Birthright

Chapter 27 - I’m right here - Lex PoV

I needed air.

And space.

And Ivy.

So I slipped away from the elders’ muttering and Jackson’s steady breathing, letting my feet take me down the dirt path that wound through the village fields. The sun was starting to rise, casting long golden beams across the wildflowers that dotted the grass violets, moon-petals, soft white blooms that only opened in the evening light.

She liked these.

I remembered that much.

I remembered the way she’d tuck them behind her ear, smile bright enough to shame the sun.

So I gathered them.

One by one.

A small bundle pressed carefully in my hands as if a single crushed petal would break me.

The path led me to her cottage: small, two-storey, ivy crawling up the stone walls like nature itself wanted to protect her. The windows glowed faintly from the lanterns inside. A warm, safe light.

My chest tightened.

I hesitated only a second then stepped up to the door and knocked.

Three quiet taps.

My heart hammered harder than it had tonight. The excitement on seeing her was causing a my trousers to become tight.

Inside, I heard soft footsteps, the slight drag of a chair, the rustle of fabric.

Then… the click of a lock.

The door opened a sliver at first, then wider.

And Ivy stood there.

Soft silver hair twisted into a loose braid, cheeks flushed from the fire behind her, goddess those eyes warm and bright and pulling every last breath from my lungs.

She saw the flowers in my hand.

Her lips parted.

Her gaze softened.

And something in me fell apart and rebuilt itself all at once.

“Lex,” she breathed.

My name sounded different coming from her.

Like a promise.

Like a home.

I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how ridiculous I must look battle-worn from training and dealing with Jac, sleep-deprived, clutching wildflowers like a lovesick fool.

But for her? I’d be a fool every damn day.

“I, uh… these are for you,” I managed, lifting the small bundle toward her. My nerves on over drive. What this woman does to me.

Her fingers brushed mine as she took them.

Electric.

Immediate.

Right.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “They’re beautiful, I’ve missed you so much”.

Not as beautiful as you, I wanted to say, but the words stuck. I can’t put to words how much I’ve missed her too.

And then she stepped back slightly, opening the door wider.

“What are you doing just standing there, Come in, Lex,” she said softly.

“You look like you need..something.”

Yeah.

I did.

I needed her.

She didn’t wait.

The second the door closed behind us, Ivy launched herself at me, soft, warm, desperate.

I caught her instantly, hands gripping her waist, her legs almost lifting off the floor from the force of it. It felt natural, like my arms had only ever been meant to hold her.

“Ivy” I tried to speak, but she buried her face in my neck, and goddess, I was undone.

Her heartbeat thundered against my chest.

Her fingers curled into my shirt.

My d**k was hard and throbbing.

Her scent wildflowers, warmth, home flooded my senses until I could hardly breathe.

I pulled back just enough to see her face.

Her lips parted.

Her chest rising and falling.

Her eyes shining with something that looked too much like fear and too much like love.

And she was so close.

So damn close I could feel her breath trembling against my mouth.

I couldn’t hold on any longer.

My control snapped.

I slid one hand along her jaw, tilting her face up to mine, the other gripping her waist like she was the only real thing anchoring me to this world. Her fingers tightened in my shirt, pulling me down to her.

I crushed my mouth to hers.

It wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t careful.

It was every moment I’d missed her, every fear of losing her, every instinct screaming that she was mine, poured into one desperate, consuming kiss.

She melted into me with a soft gasp, and the sound nearly brought me to my knees.

Her hands slid into my hair, holding me there, kissing me back just as fiercely.

It felt like breathing after drowning.

Like finally giving in to something I’d been fighting for too long.

My life didn’t just depend on it,

it belonged to it.

To her.

To this.

To us.

I broke the kiss only to carry her bridal style up the stairs to our bedroom. She was already undoing her buttons to make it easy for me. Goddess I loved this woman.

I got to the bed and gently placed her there, I tugged my shirt over my head, tossing it aside without a second thought. Ivy’s eyes followed the movement, warm and wanting in a way that nearly undid me, I could feel my underware getting wet, I’m not going to last long. She sat up just enough to slip her own shirt off, and for a moment we just paused breathing each other in, taking in the reality that this was happening, that she was here, that she was mine and naked below me.

“Ivy…” I whispered, brushing my thumb along her cheekbone.

Her hand slid over my chest, steady and sure.

“I’m right here, Lex.”

Those four words snapped whatever was left of my restraint.

I roughly undid my belt and slipped out of my trousers in record timing. My d**k sprung free, like it had been imprisoned.

Ivys eyes lowered, widened with a glimmer of mischief. She scooted down the bed till my hard length almost poked her face. She grabbed a tight hold of it and started pumping, giving the tip a lick, slowly putting her perfect lips around and sucking the pre c*m off.

“Goddess Ivy, I’m not going to last” I breathed out.

The little vixen had a smirk on her face.

“Then take me Lex, I’m dripping wet waiting for you to invade”

I didn’t hold back.