[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Keifer's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
I let out a low, tortured groan that was half-frustration and half-surrender. My self-control was hanging by a literal thread. I shifted, pulling her back against my chest, my body acting on instinct as I draped a heavy arm over her, my hand landing right where my heart wanted it to be. The softness of her breast under that silk was driving me insane
"Jay, please," I rasped against her ear, my breath hitching. "Angelo is literally five mattresses away. If I move an inch to the left, I'm a dead man."
I tried to just cuddle, to be the "good guy" she deserved, but my inner beast was clawing at the cage. I was needy—starving for her—but the stakes were "death by protective brothers."
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Jay Jay's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
He thought a cuddle was going to fix this? After I stayed an extra day just for this? Not happening.
I felt his hand on me, and a shiver ran down my spine, but I wasn't going to let him off that easy. He was being too careful, too "innocent," and it was making me even more of a brat. I turned my head just enough to glare at him in the dark, my pout in full force.
"Hands, Keifer!" I whispered-yelled, my voice full of mischievous fire. "I want it now. Move your hands or I swear, I will scream at the top of my lungs that you're trying to kick me out of bed!"
I narrowed my eyes at him, looking like a tiny, dangerous kitten. "Kuya Angelo will wake up, and he will literally eat you for breakfast. No salt. No pepper. Just crunch."
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Keifer's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
I stared at her, my jaw dropping. She was actually blackmailing me. My sweet, cute, stubborn Jay Jay was using my impending death as leverage to get what she wanted.
"You are a demon," I breathed, my eyes darkening as the "beast" finally pushed the "soldier" aside.
The threat of Angelo was real, but the fire Jay Jay was lighting in me was ten times more dangerous. If she wanted the beast, she was going to get it—even if I had to be the world's quietest monster.
I slid my hand lower, pulling her hips flush against mine so she could feel exactly how much her "stubbornness" was affecting me.
"Fine," I whispered, my voice dropping to a dangerous, velvety growl. "But if we get caught, I'm taking you down with me."
|Author's POV|
The room was full of snoring soldiers and sleeping girls, but in the center of the "fluff sea," the air was boiling. Jay Jay smirked, finally winning her battle. She didn't care about the risk, she just wanted her Keifer, and she wanted him now.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Keifer's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
My heart was thundering against my ribs as I looked at her. The "beast" inside was winning, but I still had just enough sanity left to know that doing this while Cin shouted about dumplings was a recipe for a funeral.
"Okay, fine," I rasped, my voice thick with a hunger I could barely mask. "But not here, Jay. Not with twenty people as an audience."
She crossed her arms, her lower lip jutting out so far it was a miracle she didn't trip over it. "Then where?" she demanded, the ultimate bratty queen.
"In our room," I whispered, my eyes darkening. "The private one."
The pout vanished instantly. Her face lit up with a grin so bright it could have woken up the whole palace. "Okay! Let's gooooo!"
Without another word, I swept her up into my arms. She let out a small gasp of surprise followed by a triumphant laugh, her arms wrapping securely around my neck. I moved quickly through the quiet corridors, the sound of our breathing the only noise in the dimly lit hallway.
When we reached the privacy of the bedroom, I set her down on the edge of the bed. The chaotic energy of the palace felt miles away now.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Jay Jay's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
Finally, some peace and quiet. I bounced slightly on the soft mattress, looking up at Keifer. The moonlight was streaming through the window, catching the sharp lines of his face. He looked different here—less like the person trying to keep everyone else in line and more like himself.
"See?" I said, brushing a stray hair out of my face with a smirk. "Much better than the hallway. Now, what was it you were saying before we were so rudely interrupted by talk of dumplings?"
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Keifer POV )̲̅$̲̅]
I looked down at her, the stubborn, energetic girl who had somehow managed to turn my entire night upside down. The "beast" I'd been talking about—that restless, protective side of me—finally felt like it could settle down now that we were away from the crowd.
"I was saying," I replied, sitting down beside her and catching her hand in mine, "that you are far too much trouble for your own good."
| Author's POV |
The door was shut, leaving the noise of Section E behind. For the first time all night, the air between them wasn't filled with arguments or distractions. Jay Jay had her private moment, and Keifer finally had her undivided attention.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Jay Jay's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
I didn't stay an extra day and risk a heart attack from Angelo just for a cuddle session.
I reached up, my fingers digging into his shoulders, and pulled him down until our noses were touching.
"Keifer, stop," I whispered, my voice firm despite the way my body was humming. "Stop looking at me like that. I'm not going to break."
"Jay, you're so peaceful... I don't want to hurt you," he rasped, his muscles straining as he hovered over me, his face tight with the effort of self-control.
I let out a frustrated little groan and arched my back against him, making sure he knew exactly how much I wanted this. "We've done this before, Keif! We've done it more times than I can count, and I'm still here, aren't I? I'm fine! I'm more than fine."
