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The young Ongahri picked up his things and pointed to a ledger that was lying atop the pile in his arms. “I’m going to go ahead and get an inventory and roster together, Chieftain.” He winked then, and Lucius started at the action. “I’ll see to it that you’re not disturbed.” Then he bowed his head to Sierra and left them, closing the tent behind him.
Now alone, Lucius let go of Sierra’s hand and took off his cape, then went to the back of the tent to start her bath. With his head turned to give her a moment of privacy, he poured steaming water into the large bucket. It wouldn’t be big enough for her to sit in, but at least it would do for a standing wash. One of his men had laid out Sierra’s clothes and towels, her toiletries, including soap and a glass bottle of shampoo.
He’d had all that set up for her as soon as the tent had been erected. But it had been late when Lucius went to bed, and he had known she wouldn’t be sleeping by his side last night like she should have been, had it not been for what he had caused. All of this was his fault.
He set the things he needed aside and turned around. What he saw had his cock at full mast and his throat dry as the Volv Desert.
With her silver moon-touched hair falling down to her waist and perfect breasts with rosy nipples that were peaked from the chilly air, he imagined the gods weeping from above at witnessing such beauty.
Silently, she went to him, and he held out a hand, assisting her as she stepped into the water. Her skin was awash in goosebumps. While she tied her hair into a knot at the back of her slender neck, he picked up a cloth and drenched it in the water, then lathered soap onto it and began to glide the sudsy cloth over her skin in long strokes.
He washed her arms first, lifting each limb, starting from shoulder to fingertip. Next he washed her back. He filled a pitcher and watched as the water poured onto her sudsy skin, caressing the globes of her ass which he wanted to sink his teeth into.
When the time came to wash her neck and chest, his throat bobbed in effort to stay focused on the job at hand. But it was hard, just as hard as his cock was, pressing against his tight leather breeches. The only sounds in the room were the trickle of water and their breaths, which as the minutes went by, became a chorus of harsh sounds and almost-pants, both from her and him.
The cloth whispered against her mons, and Sierra effortlessly widened her legs enough for his access, her hands steady at her glistening hips. But when the cloth paused on the soft curls, his stroke nearing her folds, she placed her hand on his and he looked up, watching her watch him.
“Do you want me to let you finish?” he asked. His voice cracked with desire, but also fear that she’d make him stop.
She shook her head, and her eyes darkened. “Use your hand. I want to feel you, Lucius, not the cloth.”
The cloth in question plopped into the water seemingly of its own volition. His hand, warm from the water and slick with soap, cupped her sex gently. He stepped closer, eyes sweeping every detail of her expression. When his fingers parted her, her mouth parted as well, and he watched her pupils dilate with lust. A little pink tongue licked her bottom lip, and Lucius knew his control was chomping at the bit to be released, but he held those reins as tightly as he could.
His movements met his purpose, though, not drifting into the goal of pleasuring her but of washing her. And when he poured water over her chest and stomach, where it rinsed all the remaining soap from her clean skin, he dried her with a fluffy towel and carried her to the bedroll.
He brought her down, then hovered atop her—he fully clothed, she squeaky clean and so very warm. Without a thought, she wrapped her long legs around him, cradling his hips between her thighs.
“Will you kiss me, Lucius?”
He said nothing for a moment or two, not trusting what might come out of his mouth. The bond between them was enough assurance, though. Through it he felt her love, her desire, and most importantly, her precious trust that, Ongar be thanked, was still there.
He leaned forward and ever-so-slowly touched his lips to hers. The kiss wasn’t like their usual ones—needy, wet, desperate, passionate. No, this was a kiss of acknowledgment, of truth. It contained more than arousal, it was an exchange of love, a promise to never betray her, to always love her, to trust her and beg her to take him back.
As much as he wanted to claim her, he needed her to take the lead. So when she broke the kiss and put her hands on his shoulders, he waited patiently.
“So you are the rightful Heir of Trajan. Why didn’t you tell me, Lucius?” she asked. Her tone was genuinely curious, not a hint of resentment. It humbled him.
“I was afraid you’d leave me. Afraid you’d think I had used you.”
Her palm held his jaw, then went to his neck, where her bridal gift to him still hung. “Do not lie to me again, Lucius Dega. I demand all of you, not half. Not parts. I want all the bad and the good, no matter what.”
He nodded and shut his eyes briefly before staring back into hers. “I swear to it.”
Her eyes went back and forth, searchingly. “Good.”
Not trusting her tentative acceptance, he hid his face inside the crook of her neck, preparing for the rejection. “Will you come to my bed tonight?”
But she rubbed his back and pulled him closer. “I will.”
His sigh was relief personified. “I missed you. Missed you so much. My heart broke, Sierra, seeing your face that day. Never again will I lie to you. Just don’t run away again from me. Slap me, push me, yell at me. But don’t run.”
“I won’t.”
She held him for a long while, and finally the sounds of the world outside bled into his consciousness, reminding him of his duty. With reluctance, he pulled away, but not before giving her a lingering kiss on the forehead.
“I have things to see to. And I’m sure your new mate will want to know where you are.” Dammit, he’d tried to say it without feeling threatened, but a hue of it colored the words.
She raised her chin, looking adamant. “I’m a very lucky woman, Lucius. I have two mates who love me almost as much as I love them.”
