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“You forgot to plug the drain,” I said as I glanced down to see if the tub was ready yet.
Rush kissed the words from my lips luxuriously, allowing me the chance to fumble with his clothing. “I didn’t forget. I have a plan. A game, perhaps.”
He urged me into the empty bath, and I settled against the chilled sides with a frown. Rush apparently wasn’t going to tell me the plan, though. He only lifted my leg and draped it over the side, then dove between my legs to taste me. My head fell back with a moan as his tongue ran slowly through my folds. My fae was goddamn talented with that mouth, and it took me a few moments to realize that the bath was heating up from more than just desire.
Rush had placed the plug, and the water was beginning to puddle beneath me as it rose in the bath, only a couple of inches from where Rush was kissing my inner thighs.
“Care to race?” he asked, fixing me in a challenge stare. “I’m not coming up for air until you come twice,” he threatened, and I gasped again as he fixed his mouth against my core, his chin already dipping into the water. I could see the determination in his eyes - he was dead serious.
And even though Rush was more than up for the job, the pressure of coming so quickly made me nervous.
“Relax, love, and focus on your pleasure.”
I forced my eyes closed and gave in to what he wanted, cutting down any stray thoughts about how fast the bath was filling. By the Goddess, this man knew the benefits of adrenaline.
My heart was pounding as his tongue lashed against my clit, two fingers already pressing inside my body and curling to beckon my orgasm forward. A bead of sweat or steam rolled between my breasts, and Rush groaned as he sucked me harder, his eyes flashing gold and blue beneath his dark lashes as he met my gaze again.
Something in his stare pushed just the right button, and almost before I realized it, I was writhing against him as my body rippled with orgasm.
“Rush, please,” I begged softly, seeing the water lapping at his chest. I tried to tug him up, needing more than two fingers to fill my pussy. “Fuck me now.”
He chuckled, the sound low and teasing. “I said two. And although I have lots of fun magic, breathing underwater is not one of my talents,” he reminded me, lowering his lips back between my legs.
I could feel the water against my thighs, and I knew there was barely a minute left. Was he really serious with this? But then he pressed another finger inside me and groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head as he lapped at my clit.
“You taste so fucking good,” he rasped, his other hand cinching my waist to pull me even closer against his mouth. I felt my hips begin to buck, grinding against his face as he licked and sucked, pumping his fingers in and out. My hands rode the curves of my body, settling on my breasts and pinching desperately at my nipples while I squeezed my eyes closed and willed myself to focus only on the pleasure.
“Fuck me, Rush, please,” I chanted, the desire riding higher and higher with every drop of water falling into the bath. And then I was coming, screaming his name and clenching around his fingers just as the hot water crested my thighs. Rush surged up against me, laughing as his red hair dripped down in our faces.
His mouth fastened on mine, kissing me hard as I whimpered and squirmed against him, trying to line up his cock with my pulsing core. I needed him.
“So impatient, love,” he murmured, clearly enjoying the hell out of my reaction. “Keep begging.”
As soon as he asked for it, I felt a stubborn streak rising in my chest. He must have sensed it because a dark chuckle bubbled from his lips.
“Oh, you’ll beg, little princess,” he warned, reaching back to twist off the water. My fingers grasped his cock as it bounced in the water, and he hissed as I gripped his shaft, toying with his piercings. But before I could command him any further, vines began to grow from nowhere, dripping down from the ceiling and glistening with steam and fae magic.
Their tendrils curled around my wrists, dragging my arms above my head and forcing me to kneel in the bath, body fully on display for Rush’s greedy eyes.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” he whispered, running his fingertips between my breasts. My body twisted toward the touch, nipples aching for more. The vines twirled above me, and I found myselfspinning on my knees to keep up, stopping when I was facing the large bathroom mirror.
Steam billowed around it, clouding its surface, but Rush commanded a vine to wipe its thick leaves across the mirror. He pressed himself behind me, his eyes bright in the mirror as he watched my reaction. The vines kept me from sagging backward into him as he rubbed his palms against my nipples, skimming down to part my thighs.
His cock pressed between my legs and he thrust against me gently, rubbing himself between my folds as I bit back a whimper. I was so much closer to begging than I wanted to be. The vines holding my arms slackened a little, and Rush pressed me forward, the chill of the metal bath sharp on my breasts as he grasped my ass, kneading the skin and spreading me a little more.
A single finger slipped inside my ass, and I swallowed down a groan, resting my forehead against the bath as I tried not to imagine how much better that would feel if it were his cock.
“So stubborn,” Rush chuckled, reaching around my hips to cup my pussy. The promising heat of his hand against my clit without any friction was my undoing.
“Please, Rush. Please. Fuck me now,” I whispered, losing any dignity as desire flooded across my mind, drowning all my sanity.
“As you wish,” he said, and I cried out as his cock finally thrust deep inside me, filling me the way I’d been aching for. His hand slid up my spine, wrapping in my damp hair and pulling my head back enough to ensure I was watching our reflections in the mirror.
His face was an open poem of promises to me, swearing without words that he was mine, all mine, and always would be.
Whatever our two families might have done in the past, we were the new hope. We would set things right, then spend therest of our lives learning to love better than they’d ever been able to.
“Rush... Lachlan... please,” I murmured, and at his true name, he unraveled, bucking wildly against me and wrapping his arms around my torso, squeezing us together tighter and tighter.
