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“Even if we try, we don’t have the blood of the hind,” I say, pursing my lips.
“Perhaps not, but the Goddess loves all creatures great and small, and we do have the blood of a bear…”
“Oh, Erik, I couldn’t ask you to—”
“And we’re here,” my mate says, spreading his free arm wide.
The hot spring is breathtaking, and I gasp at its beauty. Hundreds of crystal stalactites of brilliant purple adorn the roof while three turquoise pools sparkle by the firelight below. The textured stone floor has been worn smooth by water, time, and the pad of countless paws and feet. Ethereal, almost translucent flowers bloom in small patches around the cavern. Their delicate five-petaled bells glow, reminding me of stars in the flickering gloom.
The walls bear claw marks, paw prints, crude drawings, and scrawled runes—etched Goddess only knows how long ago. This is a sacred and ancient place, a natural shrine where the Goddess’s children come to bathe, share wisdom, and explorethe beauty of their physical forms.
“It’s perfect,” I breathe. “I can feel the magic here. It’s so very old that the earth here rings with it. The mark of the Goddess has been impregnated into the very stone. I’ve never felt anything like it before.”
Erik moves silently behind me, and I feel his rough fingertips on my neck as he begins to unlace the white ribbon securing my nightgown. “There is much you have never felt, mate. But if you are willing, I can change that.”
Chapter Eight
Erik
Asha trembles beneath my touch.
Not with fear, I suspect, but with the uncertainty of the unknown mixed with growing desire. I can smell it. When the last of the ribbon is untied, I slip the gown from her shoulders, and it falls silently to the floor. Her sudden intake of breath stirs my loins, and my hardening cock twitches. “Do you mind if I join you?”
Asha takes a deep breath and stands tall, shoulders back.
I watch her slender form with appreciative eyes as she approaches the grotto. She has small breasts and almost no ass to speak of, but it in no way depletes my attraction. She has been malnourished, and the years have taken a toll on her mind, body, and soul. She may appear delicate, but I know in my heart that she is stronger than any of us dare to realize.She reminds me of a vial of mysterious potion, a seemingly fragile casing that potentially houses a lethal and potent magic capable of great feats of creation and devastation. I have no doubt she could take on the world if she wanted to.
Sinking into the steaming depths up to her elegant neck, she turns to face me, her long white locks floating on its rippling surface. “Are you coming?” she asks, her gaze steady.
I see a quiet confidence, a deep well of power in those violet eyes, and a flicker of the fierce queen I saw earlier on our escape. It sends a delicious thrill through me. I join her in the water and revel in the heat. Bears run hot, but bathing is always luxurious in the hot springs.
Asha sighs. Years of cold just melt away as she lies back, the peaks of her breasts breaching the surface as she experiences the comforting and relaxing feel of weightlessness. Her enchanting eyes close, and the tension drains from herbody.
She is truly a creature of beauty. I relax, at ease, giving her the time she needs.
She floats, suspended, just enjoying herself. When she finally submerges herself once more, she smiles. “This is incredible.”
I answer with a smile. “You will make a fine Queen Alpha,” I say. “Loving water is a crucial part of our identity. We swim, we fish, and spend long days adventuring through rivers in the wild.”
“I love the sound of adventure,” she says wistfully.
“That time will come,” I promise. “But for now…” I rise up to my waist and pull a nearby basket toward the grotto’s edge. I reach in and retrieve a soft cloth and a bar of lavender-scented soap. “May I?”
Asha licks her lips—an anxious gesture—but nods. Turning her back to me, she sweeps her hair over her shoulder and waits. The steam of the hot spring whorls around her.
I froth the soap against the cloth, then gently begin to wash her back, rubbing the fabric across her shoulder blades in focused circular motions. A part of me wishes my efforts could wash away more than just sweat and grime. But the past can’t so easily be washed away. The scars of our past define us, forging us into who we are. I would have spared her the pain if I could, but the life she has lived up until now has made her who she was always destined to be.And I wouldn’t change who she is, not for anything.
Eventually, my hand dips beneath the water and slowly descends to rub the flesh of her ass. I fear that she might freeze up, or panic, but she doesn’t. And I’m reminded that she has been bathed by others before. This time, however, will be different. It will be with love, compassion, and no small measure of hunger.Guiding her by the shoulders,I turn her around.
Her gaze meets mine, her lips parted ever so slightly.
Goddess, I want her!My cock throbs. Soaping up the fabric again, I caress her décolletage, and then, with bated breath, I brush over her breasts, her nipples pert despite the warm water. “You’re so beautiful, Asha,” I whisper.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been called that,” she answers quietly.
“I speak only the truth, mate. I will not lie or coddle you. Your trust and respect are too important to me.”
Asha’s gaze drops, and her cheeks flare with the faintest, most becoming shade of ice-pink. Taking my hand in hers, she guides my hand downward, over her navel, and to the soft nest between her legs.
