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“This is nothing.” His grim gaze slid my way as he tugged the last of the loincloth out from between his legs.
I pivoted sharply, my face heating.
His low chuckle rang out. “You told me you weren’t a maiden.”
“That doesn’t mean I want to see your cock.”
“You don’t need to see it, only feel it when it’s buried deep inside you.”
I flushed all over, but the ache in my core told me the sensation didn’t come from embarrassment.
I wanted him. Damn me.
“I won’t rut with you today, so you can turn around and do your duty without fear.” Laughter came through in his voice.
“Somehow, I’m not feeling any easier after that statement.” But I did turn, finding him facing away from me, stepping over the side of the tub. His sizeable balls dangled between his legs, and his cock projected well beyond them. It was thick and veiny and had nubs along the sides. How strange and oddly appealing, though I wasn’t sure why. Just seeing them made my pulse pick up and my breathing go ragged.
He sunk into the tub and leaned back, spreading his arms wide on the sides. His groan of pleasure rippled across my skin.
My clit throbbed.Allof me throbbed.
“Come, tiny mate,” he said. “Wash my back. My wounds, too. And if you prove your worth with that, I’ll permit you to wash my cock.”
Chapter13
Jaus
Each time I taunted my tiny mate, I was pulling lightning from the sky. If I didn’t take care, it would blast through me. I couldn’t seem to resist teasing Rhoslyn, then sitting back and watching her fume.
She didn’t want to bathe me, and I well understood why. She felt forced into this relationship, though I somewhat did as well. However, it was my role as her mate to show her she could not only trust me but also take joy in what we could build together.
How had I gone from denying her to aching to possess her? Facing death once more could’ve played a role.
Was this a betrayal of my vow to myself to never love another like my mother had my father? Some might say yes.
I didn’t know, and I was much too tired to analyze it right now. Each time I faced death could be my last. I needed to focus on this moment and ignore the rest.
She crept up behind me and stood at the side of the tub, breathing fast as she stared down at me. I handed her a small scrap of cloth over my shoulder.
“Back,” I said, shifting forward.
With a huff, she dipped the fabric into the water and tentatively started wiping with gentle strokes. Much too soothing. I could maintain my walls much better if she was rough.
“At this rate,” I grumbled. “It’ll take you all night to wash my back.”
The cloth plopped in the water in front of me, splashing my face. “Do it yourself, then.”
Lifting it, I wrung it out and held it out to her again. “I don’t wish to do this myself. It’s your role as my mate to bathe me.”
I could almost see the color rising in her face, the irritation blazing in her eyes. I loved it when she snapped and snarled.
“You’re covered with cuts,” she whispered. “Bruises. I don’t want to hurt you.”
For a fraction of time, I savored the idea that she felt protective of me, until I remembered her brandishing a knife more than once with the intention of slicing my belly wide open.
“I wish to be clean,” I said reasonably. “I’m not worried about pain.” In fact, I barely felt any as she pressed harder, creating broad circles with the cloth on my back.
My cock stirred, sensing how close she was.