I narrowed my eyes at him, my pout returning in full force even in the heat of the moment.
"Don't be a 'good boy' right now, Keifer. I didn't ask for a good boy. I asked for you."
I ran my hands down his back, feeling the tension in every muscle. He was a beast trying to act like a lamb, and it was the most annoying thing in the world.
"Just do it," I commanded, my voice dropping to a desperate, needy plea. "Please. I want to feel everything. No more holding back."
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Keifer's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
Her words hit me like a physical blow, shattering the last of my resolve. I had been trying so hard to be careful, to be the man she deserved, but she was literally begging me to let go. When she called me a "good boy" with that bratty, defiant fire in her eyes, something inside me finally snapped.
"You're going to be the death of me, Jay Jay," I growled, my voice dark and low as the beast finally took the reins.
If she wanted me to stop being gentle, I was more than happy to oblige. I pinned her hands back above her head, my gaze locking onto hers. There was no more hesitation—only the raw, hungry reality of a man who was finally taking what belonged to him.
The second I pushed past my restraint, I felt the familiar, breathtaking heat of her. I slowly drove myself into her core, and even though we've done this at least eight—no, definitely nine—times before, it felt like the very first time. She was so incredibly perfect, every muscle of her small frame clenching around me as if she never wanted to let go.
The intensity of the moment was overwhelming. Every breath felt heavy with the weight of everything that had led to this.
"Jay... look at me," the words were barely a whisper, a search for some kind of grounding as the usual boundaries between us finally dissolved. The focus wasn't on the mission or the brothers anymore, it was just about this singular, undeniable connection.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Jay Jay's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
The air felt thin as I looked up at him. He finally stopped holding back, stopped trying to be the "good boy" everyone expected him to be.
There was a raw honesty in his eyes that made my heart hammer against my ribs. I had spent so long trying to prove I could handle his true self, and now that it was happening, it was more powerful than I ever imagined.
"Finally," the word caught in my throat, a mix of triumph and relief. "See? I told you... stop worrying so much, Keif." I wanted him to see that I wasn't going to break, that I wanted the real him, without the filters.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Keifer's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
A low, breathless laugh escaped as the tension finally snapped. "You're a brat, Jay Jay. A stubborn, beautiful brat."
The world outside the room—the palace, the mission, the looming presence of the brothers—faded into the background. For the first time, there was no careful planning, no hesitation.
The focus shifted entirely to her, to the way she challenged every bit of my restraint and won. As the silence of the room was filled only by the sound of our shared reality, the consequences of the morning felt a lifetime away.
As the first light of dawn begins to touch the windows, the reality of the situation settles in.
Pushing past those limits changed everything.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Keifer's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
The restraint I'd been holding onto for days didn't just break—it disintegrated. As I moved, I felt her clench around me, that impossible tightness that always made me question how we had ever done this before. It felt like a fever.
"Jay..." I groaned, the sound muffled as I buried my face against her neck, my teeth grazing her skin. Every instinct I had as a soldier was telling me to protect her, but every instinct I had as a man was telling me to never let her go. I felt her heart racing against my chest, a frantic, beautiful rhythm that matched my own.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Jay Jay's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
He was finally here—really here. No more "good boy" Keifer, no more gentle touches that felt like he was afraid I'd turn to dust. This was the Keifer I'd been craving, the one who looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the entire world.
"More, Keifer... ahh, more!" I gasped, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back, pulling him closer until there wasn't a single millimeter of air between us.
"Ahh...O God...keifer".
I wanted to drown in this feeling. I wanted the marks, the heat, and the weight of him. I wanted him to forget about Angelo, forget about the mission, and just remember me.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Keifer's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
"You asked for this," I rasped against her lips, my voice a low, dangerous warning that was already too late to heed. "Don't think I'm letting you sleep after this, Jay."
I could feel her smile against my mouth—that bratty, triumphant little smirk she got when she won an argument. She had won, alright. She had successfully turned the most disciplined man in Section E into a mess of raw need.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Jay Jay's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
I arched my back one last time, my eyes fluttering shut as a wave of heat flooded through me. I felt him—deep, warm, and completely focused on me. It was like a spark of lightning traveling straight to my soul.
"Kei–keifer...ummm".
Ahh, it was so peaceful, a dazed, happy fog settling over my brain. I lay there, completely still, focusing on every sensation, feeling exactly where he was within me. I felt full, claimed, and finally at peace. The bratty energy from earlier had melted away into pure, liquid bliss. I just wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped in his heat, hidden away from the world and my brothers.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Keifer's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
I collapsed against her, my chest heaving, my sweat mingling with hers. I held her tight, my arms wrapped around her small frame as if I could shield her from the very air. My body was spent, but as I looked down at her flushed face and her closed eyes, a dark, restless thought flickered in my mind.
