with him and last night's conversation just pulled the scab off the wound more. "I am going to advise you as I have these two, I do not need assistance with this meeting. This is personal, not Inquisition business." She turned from Cullen to look at Dorian and Bull. "Understood?"
Dorian glanced down at his fingernails, slowly nodding his head. Bull's response was a shoulder shrug and an apathetic "Whatever you say, Boss." She turned back to Cullen to see his lips parted to speak but he did not. He nodded his head, saying "Understood, Inquisitor."
"Great," she said. Turning, she walked away from the three men to grab the reins of her horse from the young stablehand that was patiently waiting for her. "Thank you."
"Pleasure, Lady Trevelyan," the young man said.
Mounting her horse, she looked at the others as they climbed up on their mounts. "The keep is inside the city walls to the west. We'll be there within the hour. With any luck, Luca and I will conclude this meeting quickly and then we can set sail shortly later."
"And just what do you think will happen at this meeting?" Dorian asked as he maneuvered his horse beside hers.
She reached into the small pouch on her belt and retrieved the letter sent from Luca to hand it to him. When she heard him laughing loudly, she turned to see him passing the letter to Bull. Before long, Cullen was handing her the letter back.
"And how does your brother feel about this?" Cullen asked.
"I spoke with him again this morning to make sure but he wants to remain at Skyhold," she answered. "He's been working with some of the other mages to continue studies for the younger mages that haven't been properly trained." She loosened her hold on the reins then wrapped them back around her hands again. "That is until he chooses not to. I can't keep him under my wing forever."
Cullen's head nodded as he thought of the young mage. He had done well working with the children that were still new to their powers and his herbology knowledge had been helpful with the healers. Having him at Skyhold was beneficial to all that was there.
"And of you, Cousin?" Dorian asked. "You're not actually going to allow this beast to plan your future?"
She shook her head. "Not for one minute." Glancing down at her left hand, she sighed. "I don't think that my mark is going away any time soon. I'll either be dead or my arm cut off before it happens. Until then, I will continue to serve my role as Inquisitor, defeat Corypheus and whatever weird shit that happens in the meantime. Until then, Luca can kiss my ass."
Cullen cleared his throat, trying to keep himself from chuckling. It was apparent that she had recovered from everything well. Her color was back, her wit and most of all her smile. Sadly, it was not him that was making her smile. Damn you, Alistair. And curse yourself while you're at it, Cullen. You did this to yourself.
He hoped that once they returned to Skyhold he would be able to speak with her again. Set things straight with her. He would be away from Solona. She would be away from Alistair. They would be able to return to their normal with the Inquisition. Maker willing, everything will return to normal once they return to Skyhold.
