^^Alastair you sexy creature^^

"When your past calls don't answer. It has nothing new to say."

Chapter 19

River's POV

"The moron just wouldn't stop fucking me!" Michael complains angrily while stuffing his face with a vanilla, whipped cake.

Lying upon a silver tray lay many kinds of assorted, expensive cakes. The maids had originally brought them for Alastair and me to eat for breakfast. However, about ten minutes into our breakfast time Michael has burst through the door spewing on and on about Keith and Alastair had so much as made a beeline out the door. Disappearing and leaving me alone with Michael and his muffled complaints as he ate Alastair's cake.

The moment Alastair had left, Michael had stuffed his face with Alastair's cake through declarations of Alastair's undeserving of such a sweetened good when he was anything but sweet after leaving his brother-in-law in his time of 'need'.

What his serving of cake had to do with his patience to listen to Michael's complaints was beneath me.

Alastair was sweet. He has been nothing but a gentleman the entire time I've known him.

"Someone needs to rope him to a pole somewhere and just leave him there. Stupid, moronic, dog." He mumbled through loud chewing.

"Was what he did so-"

"He doesn't know when to stop!" He exclaimed, lifting his fork up in exasperation.

"Why don't you tell him how you feel?" I asked, cutting a piece of strawberry shortcake. My favorite.

"I did," He sighed, "but he went off on a whole tangent on how his penis would fall off if he didn't get his daily dose of Michael, idiot."

"Well, at least he's affectionate?" I tried as I took a piece of the strawberry goodness and took a bite.

My eyes almost rolled back as the creamy, sweet taste engulfed my taste buds in a utopia-like feeling.

"Too affectionate," He groaned as he took another bite of his cake.

I tried to come up with a solution to his problem but I wasn't quite sure what I would do in his situation. Alastair and I still hadn't had sex yet so the idea of having sex every day was but a foreign concept to me.

"Talking about affectionate," he smirked, "How are you and Alastair coming along?"

"Good..?"

"Hmm," I took another bite of my cake, "how far have you two gone?" He asked.

I felt as my air supply got cut off as a rush of sugary sweetness went down my air pipe. I coughed through fits of gasping as Michael pat my back.

"Are you okay-"

"Michael!" I exclaimed.

"What?" He asked with a puzzled look.

"What kind of question is that?!" I squeaked as I managed to regain my normal breathing.

"A question your brother-in-law is allowed to ask," He declared determinately.

"Since when?!"

"Since so-called brother-in-law has been talking to you about his sex life for the past few weeks!"

"Because you wanted to. I never asked a thing." I crossed my arms.

"Why are you getting so defensive..?" He gasped, "You guys didn't have sex yet?!"

"Michael!" I squeaked as I covered my face.

"Aww, little, innocent River's virginity is still intact," he cooed.

"Michael," I squeaked as I swiped at his face, missing as he dodged my attacks in a fit of laughter.

"Aww, wittle River is embarrassed," he cooed with pursed lips.

"Micha-"

"Sugar!"

We both turned as Keith skidded into the room with wide, nervous eyes. His composer immediately relaxed as his eyes met Michael's startled form on top my bed with a plate of cake by his side.

He swept Michael into his arms as if he weighed as much as a feather, kissing him gently on the lips.

"Put me down, moron!" Michael pounded at Keith's chest as Keith smiled at him with a goofy smile, seemingly unaffected by Michael's attacks.

Alastair appeared from behind the door, ushering Keith out the door with an annoyed look on his face.

"See ya, cutie!" Keith smirked as he hurried out with Michael pounding away at him while screaming profanities.

Wow, good luck Keith...

Alastair sighed, slamming the door before approaching the bed.

"Thank god, they're gone," He said exasperatedly.

His brows knitted together as he looked at his now empty plate.

"My cake.."

"Michael ate it," I explained, "something about you being undeserving of it." I shrugged.

"Hmm," he looked up at me with a quirked smile.

Oh no...

He jumped onto the bed, pulling me into his arms as he nipped at my neck.

"Guess I'll just have to eat you instead," he teased, nipping down my neck as I giggled away and attempted to push him away. He could have been made of steel with the amount of progress I was gaining.

"Alastair!" I squealed.

"Aah, and even sweeter than cake," He sighed as he continued to kiss up my neck before brushing my hair from my face and bringing his lips gently to mine.

He nipped at my bottom lip with a groan as I whimpered into his mouth.

"A-Alastair," I whimpered as his tongue breached my mouth like a desperate thief.

He licked and sucked like a pro leaving me a whimpering, moaning mess beneath his muscular frame as he pushed me down onto the soft bed. His arms encircled my head like a protective encasing as he robbed me of my sanity and left me a puddle of goop under his passionate lips.

I lifted my hands, brushing them through his silky, raven-like hair, pulling as his kiss deepened.

"Aah.."

A loud crashing startled us from our heated moment. Alastair lifted from on top of me and peered behind him at a fallen redheaded maid.

