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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Errok
I’d told her I wouldcherish her. And instead, I’d made a mess of her.
I sloshed into the heated pool, pulling my mate right along with me. Her knees buckled, or maybe she slipped. I scooped my arms under her, cradling her against my chest. The pool wasn’t deep at this end – a little past my waist. At the other end, it was so deep that I could swim, my claws not touching the bottom.
I didn’t go into the deep end. Instead, I deposited Zuh-Tephanie onto a natural bench of stone. The water sloshed high on her small body, all the way up to her delicate collarbones.That will take care of the spilled seed, at least.
I still could not believe I had climaxed like that. With so little control. She’d barely even touched me. And then, seeing all that spill on her pale skin had made me want to both clean her with manic effort... And do it all again.
Zuh-Tephanie watched me from her seat on the stone. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink, her eyes large and bright and even more reflective than the water of the pool. Her lovely hair was mussed from my touch, falling in tangled waves around her shoulders, the steam dampening the brown strands. The lower half of her face – her pointed chin, her perfect temptation of a mouth – were smeared black with dried blood.
I fell to my knees before her. Like this, our gazes were level. My motion sent a small tidal wave of heated water sloshing towards her, crashing over her neck and drenching her skin. I used that wetness, dragging my thumb through it and up over her chin to her lower lip, smearing the blood further. The scratches on my chest burned.
“We’re going to need some Vrika’s blood,” she murmured, her gaze dropping to my chest. Her lips parted, letting my thumb in. My cock was already murderously hard again, as if I hadn’t just ejaculated all over her with the untapped force of a virgin warrior.
“We don’t,” I assured her. “These are barely wounds at all. Besides, this water has some healing properties.” The heated water in the pools of my mountain could not entirely heal wounds the way Vrika’s blood could, but it had mild antiseptic properties that made it immensely useful for moments like this. Because I had absolutely no interest in leaving my mate’s side to track down a jar of Vrika’s blood right now. Not when she was naked with me, her eyes alight, her bare skin wet and silken and begging to be touched.
I pulled my thumb from her mouth. The slick popping sound made hot pleasure curl around the base of my spine. I cupped water in my hand, then propped my hand against her cheek, letting the warmth dribble down. She closed her eyes and smiled contentedly, leaning her head against the stone at her back while I poured careful streams of water down her cheeks and neck.
That first annoyingly quick orgasm had calmed me somewhat. I was no longer so overwhelmed by the beat of desire that I could hardly bear to touch her. My hands no longer shook, thank the cursed skies. I’d begun to worry that I would shake every time I got near her and that possibility was too humiliating to even contemplate.
I was still run-through with need, but it had slowed, turned thick inside me. It let me calm down, just a little. Let me realize just how lovely it was to watch water run over my mate’s skin while she gave little sighs of pleasure.
But I wouldn’t take too long with this. Even more humiliating than the fact I’d trembled was the notion I would not please my mate after I had spilled. Ideally, her pleasure would come before my own but... Well... I would just have to improve upon that for next time.
I stroked my thumb, my fingers, along Zuh-Tephanie’s chin, jaw, and neck. When her skin was soft and clean and free from the ugliness of my blood, I tucked her now wet hair behind her round, low ears. I kissed the tender place behind each ear, groaning at the way she tensed, her pulse jumping in her throat.
Beneath the water, my fingers slipped, cupping her breasts. In the heated wet, her nipples had grown puffy and swollen. It made me want to suck them. They contracted under my touch. And that made me want to suck them even more.
But I had an even more pressing urge than that. My fingers looped around her tiny waist and I lifted her up onto the stone edge. She gave a startled cry, her eyes opening. My hands clamped down fiercely on her dripping thighs, silently letting her know that she could not escape. Not from me. Not anymore.
I stared up at her, adjusting my position until I was kneeling on the bench she’d just been sitting on. My head was at the perfect height – directly between her knees.
She tried to slam those knees closed, but I hissed, my thumbs digging into her inner thighs.
“You said I could not hide from you,” I reminded her hoarsely. “Now, you must not hide from me.” As I spoke, my hands slid slowly up her legs, my thumbs coming to a stop at the place where those pretty thighs met her groin. I didn’t look between those thighs. Not yet. Not until she eased the tension in her muscles and let me in because she was as desperate for me as I was for her. I wanted her to want me.
Please, perfect creature. Want me.
Her breath hitched. A red flush stained her cheeks, her neck, and her chest. She met my gaze, and I could see the fear there. Fear, perhaps, that matched my own.
But even more than that, in the glittering depths, I saw the desire.
Her thighs quivered, then relaxed under my hands.
She spread her legs.