I'm not satisfied, I realized, my heart still hammering a heavy rhythm against my ribs.
It wasn't that it wasn't perfect—it was. But one night, one moment, one extra day... it wasn't enough. The more I had her, the more the beast inside me demanded. I looked at the marks I had left on her skin, and instead of feeling finished, I felt a surge of possessiveness that made me want to start all over again. I wanted to stay in this room for a week, a month, a year.
|Author's POV|
Jay Jay drifted in a sea of contentment, a small, sleepy smile playing on her lips. She thought the battle was won, that she had finally tired out her soldier. She had no idea that while she was feeling "satisfied," Keifer was already watching her with a dark, hungry gaze, his mind already planning how to spend the remaining hours before sunrise.
The "beast" wasn't sleeping,it was just catching its breath.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Keifer's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
I pulled back just enough to look at her, my elbows braced on either side of her head. My vision was dark at the edges, my pulse still thundering in my ears. I saw her lying there, looking like a wrecked queen amidst the silk sheets, her lips swollen and her skin glowing.
"Aah... Fuck"
I should have stopped. I should have let her catch her breath. But that restless hunger was clawing at my chest again.
"Jay," I rasped, my voice sounding like gravel.
"You want more... or is that enough for you?"
I waited, my heart stopping for a second. If she said enough, I'd force myself to walk away and take a cold shower. But I knew her. I knew the fire in her.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Jay Jay's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
I opened my eyes, and the intensity in his gaze almost made me lose my breath all over again.
He looked dangerous—not the kind of danger that scares me, but the kind that makes me want to jump off a cliff just to see if he'll catch me.
He thought he was giving me a choice, but there was only one answer.
"No..." I breathed out, reaching up to wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him back down into me. "I want... ahh, more. Don't stop, Keifer. I told you, I want everything."
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Keifer's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
That was it. The last thread of my control snapped. If she wanted everything, I was going to give it to her until she couldn't even remember her own name.
"Careful what you wish for, Jay Jay," I growled against her skin, my hands pinning her wrists back into the softest pillows. "Because I'm not being 'the good boy' for the rest of the night."
|Author's POV|
The second round was nothing like the first. If the first was a reunion, this was a conquest. Keifer moved with a relentless, hungry energy, and Jay Jay met him move for move, her bratty defiance turning into a desperate, beautiful need.
In the kitchen, Eren was already waking up to start the early breakfast prep, completely unaware that in the room above him, the "Queen" and her "Soldier" were currently breaking every rule in the palace handbook.
The hours blurred into a storm of heat and friction. The room felt like it was miles away from the rest of the world, trapped in a loop of heavy breaths and the scent of the sea.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Jay Jay's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
My body was screaming at me. Every muscle felt like liquid, and I was pretty sure my legs didn't belong to me anymore. He wasn't being gentle—not even a little bit. He was a force of nature, relentless and possessive, taking every inch I gave him and demanding more.
I was enough. My physical body had completely given up; it was heavy, sensitive, and exhausted.
But my heart? My heart was a traitor. Even as I gasped for air, I found myself leaning into him, wanting to stay in this cycle forever. I had asked for the beast, and he had delivered, leaving me absolutely wrecked.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Keifer's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
I watched her through the dark, my lungs burning. I was tracking every tremor in her frame.
I felt a twisted sense of achievement in the way she clutched the headboard, her knuckles white and shaking. It wasn't just about going deeper and claiming her from behind,it was the intoxicating knowledge that I was the one who had pushed her to that edge, leaving her breathless and shattered in the best possible way
I watched her legs give way, a surge of possessive triumph hitting me harder than the act itself. It wasn't just about the physical toll, it was the way I'd stripped her down to nothing but her rawest needs. When I forced her to stay on her knees, hearing that first broken sob, it felt like I was finally seeing the real her—completely undone and entirely mine
Every time I hooked her leg over my shoulder, I wasn't just looking for a better angle—I was looking for that look of total surrender in her eyes. Seeing her struggle to find her footing afterward filled me with a quiet, lethal pride. I hadn't just taken her body, I'd taken her composure, and she'd given it up willingly.
After that? It was a blur of pure instinct.
Now, she was beneath me again, her skin slick and flushed. Her moans weren't even words anymore—they were small, broken sobs of pure overstimulation. I could feel the rhythmic trembling in her thighs, the sign that I'd pushed her right to her limit.
I leaned down, my chest heaving as I brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead. "Still want more, Jay?" I rasped, my voice sounding completely destroyed. "Or did the 'good boy' finally break you?"
Jay Jay let out a jagged, shaky breath, her eyes struggling to stay open. "I hate you," she whispered, though she was clinging to my arms like I was her only lifeline. "You're a... you're a Gago,I love the most, Keifer."
