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I sighed and moved to the side of the tub, setting the soap in a small tray fastened to its lip. “Dmitri terrifies me. Magnus doesn’t really care about me. I have no skills, nothing that sets me apart from anyone else. My own father turned his back on me instead of—”
I stopped. I couldn’t believe I’d been about to confess the sickest secret of my life to a man I’d only just met.
“You have powerful friends,” Hayk told me, still pumping, steam from the heated water floating between us. “You just spent, what, two months in the eastern forest? You’ve traveled the length and breadth of the frontier. And you’re gorgeous.”
“Stop, I’m not,” I grumbled, turning away from him so I could fetch a towel.
“Oh, and you have no idea how desirable you are,” Hayk went on. “It’s not modesty, because the way you put yourself down is starting to piss me off, but it’s kind of sweet.”
I snapped back to him with a scowl. “I’m not putting myself down, I’m being realistic.”
Hayk laughed again and straightened, shaking his head. “Thank the Goddess you and I met when we did,” he said, leaving the pump. “The situation is worse than I initially thought. In fact, I’d say it’s an emergency.”
I was completely lost. “What are you talking about?” I said, frowning and irritated. “And there isn’t a goddess, only a god.”
Hayk tilted his head to the side and made a noncommittal sound as he shrugged out of his outer tunic. “God is both sexes and neither,” he said. “And I worship the god of sex, so I can call her whatever I want. But you’re missing the point. Strip.”
“I beg your pardon?” I balked.
I also stared openly as Hayk tugged at the drawstring of his trousers and let them drop to his feet so he could kick them off. Leave it to a whore to be able to undress in seconds flat.
Not that I was complaining. In fact, I sucked in a breath and couldn’t drag my gaze away from Hayk’s body as he rested his hands on his hips. His body was toned and tan. He was a perfect specimen of masculinity, from his hairless chest and narrow waist to his larger than usual balls and thick cock. He was already half hard too, which had my prick twitching with interest.
“You can do more than just look, you know,” Hayk said with a wicked smile and heat in his eyes. “You can touch as much as you’d like. Or taste. I’m all yours.”
“I couldn’t…I wouldn’t dare…it wouldn’t be right,” I stammered, unable to stop looking.
“Why wouldn’t it be right?” Hayk said as he stepped into the tub. He clearly thought I was some sort of ridiculous prude. “Bodies were made for giving and receiving pleasure. Why wouldn’t it be right for the two of us to enjoy each other, since we obviously want to?”
“I…it isn’t…I can’t….”
Hayk sent me a flat look as he stood in the bathtub, then he held out his hand. “Come on. Strip, then get in the tub with me.”
“You want to take a bath with me?” I finally managed to stop looking at his cock and to focus on his eyes. Everyone seemed to want to bathe with me these days.
“That would be the reason I ran the bath and why I’m standing in it, yes,” Hayk said with exaggerated patience. I could tell he was teasing me, though. And not in a bad or a mean way. “Besides,” he went on with a shrug. “I’ve had my hand around your cock already. I’d like to get a look at it now, if you don’t mind.”
I did mind.
Except, maybe I didn’t.
I didn’t know what to do. The war inside me was ten times fiercer and more confusing than any war between the Old Realm and the frontier. I wanted to get naked and splash around in the tub with Hayk more than anything I could think of. He was unlike anyone I’d ever met, and he wanted me.
So what was holding me back? Why did I feel like I was some sort of degenerate for wanting to wrap myself around Hayk and have him touch me everywhere? Yes, I’d just met him, but what did that matter? Some people just clicked the moment they met. It had been like that with me and the other Sons, so why couldn’t it be like that with me and Hayk?
And actually, I’d been naked and jerking off with Peter, Neil, Jace, and Conrad a couple hours after I’d met them. There was precedent for me acting like a whore with men I’d just met.
“It’s alright,” Hayk said, his tone sweet and understanding when he saw me stuck in my thoughts. “No one is going to judge you. There’s no one here to see you let go of that stranglehold you have on yourself.”
Hayk’s words reminded me of the way Dmitri had gripped his throat until he couldn’t breathe. That was exactly how I felt.
And I resented it. I didn’t know what had caused the block that I felt inside myself every time I encountered something sensual, something I wanted, but the pressure that had built up behind that block and the confidence in Hayk’s eyes as he continued to hold his hand out for me were too much.
“Fuck this,” I muttered, barely audible, then shrugged out of my outer tunic.
I threw off all my clothes, tossing them aside without a care, which was so unlike me. Everything I did was so unlike me. I kicked my shoes off so I could shuck my trousers, and when I was naked, before I could think about it too much, I took Hayk’s hand and stepped into the tub.
“That’s more like it,” Hayk said with a sultry smirk, sweeping my body with a hungry look. “Do not dare argue with me when I say this, Anton Fuck Me, but your body is hot.”
