26. Arrick

Chapter twenty-six

Arrick

Y era and I step into the grand room. She walks ahead, and I lean my back to the wooden door and lock the deadbolt down with a clean metallic click . I stay there with my back pressed to the carved surface, feeling the intricate etchings through my clothes.

My beautiful human walks the room, running her fingers over soft upholstery and down marble countertops. She clearly approves of our quarters for the night, but it's the last thing I'm thinking about. All I want is her. I would be just as happy sleeping with her under the stars, wrapped in one bedroll, her soft skin against mine.

She dips into what must be the bedroom when I hear her loud, excited shriek. She barrels out of the space with a massive smile on her face. "The bathroom is huge! And the entire south-facing wall is stained glass. When the light comes in in the morning, it will be so beautiful! Don't let me forget to take a bubble bath and watch the sunrise."

I smile over at her. "I won't, as long as I'm in that bath with you." Just thinking about her covered in soap, naked and against me, has my heart rate quickening. Her beautiful tawny cheeks flush a little at my words; I know she is thinking about the same thing. She nervously shifts in the door frame of the bedroom.

"Do you want to come to see it?" She gestures to the interior of the room.

I'm quiet for a minute, back still to the entrance, giving her space and allowing me to take her in wholly. My eyes scan the length of her body, and she shifts more. "Come here."

She leans in a bit. "What did you say?" She steps back into the main room, closer to me.

"I said, come here." But I don't wait. I close the distance between us faster than she can process the words. My hands are on the back of her head, tipping her face up, giving me complete access to her lips.

My mouth meets hers, and once our lips touch, I feel every nerve ending in my body light up simultaneously. Her soft, full lips give under my fierce, needy kiss. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and nip at it. She moans into me at that, deepening her kiss and parting my lips with her soft, pink tongue.

Her arms come around my neck, mashing her body against mine. My fingers run through the tangled curls on the back of her head, down her back, to the swell of her perfectly round ass.

I dig my pads into the decadent curves there, driving her even harder into me. Our need for each other grows more intense as each moment passes. In my haste to pull her as close to me as possible, I hoist her up so her full thighs can wrap around my waist. There isn't a place on her body I don't rub my hands over. I'm desperate for every inch, every bit of skin I can hold next to mine.

My hand moves to the gold buttons on her white shirt. I need more, more of her, all of her.

"Shit!" The moment halts like a broken carriage wheel when I notice the brown and red streaks I've left all over Yera's crisp shirt. She follows my gaze down the length of her torso, noting the new stains. I hold my forehead to hers, marred with frustration. "I'm so sorry. I forgot how dirty I am." We're both panting, but she holds her position still wrapped around me.

Moments before the harpies swooped in to save us, Kalevi and I were in full battle. Some creatures vanished at the hand of our magic. Some met our blades and didn't live through it.

I'm marked with their death, and now I've marked her. I breathe a deep sigh, resting my face over her shoulder and feeling the tickle of her curls on my forehead.

"Fuck, I should probably clean up before we take this further." That was the most agonizing sentence I've ever spoken in my life. She chuckles, her chest bouncing with the movement.

"Well, I'm not about to let you shower alone. There is plenty of room for the both of us." She unlocks her legs from my waist and slides off me. Holding my gaze with hers, her hands begin to unbutton the gold clasps holding her shirt together, and my composure almost snaps. "You'd better strip, too, unless you want to shower clothed." Her words seem to tease, but her tone is all hunger.

She eyes me like I'm prey when I move to unbutton my shirt. My body is marked with a few scratches from the fight earlier, and I see her note them and quietly assess the extent of my injuries. "Let's finish taking our things off in the bathroom." She pulls at my hand, beckoning me to follow .

"As you wish." When I step into the massive room, my jaw drops slightly. She wasn't kidding. The stained-glass window runs the entire length and width of the room. A stone-carved tub big enough for eight people backs right up against it, giving a full view of the emerald green mountains and gray churning sky.

There is no need for a tub tonight. I'm going to get clean as quickly as possible so I can go back to running my hands all over Yera's body.