I let out a low, dark chuckle, kissing the corner of her mouth. "You're the one who let the monster out of the cage, princess. Don't complain now."
She shifted slightly, a small whimper escaping her as her muscles protested. "My legs... they feel like jelly. How am I supposed to walk to the foyer?"
"You're not," I murmured, pulling the covers over both of us and dragging her small, exhausted body against mine. "If you can't walk, I'll carry you. Let Angelo think whatever he wants."
"He'll kill you," she mumbled, already drifting off into a deep, bone-tired sleep.
"Let him try," I whispered, holding her tighter. "I already got what I wanted."
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Keifer's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
I hovered over her, my own body screaming with a hunger that refused to die down, even after everything. I looked down at her, and the sight stopped the breath in my lungs. Her core was a vivid, angry red—completely flushed and swollen from the hours of me being anything but gentle.
God, I really didn't hold back, a sharp pang of guilt warring with the dark possessiveness still simmering in my gut. I had pushed her so far. She was trembling from head to toe, her skin hypersensitive to even the brush of the silk sheets, and yet...
"Again," she whispered, her voice a broken thread of sound. "Keifer... don't stop."
I stared at her, my jaw tightening. She was exhausted, her legs were like jelly, and her body was literally showing the marks of my "beast" side, but she was still looking at me with those defiant, needy eyes. She was a brat until the very end, demanding more even when she could barely breathe.
I want to, my pulse jumping as I looked at her rosy, sensitized skin. I want to take her until the sun is high in the sky. But if I don't stop now, she won't be able to stand for a week.
I leaned down, pressing my forehead against hers, my breathing ragged. "Jay, look at you," I rasped, my hand hovering just over her hip, afraid to even touch her and cause more friction. "You're raw, baby. Your body is telling me 'no' even if your heart is saying 'yes.'"
"I said I-WANT-MORE,do it keifer,or o will bite you"she said it in her exhulated needy voice that really hard to deny.
"You win,you always win"
"Yeah, always"
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Jay Jay's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
I was drowning. My legs had gone completely numb, and I couldn't even feel the bed beneath me anymore. I was just a mess of tears and gasps, sobbing his name until my throat felt raw. I wanted him to never stop, to just keep going until there was nothing left of me but the marks he'd left behind.
More, Keifer... just a little more, my heart screamed.
"Ummm...Ahh"
My heart, which had been racing at a hundred miles an hour, finally let out a silent plea of enough. I felt my entire frame go rigid, my lungs seizing as I let out a long, shattered cry.
I felt it—that final, deep, warm rush that signaled he was finally done. My back hit the mattress as I let out one last, ragged scream of his name."KEIFER....."
I felt… empty. Every bit of bratty stubbornness had been drained out of me and replaced with pure Keifer. I couldn't move my fingers. I actually did it, I thought dizzily. I broke the soldier.
The heat in the room was suffocating, thick with the scent of their shared fire and the raw energy of a night that refused to end.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Keifer's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
I felt her legs give up, sliding weakly against my waist, her muscles too tired to even hold on anymore.
But even though her body was spent, I could see it in her eyes—that frantic, desperate hunger. Her heart was still screaming for more, pushing us both toward a cliff we were happy to fall off.
"Keifer—ah! KEIFER!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls, a raw and beautiful sound that shattered the silence of the palace. She was sobbing my name with every single breath, her head tossing back against the pillows, her fingers clenching the sheets until her knuckles were white. "Please—more! Keifer, please!"
"Keifer—ah! Keif... Iam done—" she sobbed, her voice a broken, beautiful wreck. She was crying out my name with every breath, her head tossing back against the pillows as she surrendered completely. Seeing her like this—shaking, sobbing, yet still reaching for me—made me lose my mind all over again. I didn't think it was possible to go deeper, but her screams pushed me to find a strength I didn't know I had.
[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅Keifer's POV)̲̅$̲̅]
I collapsed beside her, my chest heaving. I looked over at her, and my heart did a strange, painful squeeze. My "butterfly" was literally shaking—her small frame was vibrating with exhaustion, her chest still hitching from the sobs.
"You okay, butterfly?" I rasped, my own voice a total wreck.
She turned my head an inch. "I...I love you," she whispered, a tiny, sleepy smirk tugging at her mouth. "I told you... I'm fine."
I let out a low, tired laugh and caught her hand.
"You're not fine. You're vibrating, Jay." I pulled her closer, tucking her head under my chin.
"Go to sleep, brat. I'll wake you up before the brothers break the door down."
"Mmm... don't let Cin in," she mumbled, het eyes finally sliding shut. "He'll eat... my... dumplings..."
I smiled, closing my eyes too. "I'll guard the dumplings, Jay. And I'll guard you. Always."
As the sky turned a soft pink, the battle was finally over. The Queen was asleep, and her soldier was at rest.