27. Yera

Chapter twenty-seven

Yera

B efore I have time to stand up, Arrick growls low at me. I admit that making a show of swallowing his cum had its desired effect. I've never had a man look at me so shocked and wanton. He looks at me like a goddess who blessed him with eternal life. I intended to blow his mind—I guess I succeeded.

He slings me over his shoulder, carrying me out of the steaming shower, not bothering to turn the water off. "Hey, what are you doing with me?" I half-heartedly protest at his actions.

"You know exactly what I'm going to do with you, wicked creature," he says, holding me in one arm as if I weigh nothing. His body is stock strait, and I feel like I'm ten feet from the floor.

We're both completely naked. His skin and firm muscles rub against my stomach while he carries me sack-of-potatoes style. The world turns momentarily, and my vision shifts as he flings me onto the soft mattress. My head spins while I adjust to the new position. Now, with me on my back in the soft bedding, he moves over me like a predator ready to devour its prey. His inky black eyes take in every inch of my body as they roam over me and then focus on my face.

He is atop me, his heavy body slightly propped over mine so I can still feel his weight but not be crushed. My skin pricks when he lightly runs his lips over the arch of my neck.

He runs his tongue over my collarbone. "I love how your skin tastes," he purrs, moving further down my body. I gasp when he finds my breasts and sucks my hardened nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, god, that feels good," I say, curling my hands into his hair, careful to avoid his horns. A calloused hand runs up my thigh while he sucks and bites at my aching nipples.

His gentle fingers find the apex of my thighs and dip into the heat building there, soft and exploratory. I gasp again at the sensation of his coarse fingers rubbing my soft, eager flesh.

He looks up from his ministrations, propping himself up on an elbow. "Sorry, I just can't wait to taste you," he says, and I'm confused at first, but then I feel his fingers leave my parted legs. His smile is feline and devious; he takes his fingers, covered in my arousal, and licks each one clean. He growls low again, this time moving lower and holding my hips in a vise grip. Apparently, he liked what he tasted because there's no more teasing.

He kisses his way down my body, tender but frantic. His mouth hovers over my pussy, but he places a long, fervent kiss on my inner thigh before he takes all of me in. He looks like a man starved his entire life looking upon a feast .

His head dips down into my parted legs. My intense pleasure radiates when he takes his first long, exploratory lick. "Oh, holy shit," I call out while squirming in his tight grasp.

His head comes up for a second. "Will you tell me what you like? Let me know if I'm doing this right?" His breath tickles my skin, and I writhe a bit more.

"Oh yeah, keep going. That feels so fucking good." He takes another thorough lick, lighting me on fire again. Then he does the unexpected. His tongue dips into my entrance and moves inch-by-inch up my pussy like he's testing which spot gets the most reaction.

When he reaches my clit, my legs shake slightly from the slow, pleasurable torture. He rolls his tongue around the bundles of nerves, and my back arches off the bed. He lets out a small laugh.

"Oh, is that where you like it?" Another lick. "Because I could lick and suck this all night for you." He pulls my clit between his lips and gives it a gentle suck. My body jerks from the sudden rush of pleasure. "I can't wait to feel you come on my tongue." Another lick. "Just lay back, Yera. I've got you. Let me make you come." It's then that I realize that last rush of pleasure jolted me upright.

Relaxing my shoulders, I lay back into the silky bedding. All the while, his tongue is circling and sucking my sensitive clit. The sounds he is making are downright obscene. I've never had someone devour me so completely. My hips and body buck again when his pace increases. His movements are as frantic as mine. I roll my hips into his ministrations, increasing the friction. He is lapping so greedily at my pussy that I can feel my orgasm rising. "Oh shit, Arrick, you're going to make me come! Keep doing that." He growls and pulls me impossibly tighter to him, sucking my clit into his mouth and flicking the tip with his tongue simultaneously .

I come unglued, and my release barrels through me. My vision dances with spots as I try to blink them back and not pass out from pleasure. I scream his name, and he rides out my orgasm, greedily taking every bit of my satisfaction with him. I still can't see straight and just lay on the bed, panting to regain some semblance of myself.

Arrick's large body moves next to me. His skin has a slight sheen of sweat on it, making his white skin look pearlescent.

He pulls me into the crook of his arm, big doe eyes looking for any sign of discomfort. I just screamed his name in pleasure, and he still worries that I could be hurt somehow. I place a small kiss on his lips, tasting myself on them. We just lay there for a moment, basking in the stillness.

I run my hands over the corded muscles in his arms. They feel tense, like he just finished a workout. Out of nowhere, he rises from the bed, untangling his arms from my body and gently settling me back on the mattress. "Hold on for one moment. I'll be right back." He places a small kiss on my nose and disappears from the room.