Luckily, a giant shower sits on the opposite side of the room from the tub. A now naked Yera walks over, pulling a bronze lever. Water pours from the head of the showerhead like rain. Steam instantly starts to rise from the thundering spray.

I struggle to get my pants off as I watch Yera walk into the shower and disappear into the condensation. The heavy steel buckle holding my nudity hostage finally unlatches, and my pants fall to the floor with a thud.

"I told you this was great!" a hidden Yera calls out. I step into the shower. The rock under my feet is already warmed from the scorching water. That's one thing I've noticed about Yera since we've found each other: she can withstand an abnormal amount of heat. I wonder if all humans have the same tolerance.

Her soft hand finds mine, and she pulls me closer. "Hey, check it out." We walk over to the wall where canisters of different soaps and cleansing oils are fused to the wall. She pumps soap into her hand, running it through her hair and down her body.

"Oh no." I pull her hands from her skin and then fill my own with soap from the dispenser. "That's my job." I rub the suds through my hands, lathering them before placing them gently on her shoulders.

A long white line of soap shows stark against her bronze skin. Her chest slowly rises and falls as my fingers run over every inch of her exposed body. I rub between her thighs, and she stops me with a hand on my chest. "Oh no. It's my turn," she says greedily.

My hands go up in a show of surrender, and she gives me a light chuckle back and then extracts more soap from the dispenser.

Her hands immediately go to my chest, drawing long, sweeping lines over my torso and then my back, my arms, my legs. Oh, fuck, my thighs. She's moving agonizingly slowly up my legs. My breath starts to quicken when she continues moving south.

She looks up at me with a wicked smile on her face. Then, she beckons me down to her for a kiss. Our lips meet for a moment before I groan into her mouth because her soapy hand is now stroking my cock in long, languid movements. "You're going to be the death of me. You know that," I mouth into her ear.

"Is that right? So, if I put my mouth here…" She punctuates her words with a tight squeeze on my shaft. "…it will be your undoing?"

I gulp back, the knot forming in my throat. "Well, no, now that I think about it." I'm shifting and panting under her touch. "I would definitely want to keep living so I could lick you from head to toe afterward."

She smiles up at me again and then rises to kiss me once more before trailing soft kisses down my chest and stomach, all the while working my cock into a frenzy with her skilled hands.

Her mouth pauses before making contact, letting the rainfall shower wash away any lingering suds. Her warm breath teases my sensitive skin before I feel her plump lips press a light kiss to my shaft before her hot tongue darts out to give it a long, enticing lick.

She gives the other side of my shaft another lick before sucking my head into her mouth. "Oh, Gods. That feels so fucking good."

She moans something back at me, and the vibration sends lightning bolts of pleasure through every vein in my bloodstream .

My hands immediately clasp her head, steadying myself so I don't go over the edge too quickly. She works her mouth up and down over my shaft and then back out slightly to twirl her tongue around the head.

I have never experienced pleasure like this before. Watching her head bob up and down my hard length is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

She sucks me deeper this time, causing a hiss to escape my lips. "Oh fuck, what are you doing to me? You're going to make me come. You're a wicked thing." She laughs a little, my cock still in her mouth, causing those earth-shattering vibrations again. "Oh god damn, I'm not going to last long." I roll my hips a bit, feeling my release building. "I can't wait to fuck you. You feel so good." I'm a fanatic mess now; she is working me with her mouth and hands, gripping the space between her lips and the base of my cock. "When we're out of here, I'm going to throw you on the bed and lick you so thoroughly you won't be able to walk straight for the next week." She groans on my cock, and that vibration sends me over the edge. "Fuck, I'm going to come; you're going to make me come." I try and pull from her mouth so I don't spill into her if she doesn't want me to, but she grabs my ass tightly and sucks me in deeper.

I groan loud and low, spilling myself into her mouth. I can't help the short, ravenous thrusts I pump into her mouth as my seed slides down the back of her throat.

I'm left panting and satisfied. Until she looks up at me, smiles, and then swallows. I have no words for how that single action affects me. I'm paralyzed with lust, even though I just came. I want to make this perfect woman scream my name repeatedly.