“Well,” I reclaimed my flower from inside the fabric and held it up to my nose. “Calia said there’s an altar at the bottom of the waterfall. Let’s see what happens when we put them on it.”
When we reached the edge of the pool, I slipped off my sandals and toed the water. “It’s warm.”
Tor didn’t hesitate to strip off his clothes. My jaw dropped as he stood in all his naked glory, only the tiny flower fisted in his large hand. His cock was hard and standing at attention. The crux atop it equally ready for action. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll claim you again.”
I blinked. “Maybe that’s exactly what we’re supposed to do.”
He strode toward me, eyes burning with need. “What do you mean, my mate?”
Calia said we had to demonstrate our bond to the fates and tap into the depths of our desires,I said in our mind-speak.I pulled the crisscrossed fabric over my head, pealing it to my waist. Then, I pushed it over my hips and down my legs. When I stood naked before him, I resisted the urge to cover myself. I was not ashamed of my body, but I couldn’t say I was too comfortable hanging out in my birthday suit either.
That is a feeling we will soon remedy, little captain.
“Caught that thought, did you?” I frowned at him.
Only because you thought it so loud.He chuckled in my mind as he guided me to the water. “If I could keep you naked all the time, I would have it so.”
I rolled my eyes, but it was an exasperated affection for my cocky commander. Following him into the pool, I felt the bottom slope as it gradually declined. I took his flower from him and held his and mine above the waterline to be safe. I didn’t know what would happen if they got wet.Though I suppose it will when we place it on the altar.
“Let’s find out.” Tor bade me come to him. “Wrap your legs around me. Your tall, but I believe it will go over your head as we get closer.”
He was right. As we waded through the pool, it deepened in the middle toward the base of the falls. Only Tor’s head and the tops of his shoulders remained above the water. He kept me above it with a firm grip on my ass. I held the flowers safe.
“There it is.” I motioned toward a slab hidden by the curtain of water from the falls. I caught a glimpse of it as the water separated for a second. The altar was no bigger than my arm, but it rested just behind where the falls met the pool.
“We’ll have to go through it.”
I cupped the flowers to my chest, protecting them as best as I could with my hands. “Do it.”
Tor cut powerful strides through the water. I held my breath as we ducked under the falls. The shock of water was surprisingly refreshing, even as it soaked my hair. I shook the drops from my eyes and checked on the flowers. Their golden petals glistened with droplets, but they didn’t wilt. “They seem okay.”
“Good, put them there.” Carrying me to the altar, Tor hoisted me higher.
The slab was an unadorned piece of stone. It sat behind the falls, safe from its splashes and dry as a bone on top. I placed both flowers in the middle, then dropped into the water with Tor. Waiting with held breath, we stared at the flowers.
Nothing happened.
As Tor held me in his embrace, my legs around his waist and arms about his neck, I knew my earlier assessment was right. My body heated, even in the comfortable warmth of the water. “Whatever is meant to happen with those flowers,” I palmed his cheek, looking into his captivating eyes, “it won’t until we prove our bond.”
“Then, let us give the fates a show, little captain.” He glided toward a shallow part of the pool behind the falls.
My heart picked up the rhythm of the rushing water, my desire for him growing with every beat. “You know, I think I’m starting to like when you call me that, cocky commander.”
He barked a laugh. “That’s good,” he fisted my hair and pulled my head back, “because I don’t intend to stop.” His teeth scraped my neck along the tender spot where it met my shoulder. He bit down just enough for me to squirm in his hold. He squeezed my ass.Don’t move, my ljona.Licking the spot where he bit, he worked a path to my ear.Your skin is meant to bear my marks.
My legs tightened around his waist.Then, mark me.
He doubled his efforts at my words, nipping and licking my neck, then my collarbone and at last my breasts. I thrust them up into his seeking mouth, the water splashing around us. When he sucked on the side, leaving his mark, I moaned.More.He did it again, and again, leaving love bites in his wake. My nipples were hard and aching, but he did not leave me wanting. Laving them with attention, he used that amazing tongue of his to vibrate against the tips.
“Oh yes!” My hips began a seeking rhythm beneath the water.
“I must have you, my mate. Or you ready?” He moved me to a shallow bed where my shoulders rested against the incline of the pool while my hips and ass remained underwater.
Yes, so ready.I moaned, needing him inside me.
I’ve picture taking you while speaking in your mind.He knelt in the water. His cock-head angled to my pussy.I want to feel you clench those tight pussy walls around me.He thrust inside slowly, opening me to his invasion.You take me so well, Jane.
Tor.Even my inner voice was hot and needy. But his words in my head amped up my desire. I didn’t think I could want him more, but my body said otherwise.Fuck me, please.I was beyond caring about begging. I wanted everything he could give me and more.
