Caged By the Lich

26. Olvaar

26

OLVAAR

M y mind is endlessly consumed by thoughts of Astrid. Her fierce determination, quick wit, and undeniable beauty have taken root in my consciousness, refusing to let go. I find myself inventing reasons to seek her out, to be in her presence.

I spend every evening buried in her, every night with her in my arms, and it's not enough. It feels like I can't breathe when she's near. And yet, I can't stop thinking about what Kaz said.

You need to decide if you're bringing your new mate with us when we go to the southern territories. Or if you're going to return your prisoner to her father.

I've made no decisions, and I'm running out of time.

I shove the thought away as I wait for Astrid. Today, I've convinced her to let me train her in combat. It's a practical decision, I tell myself. She should know how to defend herself in this dangerous realm. But as I watch her approach the training grounds, my heart races with anticipation.

"Ready to learn from the best, little rebel?" I smirk, trying to mask my eagerness with arrogance.

Astrid rolls her eyes, but I catch the hint of a smile on her lips. "Let's see if you can keep up, old man."

Her sass ignites something within me. I circle her, assessing her stance. "First, we'll work on your form." She's had some lessons, but it doesn't come naturally to her, yet. "Feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent."

I move behind her, placing my hands on her hips to adjust her position. The contact sends a jolt through my body, and I have to force myself to focus. "Like this," I murmur, my voice lower than intended.

As we progress through basic defensive moves, I find myself constantly touching her - adjusting an elbow here, repositioning a foot there. Each contact lingers longer than necessary, my fingers trailing across her skin.

"Now, try to block me," I instruct, throwing a slow punch towards her midsection.

Astrid reacts quickly, her arm coming up to deflect my blow. I can't help but admire her natural grace and the fire in her eyes as she concentrates.

"Good," I nod approvingly. "But you need to be faster. Again."

We repeat the exercise, our movements becoming more fluid with each attempt. I'm acutely aware of every detail - the way her hair falls across her face, the slight sheen of sweat on her skin, the determined set of her jaw.

As we spar, I find myself getting lost in the rhythm of our dance. It's intoxicating, this push and pull between us. I'm no longer just teaching; I'm reveling in her presence, drinking in every moment.

I run Astrid through another drill, my eyes tracing the curve of her body as she moves. Her determination, the fire in her eyes, it's intoxicating. My mind drifts to our first night together, the passion, the intensity. I can almost feel her skin under my fingers, taste her lips on mine.

Fuck. I'm in too deep with this human. But I can't stop. Don't want to stop.

"Again," I command, my voice rougher than intended. Astrid nods, readying herself. She's a quick learner, her movements becoming more fluid, more confident with each repetition. It's almost too much to watch.

I've never gotten hard in a sparring ring before. But there's a first for everything.

She executes the drill flawlessly this time, her body moving with a grace that takes my breath away. Pride swells in my chest, mixed with a hunger I can barely contain.

"Excellent work, little rebel," I praise, unable to keep the warmth from my voice.

Astrid's face lights up, a genuine smile breaking through her usual defiant facade. Before I can react, she throws her arms around me, hugging me tightly in her excitement.

The sudden contact sends a jolt through my body. Her scent envelops me, her warmth seeping through my clothes. It takes every ounce of self-control not to crush her against me, to claim her lips right there.

As she pulls back, our eyes lock. The air between us charges with electricity, the tension palpable. I see the same hunger in her eyes that I feel coursing through my veins.

Unable to resist any longer, I lean in. Astrid pauses for a heartbeat, her eyes searching mine. Then, with a soft exhale, she closes the distance between us.

Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, all the pent-up desire from our training session pouring out. My hands find her waist, pulling her closer as she winds her arms around my neck. The kiss deepens, growing more intense with each passing second.

It doesn't take long until he turns into an absolute frenzy. She jerks at my tunic, and I let her rip it free before going for her clothes. My laces are undone, my pants shoved aside, and I groan as she strokes me.

Astrid's clothes hit the floor, a chaotic mess of fabric scattered around us. I can't get enough of her—the taste, the scent, the feel of her soft skin under my rough hands. She's fire and ice, pushing against me one moment, pulling me closer the next. Her nails dig into my shoulders, a sweet sting that only fuels my desire.

I grab her thighs, lifting her off the ground. She wraps her legs around my waist, locking us together. Our kiss is a battle, all tongues and teeth, a clash of wills. She fights for dominance, but I won't yield. Not here, not now.

I swat her ass, a sharp crack echoing through the room. She gasps into my mouth, her body grinding against mine in a silent plea.