"S-sorry, Your Highness." She stumbled her way back up with a nervous smile.

Alastair was silent as he watched her through narrowed eyes, "May I help you?"

"Oh!" She gasped, "I was sent here to give you this." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small square of parchment paper. He stood up from the bed as she handed it to his outstretched hand, her hand lingering too long.

My eyes narrowed.

Alastair pulled away from her lingering hand, opening the folded paper.

The air in the room seemed to tighten as Alastair read the paper and peered up at the maid with a crossed expression.

"You may leave."

She nodded and hurried out.

Alastair stared at her retreating figure before crumpling the paper and stuffing it into his pocket.

"What was that?" I asked softly, placing my hand on his stiff shoulder.

He turned around looking down before peering up at my small form upon our bed. His eyes shone with an expression I couldn't quite decipher. A mixture of regret, worry, and something else I couldn't quite read.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and stuck his head in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent as he left a small, butterfly kiss against my neck.

"What's wrong?"

Did something happen?

"No, no, it's..it's okay." Why didn't he sound sure..?

"Ala-" He cut me off with the soft brush of his lips against mine.

The moment his lips met mine I had forgotten what I was about to say. My brain when completely blank. The only thing I could think of was the soft brush of his lips against mine and the silky strands of his hair as it brushed through my fingers in a stream of silk and black ink.

The sound of buttons popping engulfed the room in a heated-like atmosphere as he slowly unbuttoned my nightgown with darkened eyes. He ran his hand down my chest, fingers straying down my chest as he pressed his fingertips gently against the curve of my v-line.

"A-Alastair," I gasped.

He silenced me with his lips as his fingers dipped into my undergarment. He brushed his finger leisurely against my member in a teasing-like manner as he nipped at my lip with a moan.

"A-Ala-"

"Shh," he cooed as he began to slowly pump me earning him a whimpered gasp. He took that moment to dip his tongue into my mouth, pushing me gently onto my back as he crawled like an eager predator on top of me.

His eyes were so dark. Like he was here, but not really.

"Ala-" I gasped as he rubbed his thumb against my head. An electric-like feeling ran up my legs and settled right above my groin in a tense, hot bubble. Just waiting to pop at any moment.

I looked up at his face. Blank. He didn't seem to really be looking at me. His mind was somewhere else.

I felt as tears began to weld in my eyes.

No.

His pumping sped up as I gasped.

No. I don't want to come this way. Not in such an empty manner.

My fists tightened against the silken sheet, knuckles turning white as I turned to look away from him, tears falling down my face in a silent stream.

"N-no," I choked.

I brought one hand up to his face, trying to get him to notice me. To stop. Blank, dark eyes peered back at me. Pupils empty as thoughts of others plagued his mind.

"A-Alastair," I gasped as I felt the heat rise to my pulsing member. A feeling I was familiar yet this time, different than others, I didn't welcome it. I didn't want to reach the height of pleasure under the cold eyes of my once warm lover.

No. Stop.

I wasn't in control. Again. Not again.

My tears began to burn against my reddened cheeks as I slowly began to feel my body loose control. My body shook as I tensed, biting my lip in an attempt to stop the upcoming orgasm.

His hand began to tighten in an almost painful manner as his pace sped up in a way that caused shivers to run down my spine.

"No!" I cried as I felt a bubbling heat pull me under, my vision filled with water as the last of my control crumbled.

Alastair lifted his hand to his mouth, licking my semen with an empty gaze before standing up, leaving me alone covered in my own cum, shivering like a fallen leaf. I hiccuped as the tears seemed to fall like an endless waterfall.

I felt empty. Like all my will had been sucked from my body, leaving me dry and boneless.

It reminded me of how I used to be. A submissive sheep with no control of his present, his future. Governed by one who had no care for him.

He didn't listen to me. He didn't even seem to hear me. Like an empty, glass doll. Doing an endless task with no thought to it.

I wrapped my arms around me as if holding myself together. But then again, that was exactly what I was doing.

Out of control. I felt like the control I had finally gained for myself had been ripped from my hands without notice. So sudden.

No. It was a one-time thing. He wasn't in the right mind he didn't-

'No control.'

That's not true. I have control. I'm no longer beneath my father's reign. I'm free now, free from the control of others.

I was but I no longer felt it. I felt like I was just stripped bare and forced to do against my will. I heard the water running in the bathroom as my eyes focused on Alastair's pants hanging on top of a nearby chair.

Curiosity took over me as I encircled my waist in a sheet and stood up from the bed. I reached into the pocket of his black pants and pulled out a crumpled note. I pivoted my head in the direction of the bathroom, making sure the water was still running before slowly flattening out the sheet of parchment.

Words began to slowly become noticeable as I flattened it onto the table. My face whitened as I slowly read the inked letter.

To Alastair my love,

Oh, how I've missed you so. Father has allowed me to return to the palace as we so longly awaited. I wonder if you miss me as I do you, but don't worry love. I'll see you soon and we can finish what we started.

Forever yours,

Feyona