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I reared up, gasping, reveling in the big cock that slammed deep inside of me with every thrust of his hips. Jerrik looked wild, the thick muscles of his abdomen and chest rippling, his hair curling around his ears.
I dug my fingers into his chest and he groaned again. My thighs burned. I didn’t care. None of it mattered. All that mattered was giving this huntsman the pleasure I so desperately wanted to give him.
I leaned back, resting my hands on his corded, muscled thighs so I could get a better angle. His eyes burned into me, dark and probing, hard and hot, as if he saw into my soul. Every time he looked at me, I felt our bond grow stronger and stronger.
The orgasm coiled tight within me again, drawing close.
He slipped a hand down to stroke my clit, and I allowed him to throw me over the edge as he thrust his final release into me with a deep growl. I screamed as a flood of light knocked the wind out of me. Wave after wave of heat coursed through my veins as Jerrik pumped his seed inside of me.
After several breathless moments, Jerrik stood up and pulled on his pants.
“No, please.” I still didn’t want him to leave me. “Not yet. Not tonight.”
“I’ll be right back,” he said softly with a smile. “Wait right here.”
I sat on his bed, hearing the deep voices in heated discussion below. I considered getting dressed in one of Jerrik’s shirts and making my way downstairs to join them, but Jerrik had told me to remain in the room, and I really didn’t want to test his tender heart. I knew he had the capability of being just as strict and unyielding as the others.
Just as I was getting antsy enough to risk discipline by Jerrik’s hand, he walked into the room carrying a pail of water that had been heated by the fire downstairs while I’d sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to return. He had kept his tunic off since our intimacy, revealing his tanned skin and his muscled arms. With each move I noticed how lean his body was, which surprised me. He wasn’t as large in frame as the other huntsmen. I hadn’t paid attention before to how handsome he truly was. His brown hair hung in a soft wave around his ears with just a hint of gray at his temples. His distinguished look added to a masculinity that fascinated me. His caring nature made me feel safe and protected.
He soaked a rag in the water and ran it along my bare thigh. “Is the water too hot?” he asked, worried.
“It’s perfect. Simply perfect.” I closed my eyes, savoring how the heat removed all the tension in my body. “Thank you.”
He moved up my leg with a bar of soap and began lathering it into his palm, his fingers massaging every inch of my legs. Heaven. Pure Heaven. I thought about stopping him and doing it myself, but just couldn’t bring myself to do so. It felt so good… so good.
He began washing between my legs, my belly, my breasts, and my arms, dipping the rag into the soapy water with each pass.
“Thank you,” I said. “You really don’t have to be so kind.”
He paused in washing me, holding his hand still in the sudsy water. “You do know we will never allow her or anyone to harm you. Right?”
I nodded, knowing that he meant the words, but still not fully convinced that they all truly had the power to protect me from my demons, and from the ultimate predator—the queen.
He stood up and walked over to grab one of his shirts. He held it out for me to step into, but turned his head to not watch as I did so. I had to smile at the chivalrous act of affording me privacy. After all, he’d not only fucked me, he’d washed me intimately. Once I had the shirt on, I thanked him.
“Let’s get you back in bed before you catch a chill.” When he had me tucked in nice and tight, he turned to gather up the rag and pail of water.
“Jerrik? Please don’t leave. I know you want to join the others, but at least stay with me until I fall asleep.” Maybe it was asking too much, but I didn’t want to stare at the ceiling for the remainder of the night in worry.
He paused for a moment as if considering the idea. He nodded with a smile and pulled up a nearby wooden chair so it rested beside the bed and sat down. “All right. I’ll stay until you sleep. Sweet dreams, Snow. Your nightmares will soon be washed away.”
CHAPTER 13
The midday sun dipped behind the clouds, chilling the air with its shadow. I sat on a wooden bench in front of the cabin with a fur wrapped tightly around my shoulders. A gentle breeze blew my hair into my face. Blackbirds cawed in the sky—their fragile wings carried them through the air above the trees with ease. The yard was quiet, peaceful, and serene. It reminded me of the palace from my childhood. A life I wasn't sure I would ever live again. I found it odd that sitting here now was truly the first time I had just sat and taken in my outside surroundings. My life had been in such chaos…but now, things seemed calmer. More at peace. The huntsmen in all their torrential energy had somehow calmed me.