He returns only to scoop me out of bed wordlessly. I squeal at the sudden disruption. "Hey, what are you doing?" He holds me tight, and all of my squirming makes no difference in his vice-like grip. He smiles at my futile efforts.

"Hold on. You're going to love it. I promise." He bends down and brushes his nose with mine. We move back into the enormous bathroom, where I'm placed back on the tile floor.

It's still warm under my feet from earlier. It might be warm all the time. This is an enchanted castle, after all.

Then I see it. The slight color change from deep black night to the dawning purple hue of early morning. Arrick has water filling the massive stone-carved tub, fragrant with soaps and oils. "You said you wanted to watch the sunrise from a bubble bath. "

"That I did." I sigh while raking my eyes over the sweet gesture.

Steam rises from the soapy water.

I can't help feeling the contentment that flushes my senses when I step into the hot water. Being here with Arrick and luxuriating in each other's company is incredible. At this moment, a sense of calm washes over me. But it quickly fades into guilt. I need to remember my true goal. I need to find my friends and get the hell out of here. We need to go back to our lives.

Arrick can see conflict behind my eyes while I gaze through the sainted glass. I am in a hot, bubbly tub with one of the most haunting, beautiful creatures I've ever seen, looking at one of the most incredible sights I've ever seen, and where the fuck are they? Who knows? That thought breaks me a bit.

A hand reaches for me and gently strokes the curve of my jaw. "We are going to find them, and I haven't forgotten. I want nothing more than to see the look on your face when we track them down."

He settles his body behind mine, giving me the perfect reclined position to watch the sunrise.

The brilliant pinks from the morning sun outline the clouds. Each panel of glass casts a faint pink hue in different shades. The bathroom lights with color as the sun blasts into the sky, turning the soft pink into electric orange and yellows.

A powerful hand starts gently messaging my shoulders, and I lean into the touch. His knowing hands circle the muscles on my neck and then down my arms.

"We will speak with Dia as soon as you are ready. Maybe she has some magic to get us to the village quicker." I didn't think of that. If anything, maybe the harpies could transport us back. A light of hope ignites in my chest. Making some powerful allies might be of some benefit. I wonder if the other Vaki could keep watching for them as well. It's now dawning on me that my excursion into the Stormlands will yield me some much-needed resources.

I relax further into Arrick's touch, knowing I'm better equipped now than I was before.

His thumbs massage deep into a tense knot between my shoulder blades, and I moan at the mild pain and soft release. "You'd better stop making those noises unless you want me to wring more out of you." Arrick's husky voice tickles my ear while his hands still stoke my skin.

"Yes, please." His hands move from my back and arms to my collarbones. They linger there momentarily before dipping into the V between my breasts. Rough fingers tease the sensitive flesh around my nipple, causing them to harden.

He can see the effect of his touches on my body and moves his calloused fingers to my peaked nipples. I moan again, feeling my core grow hotter and hotter with each caress.

I can feel his excitement building as well. His thick length is growing harder behind me, where I lay between his legs in the bath. I spin around, surprising him. "I want you." I pant out while crawling into his lap, needing to feel his hardness against my aching core.

He groans when I rub my slick heat against his stiff cock, and my body shakes with friction.

His hand goes to my ass, digging in hard and grinding me closer to him. His lips come to mine. The kiss is deep and desperate, his tongue thrusting into my mouth and tangling with mine. All the while, our bodies writhe in time with one another, intensely seeking penetration. "Wait, hold on." I break the kiss, and he looks devastated. "We need to move. Let's get out of the tub." Now, he seems confused. I give him a soft kiss before getting out of his lap. "Sex in water sucks, trust me." I am still panting from the contact. Arrick's eyes are wild with lust, but he understands my point .

However, he doesn't enjoy waiting. The moment I'm off of him, he stands and then picks me up by the ass, putting my hot core back in contact with his massive tattooed cock. He only moves a few feet onto a fluffy terry cloth rug by the bathroom entrance.

The rug is soft on my back, and the rock floor is still warm underneath.

Arrick's body hovers over mine, the head of his cock lined up with my wet entrance.

He bends over me, one arm propping himself up, the other under the back of my head, curled in my hair. He places a deep kiss on my lips while he dips the head of his cock into my slick pussy. "Fuck, you are so wet." He hisses at the contact and slides in a little deeper.

His hot length fills me inch-by-inch, sending pleasure bursts echoing through my nervous system. Arrick groans once he's seated to the hilt, his massive cock filling me thoroughly.

