9. Odette

odette

. . .

As I cautiously step into the room, my senses are immediately overwhelmed. The air is thick with a combination of sweat and musk. My eyes, trained to always maintain professionalism, are instantly drawn to the sight before me, confidently meeting him head-on, eye to eye. I fail miserably. Despite my prudence, I can't tear my gaze away from the perfectly sculpted male body in front of me.

He's stunning, a magnificent specimen of strength and male beauty. In my line of work, I've seen my fair share of attractive men, but never have I been presented with such a glorious sight. Each muscle is defined and chiseled, glistening as if it were carved from marble by a skilled artisan. But the sight that steals my breath directly from my lungs is his enormous cock, stiff and pulsing, jutting out and almost close enough to touch.

"Forgive me, Odette. I'm unable to control my arousal in your presence," Valek murmurs, his deep voice husky with desire. He moves his hand in front of his erection, attempting to conceal it from my view. His fingers are long, but even they cannot fully hide the impressive size of his sex. It throbs and pulses with need, begging for a release that only I can provide.

I can feel the heat radiating off of him, stoking the fire within my own body. I can't help but be drawn to him, my own desires mirroring his as we stand inches apart, close enough to touch.

"You can use that towel to cover yourself," I say, clearing my throat and gesturing to the padded table.

The room is specially designed for larger clients, with a wider table and reinforced supports. Valek looks over his shoulder before turning to face the table, quickly separating the center into two sections to accommodate his sturdy appendage.

My heart pounds in my chest as I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. My nipples harden beneath my tunic, betraying my growing desire, but I make no move to conceal it. The longer I'm in his presence, the harder it becomes to resist the pull of attraction between us. The gods seem to will me toward him, pushing me closer with each passing moment. And as much as I try to fight it, a part of me wants him to see me—all of me, completely exposed and vulnerable before him.

Valek does as instructed, arranging himself on the table with a fluid grace that belies his size. His powerful muscles relax slightly under the soft lighting of the room, an illusion of vulnerability that only adds to his allure. As he settles, I finally notice the nearly invisible slits where his wings are hidden. They twitch restlessly, a sign of the tension still coursing through him.

With slow, practiced movements, I approach Valek from behind, my hands poised above his broad back. The warmth emanating from his skin is almost palpable, stirring the air with a primal heat. I place my palms gently on his shoulders and start to apply pressure, kneading the tight muscles with firm, rhythmic strokes. Each touch is deliberate, meant to soothe and relax, but also to communicate my unspoken desire.

As my fingers work their way across his skin, tracing the lines of tension and strength, Valek's breathing deepens, becoming more pronounced. I move down along the contours of his spine, pressing at specific points to release the knots of stress and strain accumulated from battles long fought. The towel shifts slightly with each movement, teasing glimpses of skin beneath. Sweat drips off my brow onto the subtle curve of his well-formed glutes, but he makes no mention of it. Although I'm mortified, my lust is too great to tether.

"Does this feel alright?" My voice is a whisper against the quiet hum of the room.

"Yes," he replies, his voice low and husky. "Very soothing. Everything you do feels heavenly." There's a subtle shift in his tone that sends a shiver down my spine—recognition perhaps, or anticipation.

Encouraged by his response, I allow my hands to roam wider, over the expanse of his lower back and down to the powerful muscles of his thighs. With each pass over his flesh, I press slightly closer to the edge of propriety, testing his boundaries and my resolve.

Valek shifts subtly beneath my hands, and a quiet moan escapes his lips as I work a particularly stubborn knot on his hip. It's an intimate sound that resonates deep within me, evoking images best left unexplored during this professional setting—but this is beyond professional now.

I lean down closer to him, my breath mingling with the warmth rising off his body. "Let me know if you need more pressure," I murmur directly into his ear.

A tremor runs through him at my proximity, and he turns his head slightly to catch my gaze. His eyes are intense, filled with an emotion that mirrors my own longing. For a moment, we simply stare at each other, caught in an electric connection that pulses between us like a living thing.

Finally breaking the silence, Valek speaks in a voice thick with restrained desire. "And what if I need more of you?"

I pause, my hands stilling on his skin. The air between us crackles with unspoken tension. Swallowing hard, I make a decision that might change everything. Slowly, deliberately, I lean down until my lips are near his ear.

"It could be more," I confess, my voice thick with desire. "How much more do you require?" I've clearly lost control of my senses. The simmering desire coursing through my veins won't let me turn away and walk out of this room. My thighs are soaked with arousal I'm almost certain he can smell, and my pulsing sex aches to be breached, stretched, and conquered. I have no control. My powers are useless against the call to mate.

Valek turns his body to face me, and his towel slips slightly in his movement. Our eyes lock, and all pretense falls away; we both know what this is about to become. The room feels charged with raw energy as we gaze at each other. "Then let it be more," Valek says finally, reaching up to pull me closer.

I don't resist as he draws me down onto him, our bodies aligning with hungry precision. With the slight of Valek's enormous hand, my tunic falls away, exposing me entirely to his view.

He hums, licking his lips with ravenous intent. As our skin meets—fire against fire— all reservations burn away, and the intensity of our need prevails.

The will of the gods may be impossible to deny after all.