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I wasn’t a green male. I could maintain control of my body—or so I told myself.
But as she started running the cloth across my chest and down my arms, taking care to delicately wash each finger, I wasn’t sure that I actually could. Her simple touch was dangerously seductive and unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I’d cared for Avella; we grew up together. We were friends, and I was confident that what we had would grow into more. I could see now that we were both incredibly young back then.
She’d never sparked my Azuris pendant, something that bothered her more than me. She was a good female, kind and caring. It was natural we would mate once we matured.
“Tip your head back,” Rhoslyn said. Did she realize a subtle tremor came through in her voice or that she kept gliding her tongue across her lips? Her eyes had hooded with a heat I suspected would match my own.
Such was the way with true mates.
She gently washed my hair, taking care not to get soap in my eyes. Her gentle ministrations lulled me, but I’d be unwise to fall asleep. She’d seen where I placed my knives, and I hadn’t had enough time yet to convince her she wanted to be with me.
“Do my legs,” I said, lifting one and propping the heel on the side of the tub.
She did so willingly, taking care when she encountered gashes and cuts.
Only one place left to wash.
Her gaze kept shooting in that direction, and if she kept at it, my cock would soon be raging.
“I’ll wash the rest,” I said gruffly.
The cloth dropped from her limp hand, and she backed away from the tub. I made quick work of finishing my body while she moved about, lifting my loincloth and placing it in the washbasin.
“You’ll find a drying sheet in that cabinet.” I pointed to the one mounted beside the one holding my weapons. “Bring it over and help dry me.”
“You can’t dry yourself?” she asked with a sneer.
Her softness had faded fast.
“I can, but I won’t.”
With a grumble, she grabbed a cloth and, spreading it wide, strode toward me as I stepped from the tub and released the plug to allow it to drain.
Her gaze remained on my chest, but that was just as well. If she kept staring at my cock, it would respond to her interest.
She rubbed my body briskly.
“Take care with my wounds, tiny mate,” I chided.
Her breath sucked in fast. “I’m sorry.”
“You haven’t hurt me.” Yet. Funny how I was beginning to believe she one day could.
My heart is not getting involved,I shouted to myself.
But no matter how loudly my mind yelled, my heart refused to listen. It tightened whenever she came near.
“Grab a tunic and pants from my wardrobe,” I said.
She scurried over to do so and held them out at arm’s length, her eyes trained on the wall behind me.
I dressed quickly.
As I finished, her eyes flashed up to meet mine, and I was stunned to find hunger there.
“Have you eaten?”
“I did earlier.”