He pauses for a moment before moving, looking as if he needs to gather some resolve. I smile up at him knowingly. His cock pumps into me, raking my walls with the raised rune spells. Oh gods, I didn't notice that the first time. He's freaking ribbed for my pleasure.

In and out, slow, steady, and deep. I arch into his gentle motions, loving every inch of rapture he gives me.

He moves in deep again and stalls, blinking away what must be a building orgasm.

"Let's flip over."

He looks down at me, confused. I smile up at him, making my command clear. "Grab my ass and flip onto your back. I want to ride you." His smile at me is crooked and devilish. Before I can ask again, his big arms wrap around me, and he rolls me atop him perfectly.

He is still inside, so I take the opportunity and begin rocking and grinding on his length. His hands run fervently over my skin as I ride him, from my hips up my body to cup and squeeze my breasts. My head flies back when he rolls a nipple around his fingertips, that extra stimulation lighting fireworks in my core.

He's growling and moaning under me, shooting me hot, wanting stares and licking his lips. "I want these in my mouth." He emphasizes his request by rolling his giant palm over my peaked breasts.

"By all means." We readjust, and his body shoots up, so I'm rocking in his lap.

His warm mouth goes to my breasts, and he starts licking and sucking like my soft skin is the only sustenance he has ever needed.

My body moves faster, release building in my core. His massive cock fills me, lighting up every nerve ending.

In and out, in and out. He rocks his hips, thrusting into me in a steady rhythm. Then he moves his hands between our joined forms and brushes my clit with his fingers. I buck on his hands, loving the dual sensation of his cock working inside and his hands working outside. "Do you like that? Do you like it when I rub you?" He circles my bundle of nerves in time with his words. "You feel so good. You're going to make me come." He's not lying. I can see that he's holding back, waiting for me.

"I'm close. I'm so fucking close. Keep doing that with your fingers."

"I wish this was in my mouth." He stokes my clit again. "I could lick your pussy for the rest of my life." Oh god, his words. I'm in a frenzy, fucking him while his fingers rub my clit, and he continues to let that dirty mouth run. "You going to come for me, Yera? I want you to come on my cock again. I want to feel that sweet pussy milk me." It's there. My orgasm is dancing right on the edge. My walls start to clench and spasm. "I feel you. Oh, fuck, are you coming for me? You're so tight I can't hold off much longer. Oh, fuck, that's so good."

A shock wave of pleasure surges through my body. "Fuck Arrick, I'm coming. Keep touching me." I cry out in pleasure, and spots dance in my vision again. My body grasps and shutters around his. Wave after wave of pleasure rings through me.

Then his hand goes to my hips, lifting me slightly. Arrick thrusts in me fast and deep. I'm still clenching around him, and his movements become jerky and uncontrolled. He pounds into me, sweat beading on his forehead. "I'm going to come. I want to come in you."

"Yes, fuck me, Arrick. I want you to come in me, too."

His resolve snaps, and he thrusts deep and hard, spilling inside me with a moan.

I flop on top of him, feeling boneless. Our bodies are wet and sticky.

We lay there for a moment, tangled with one another. "You know what? For a guy who couldn't speak when I first met him, you've sure learned how to use your words," I say into his chest. Arrick laughs, causing my head to bounce up and down slightly.

"I've always known the words. I've just never had a reason to voice them." He kisses the crown of my head, and leans back into the rug, releasing his breath with a languid sigh.

Light pours into the space, the color panels from the stained glass turning the room into a kaleidoscope. Even in the garish morning light, my eyelids droop. The steady breath of the warm body under me lulls me, so I close my eyes for a moment—just one.

***

Arrick

I can't remember sleeping in a bed so soft. After Yera collapsed on my chest, I got us both off the bathroom floor and into bed.

My eyes fell shut when my head rested on the soft pillow. Now, light no longer pools in the enormous bathroom. The sun is well overhead, and a tinge of burnt orange is in the hue that usually signals a sunset.

Shit, we slept all day . Yera will not be pleased. She wants to get out of here and return to our original plan to find her friends and get them out. My heart squeezes in my chest at the thought. I look over at her still form, a tangled mess of white sheets.

My hand brushes her cheek, missing the feel of her even though she's right next to me.

Could I convince her to stay? No, I think not. The walls of the opulent room seem to close in on me, on my worry. Bending over, I nuzzle her flushed cheek with my nose, taking in her scent. I move to her ear, brushing the lobe with my lips. "Yera, my lovely. We need to wake up. It's almost evening."

She rolls away from me, muttering something inaudible. Then I remember she's still naked. Maybe I should wake her up in a more…pleasing manner.

I smile and growl inwardly at the enticing thought. Moving down into the crisp white sheets to find her naked, parted thighs, my mouth waters. Good morning to me.