Free Web NovelChapter 351: Invade me with your love
Julian let out a small breath, a soft smile touching his lips as he gazed at the stars.
His scholarly mind was already drifting back to the cold, white beauty of the North. He wondered if they could finally return home now with no more drama.
He didn’t want grand titles or the suffocating worship of the church. He just wanted to go back to being Lucius’s tutor—perhaps even opening a small academy to teach the other children of the Viremount territory.
He loved to teach; there was no doubt about that. It was the one baseline passion that belonged entirely to Kim Jowoon, the scholar.
His thoughts naturally drifted further across the border, wondering about the imperial palace. Cassian and Liora, he thought gently, hoping the Emperor’s children were safe and hadn’t fallen into deep depression in the grief of their mothers passing and their fathers nonchalance.
Then, he paused. A faint, amused scoff bubbled in his throat as he wondered, What is the Emperor even doing right now?
Word of the demonic surge at the Holy Empire should’ve undoubtedly reached the Viremount Empire days ago.
But knowing the Emperor’s ruthless, fiercely territorial nature, Aurelian would have simply looked at the map and declared it none of the Empire’s business.
He would only move his knights the exact second a single demon’s hoof crossed his border. It was so incredibly like him. So like Aurelian.
Julian gave a tiny, quiet hiccup, the residual warmth of the ale making his eyelids heavy.
He shouldn’t be thinking about the monster that made him go through hell. He hoped to never see him again if possible.
Suddenly, a thick, fur-lined mantle dropped gently over his shoulders. The heavy fabric instantly enveloped him in the familiar, grounding scent of the Duke—rich leather, winter frost, and pine.
"Lucien," Julian muttered softly, not needing to turn around to know who it was.
A pair of massive arms wrapped securely around his waist from behind, pulling Julian’s back flush against Alaric’s broad, solid chest.
The Duke rested his chin in the crook of Julian’s neck, his rough, deep voice carrying a warm, possessive quietness that belonged only to the two of them.
"It’s truly over," Alaric whispered against his skin.
His large hands tightened their grip around Julian’s waist, anchoring him completely.
Now that the cosmic mess was cleared, the loop was broken, and the sky had cleared, the predator could finally rest. Alaric could finally hold his man again without the constant, agonizing worry that a written fate or a hidden god was going to snatch him away into the dark.
They were finally free to write their own destiny.
Julian turned around in Alaric’s arms, his hands sliding up the smooth leather of the Duke’s vest to rest against his broad shoulders.
Alaric didn’t hesitate; he leaned down and kissed him. He kissed his lips—soft, sweet, and deeply passionate. It was the exact kind of kiss a man gave when the final battle was finally over, the weapons were put away, and all that was left in the entire world was the embrace.
Julian breathed into his lips, his heart fluttering with an overwhelming warmth as he whispered against Alaric’s mouth, "Hold me, Lucien."
For so long, across the days he spent in this white city, the terrifying realization of his soul being half of a deity, the revelation of their first lives, and the terrifying depths of the void, he had craved his lover’s touch.
"Invade me with your love, that is a siege." Julian whispered softly. "Powerful, unyielding... Devouring. Let us forget the world around us exists."
Alaric’s breath hitched, the raw, intense vulnerability in Julian’s confession hitting him right in the chest.
His sharp blue eyes flared with a fierce, burning light, and his grip around Julian’s waist tightened until there was absolutely no space left between them. Without a word, he lifted Julian slightly, stepping forward to carry him away from the cool night breeze of the balcony and into the dark, quiet sanctuary of their bedchambers.
He laid Julian down onto the soft sheets, his massive frame instantly hovering over him like an unyielding shield.
Alaric claimed Julain’s lips, sucked on them, smacked them and then intertwined their tongues, his fighting for dominance for the warmth his lover had to give, only to part breathless.
Alaric left Julian’s mouth, but the heat remained, thick and unbroken. He shifted his weight, his large, calloused hands sliding down to catch Julian’s wrists, pinning them gently but firmly against the mattress above his head.
Julian let out a soft, breathless gasp as Alaric leaned down again, this time starting a slow, deliberate descent.
He captured Julian’s lips in another long, deep kiss that tasted faintly of the sweet ale from the feast, before trailing his mouth down the line of Julian’s jaw.
Julian’s head tilted back instinctively, his eyelids heavy, a quiet shudder running through his frame as Alaric’s lips brushed against the sensitive skin of his throat.
"Lucien..." Julian murmured, his fingers twitching against the mattress where his hands were held captive. The hold wasn’t meant to restrict him, but rather to anchor him, a physical reminder that Alaric was entirely there, solid and unyielding.
Alaric didn’t answer with words. His mouth moved lower, trailing scorching kisses over Julian’s collarbone. With a fluid, practiced motion, his large hands left Julian’s wrists to grasp his blue robes, pulling the fabric apart. freewebnoveℓ.com
The robes pooled around Julian’s elbows, completely undoing the layers until his chest was fully exposed to the dim, warm light of the fireplace.
As the cool air of the room hit his skin, it was immediately chased away by the intense heat of Alaric’s mouth. The Duke leaned down, his lips targeting one small pink nipple.
He began to suck softly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before pulling it into the wet warmth of his mouth.
Julian arched his back with a sharp, low moan, his hands immediately coming down to bury themselves into Alaric’s thick blond hair, holding him close.
Alaric shifted to the other side, his tongue teasing and nursing the other nipple until Julian was completely breathless, his mind entirely hazy from the overwhelming sensory overload of the foreplay.
Every touch felt amplified after the long, agonizing weeks of distance and the suffocating pressure of the void.
Sensing that Julian was entirely undone, his body pliant and trembling beneath him, Alaric finally pulled back slightly. He sat up on his knees, his sharp blue eyes dark with a fierce, burning hunger as he looked down at his partner.
With smooth, deliberate movements, Alaric reached for the buckles of his own heavy leather vest. He unfastened the straps, discarding the rough leather onto the floor with a heavy thud, followed by the rest of his garments.
Stripped completely bare, his tanned and thick massive frame cast a dominant shadow over the bed.
Julian gazed at him with hazy eyes. This was his man, his lover and his companion for several hundred lifetimes.
He reached his hand up and Alaric caught it, bringing it to his lips and kissed it. freёwebnovel.com
"You are the only one who can handle my siege and not yield." He muttered. "I love you, Julian."