"You like that, don't you, little rebel?" I murmur against her lips, my voice low and rough. "You like it when I hurt you."

She glares at me, defiance shining in her eyes. But her body tells a different story. I can feel the heat radiating from her, the slickness between her thighs. She wants this as much as I do.

And fuck do I love to use and abuse her body. I love seeing my marks all over her, knowing that everyone that looks at her will know that she is fucking mine.

I carry her to the wall, pressing her back against the cool stone. She squirms, trying to escape, but I pin her in place with my hips. My cock throbs against her, eager to claim her, but I want to draw this out. Like I always do. Like one day, I'll lose her so I need to savor it now.

I'm not convinced I won't.

I nip at her neck, my hands roaming her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. She cries out, a mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild.

"Fuck, you're perfect," I growl, grinding against her. "You were made for me, Astrid. Made to take my cock, made to scream my name."

She moans, her head falling back against the wall. Her eyes are glazed, her lips parted. She's lost in sensation, lost in us. I slide a hand between her thighs, feeling her heat, her wetness. She bucks against me, desperate for more.

"Please," she begs, her voice a husky whisper. "Please, Olvaar."

Fuck, I love hearing her say my name like that. Like I'm her salvation, her damnation. Like I'm everything she needs.

I guide myself to her entrance, teasing her with the tip of my cock. She tries to push down, to take me inside, but I hold her still. I want this moment, the anticipation, the hunger.

"Beg me, little rebel," I demand, my voice a low rumble. "Beg me to fuck you."

Her eyes flash with defiance, but she knows she's beaten. She knows she needs this as much as I do.

"Please," she whispers, her voice shaking. "Please fuck me, Olvaar."

With a thrust, I bury myself inside her. She screams, her nails digging into my back. I don’t stop, don’t give her a moment to adjust. I thrust into her, again and again, each movement a claim, a declaration. She's mine, every fucking inch of her.

I whisper filthy things in her ear, dirty insults that make her clench around me. She's my little whore, my little toy. She's the brat that wants to break and I dare her to rebel against me. I'd love to deliver more pleasure and pain.

Every time she tries to fight against me, I spank her ass, the sound echoing through the room. She moans, her body trembling with need.

"You feel so fucking good, Astrid," I growl, thrusting deeper. "You're mine, all mine. Fuck, you're perfect."

I can't get enough of her, can't get deep enough, though I try to shunt myself farther into her. I pinch her nipples, feeling her tighten around me.

She's so responsive, so fucking perfect. It's the only word I can think of to describe her. I kiss her again, our tongues clashing, our breaths mingling.

I'm lost in her, lost in this moment. Nothing exists but us, nothing matters but this. The world could burn around us, and I wouldn't give a damn.

As long as I have her, as long as she's mine, I have everything I need.

I grip Astrid's throat, feeling her pulse race under my fingers. Her eyes are wide, filled with tears that spill over as she gasps for breath. I slam into her, each thrust brutal, claiming her completely.

She takes it all, begging for more, her voice a ragged whisper. "Please, Olvaar... don't stop."

Her body trembles, her nails digging into my shoulders. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls clenching around me. "You like this, little rebel?" I growl. "You like being used, fucked like this?"

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes," she whispers, her voice filled with desperation. "Please, I'm going to come..."

I tighten my grip on her throat, feeling her gasp for air. Her body convulses, her orgasm ripping through her. I can see the pleasure-pain mix in her eyes, the tears streaming down her face.

It's intoxicating, this power, this control. I release her throat, the oxygen sending her flying higher, and lick the tears from her cheeks as I find my own release. Her body shudders against mine, her voice a soft whisper as she says my name like a damn prayer.

Fuck, this feeling. It's not just the sex, it's her. Astrid undoes me completely. My little rebel.

I'm addicted, completely obsessed. Kaz is right; I need to make a decision. This can't go on, this back and forth, this constant tug of war.

I pull out of her, my body still trembling from the intensity and keep her wrapped close against me. She fits perfectly, her body molding against mine. I can feel her heartbeat, the rise and fall of her chest. It's calming, grounding. For a moment, everything feels right.

I am so obsessed with her, so addicted. I can't take a breath that doesn't have her scent on it, can't think without her near. I can't live without her…

Because she is the only reason I want to live.

I thought I kept going for vengeance. I was ready to die at any moment along with my family. But for Astrid…I would do anything. Even stay alive.

But Kaz's words echo in my mind. And I know he's right.

It's time that I finally make a decision when it comes to Astrid.