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“I like that you’re so kind to the braxilk,” I said, coming to stand beside him.
He turned to look down at me, quirking an indigo brow.
“Why is that so surprising? Have I not always been kind to you?”
I laughed, the sound echoing off the high blue mountains around us.
“I don’t know. I’m still remembering a certain point last night where you seemed intent on torturing me,” I said, poking him in the ribs between his weapons straps.
He snatched my hand before I could pull it away. He brought it to his mouth, then nipped at my inner wrist. My pulse jumped at the touch.
“What are you talking about?” he murmured against my skin. His sight stars bored into me.
“You know what I’m talking about! When you wouldn’tmove.” Fuck, just thinking about it made me clench my thighs together. The extraordinary, mind-melting feeling of his fat head nudged inside me... And not going any deeper.
My eyes fluttered closed, and I moaned as Errok’s tongues slid into my jacket’s sleeve, licking further down my wrist.
“In... In fact, I’ve been trying to think of ways to repay you for that kindness,” I said, opening my eyes.
“No repayment is necessary.”
“Ha! Isn’t that convenient for you?”
Errok stopped licking my wrist, and thank God for that, because I could barely think like that. He pulled the hand closer, then laid my palm flat on his chest where his wound had once been. His gaze was serious as it met mine.
“You know I can refuse you nothing,” he said. There was a note of regret there. Like the fact he’d give me whatever I wanted was going to cause numerous problems for him. Which, at least in this moment, was pretty much bang on.
“Then go sit,” I told him. “Over there.” I pointed to a shadowy patch near the sparkling stream. It was shady enough that I wouldn’t get sunburned when I took my jacket off, and the ground was relatively smooth, not too rocky, with tufts of short blue-green grass to soften things.
Errok backed away from me, going to the place I’d indicated without taking his eyes off of me. Dutifully, he sat. Somehow, he managed to even make this little patch of grass look like a fucking throne. He oozed power as he settled himself, his thick thighs spread, his back resting against a boulder.
I walked towards him, heat pooling in my belly as I entered the shady area. That heat was reflected back at me in his star-shattered gaze. It turned molten when I started to undress.
I did it slowly. On purpose. To make him ache the way I had last night. First, I removed my sunglasses, then my jacket. I let the sleeves slide silkily down my bare arms before it fell to the grass. I wasn’t wearing a bra beneath my tank top, and my nipples pricked under Errok’s greedy gaze. His loincloth tightened.
Not yet. I wouldn’t go to him, yet. He could just sit there and watch me and take it. Until neither of us could take it anymore.
I stripped out of the tank top, tossing the fabric aside. Errok’s hand flew to his crotch, and he adjusted himself viciously as his gaze snapped back and forth between my tits, as if he couldn’t decide which nipple to stare at longer.
“Come here,” he bit out.
I smiled sweetly.
And took a step back, moving even further away.
With meticulous, wicked slowness, I worked my pants down over my hips, moving sensuously as the grey clothing pooled around my ankles. Errok hissed, no doubt pissed I’d left the undies on.
“Take those off too,” he panted.
“All in good time. My Gahn needs to learn some patience.”
He tipped his head back against the stone, groaning long and low, staring at me through dark, hazy slits.
“That’s the first time you’ve called me your Gahn.”
I stopped mid-panty-removal, which earned me another petulant hiss.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “I call you Gahn all the time. At least, I used to.” It was only recently I’d started thinking of him as just Errok. Most of the time we’d known each other, I’d called him Gahn Errok.
