She still bears my mark, the candlelight casting shadows on the indentations left by my teeth.
My next mark: her breasts. One of her dusky pink nipples has my name on it.
“My eyes are up here, Tegwyn.”
Slowly, my gaze trails back to her face, and there’s no missing her smirk. She reaches across, running her finger tortuously between my pecs. She gets in between my abs, brushing away the water there, then continues south.
The blood rushes hot through my head when she teases her finger down the V of my hips. I’m not going to last.
Any moment, I’ll pounce on her.
Finally, her finger finds my cock, and a growl loosens from my throat.
“Easy now,” she whispers.
My growling stops, replaced by a tick of my upper lip. This beast of mine is relentless, accompanied only by the thrashing of my heart. Without warning, she presses her palms to my pecs, grinding her cuntalong the base of my cock, and that’s when she rakes her sharp nails down my chest.
Fuck. Thathurts...
She leans forward, pushing her hardened nipples against my tender pecs, then whispers into my ear. “Now,I’vemarkedyou…”
Suddenly, she rises, water dripping off her body like music as she steps out of the tub, collecting her shredded clothes off the ground. I remain in a state of shock as she pads out of the cave stark-naked, tossing me a final look over her shoulder.
My heart is still raging, my rapid breaths bouncing off the cave walls.
She…markedme…
Slowly, I gaze down at my chest, spying the gashes she left with her nails. I’m bleeding, and I look back in her direction.
She is full of surprises. With a heavy sigh, I slump back against the tub, slipping beneath the scorching water to relieve some of the tension. I guess I will finish myself off then.
Ivy
Tegwyn woke me in the middle of the night, telling me he had a surprise waiting at the end of the tunnel. Should I be worried? Hopefully, it’s not revenge for marking his chest. If he thinks he’s the only one with claws around here, then he can kiss my derriere.
Oh, wait. He already did.
“Skies should be clear tonight.”
I raise my brow, gazing at the back of his horned head. “Clear for what, exactly?”
He glances over his left shoulder, oil lamp swinging in hand. “For stargazing, of course. There’s going to be a meteor shower. One you don’t want to miss.”
My heart rate spikes. I did always have a love for the stars, and I bet they’re even brighter in the cold, dark north.
We arrive at a fissure in the rock, and the moment I step out onto the cliff, a gust of icy wind takes my breath away. Yet the wind has nothing compared to the open sky. It’s like an artist’s canvas. I couldn’t even begin to describe the colours she used: indigo, mauve, violet, sparkling silver… The way the paint swirls and bleeds with just a single brushstroke. Not even back at home did the stars ever look so spectacular, so vivid.
Bright, shimmering clusters blink across the span of the night sky, and I soon forget which way is up and which is down as I free-fall into oblivion.
“It’s beautiful…” I whisper.
Tegwyn blows out his lamp, and we both gaze up at the sky now. A light streaks across the velvet expanse, and I jump. Then a series of others follow, and I can’t stop laughing. “This is amazing. Look!”
I point north towards a hazy pillar of red light. Several other pillars materialise with the first, growing in brightness and intensity until they stretch skyward. Then they dance, rippling across the night sky like a curtain of red, green, and purple, and I can’t believe it.
“The northern lights.”
Tegwyn confirms my statement. “That’s right. I was hoping they would appear tonight along with the stars.”
