Chapter 12 #2
“I wanted ta take ye by surprise,” Lasarín said, closing her eyes as she slowly exhaled, more than ready to finally pass out.
“Ye did, lass, especially when you started making that weird groaning noise. It was a bit off-putting,” Shayne murmured absently as she felt him climb off the bed and-
“Would it help if I apologized for kicking yer shin?” Lasarín asked as she found herself dragged off the bed and thrown over his shoulder.
“It probably wouldn’t hurt, lass,” Shayne said, tearing a groan from her when he shifted her over his shoulder.
“I don’t want ta sleep on the floor,” she mumbled sadly against his back as he grabbed a wool blanket off the bed and threw it over his other shoulder.
“And I don’t want ta hear ye whimper all night,” Shayne countered as he carried her past her pallet and made his way to the door.
“Then, ye shouldn’t have made me carry all those buckets,” Lasarín pointed out even as she couldn’t help but panic as she hung there.
“Those are yer duties, lass. If I didn’t treat ye like a servant, it would draw attention to ye,” Shayne said, which, unfortunately for her, she couldn’t argue. Right now, she was able to blend into the shadows thanks to this plan.
“Someone’s going ta see me,” she whispered nervously as he carried her past the watcher’s fire.
“Everyone’s asleep, lass. No one will see ya,” Shayne said, only to make her glare when he shifted her over his back again. “Besides, no one comes out here this time of night.”
“I’m fine,” Lasarín lied, licking her lips nervously when she realized where he was bringing her.
“Ye can’t move without whimpering,” Shayne pointed out as he carried her the rest of the way to the lake.
“Then, I’ll stop moving,” Lasarín promised as she grabbed hold of the back of his trews and held on, telling herself that there was no way that he would-
“Best if ye hold yer breath, lass.”
-throw her into the ice-cold water.
She should have known better, Lasarín thought, sputtering as she stood up so that she could glare at the large man that would pay for that one day as she watched him start a fire on the shore before tossing the wool blanket on the ground.
“It’s cold,” Lasarín managed to get out through chattering teeth as she watched him lie down on the blanket with a satisfied sigh.
“It’s supposed ta be, lass,” Shayne said, sounding unconcerned as he folded his arms behind his head.
“I hate ye,” Lasarín muttered sadly, making him chuckle as she wrapped her arms around herself and made her way out of the lake.
“Do yer muscles feel better?”
“That’s not the point,” she said, struggling to stop trembling. “I’m freezing,” she managed to get out, willing her muscles to stop trembling as she knelt down by the fire.
There was a heavy sigh as he reached for her, plucking her off the ground as though she weighed nothing, and settled her on his lap.
“Better?” Shayne asked, wrapping his arms around her.
“No,” she mumbled with a sniffle, making him chuckle as he shifted her so that she was straddling his lap before he pulled her closer, tightening his hold around her so that she could settle against him.
“How about now, lass?” Shayne asked as she felt the heat from his body begin to seep into hers.
“Better,” Lasarín said as she lay her head against his chest. “Yer not going ta throw me again, are ye?”
“Are ye going ta throw another axe at my head?” he countered.
“I don’t want ta make any promises that I can’t keep,” Lasarín mumbled sleepily against his chest.
“I can still throw ye in the water, lass.”
“And I can still run,” she reminded him.
“I’ve seen ye run, lass,” Shayne said in a pitying tone that had her lips twitching even as she snuggled closer.
“Then, I can pout until ye take pity on me,” Lasarín said, wondering if she’d ever felt anything better than being in his arms.
“Yer good at pouting, lass,” Shayne said, somehow managing to pull her even closer.
“I know,” Lasarín said as he absently ran his hands up and down her back.
“Is that better?”
“If ye stop, I’ll be forced ta hurt ye,” Lasarín informed him, making him chuckle.
She loved the sound of his chuckle, loved the way that he looked at her when he didn’t think that she knew, but most of all, she loved the way that he held her in his arms late at night when he thought that she was sleeping.
“Can I ask ye something?” she asked after a few minutes.
“Aye,” Shayne said as she felt his fingertips trace her spine.
“Why didn’t ye turn me in?” Lasarín asked, only to feel him go still against her.
When he didn’t answer her, Lasarín sat up to find him staring at her intently. She watched a muscle in his jaw clench as she whispered, “Tell me.”
“Ye know why,” Shayne said as he reached up and ran his fingertips along her jaw while she searched his gaze and-
“Yer mine,” Shayne whispered softly as he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, causing her breath to catch.
As he moved his lips against hers, Lasarín found herself wrapping her arms around him as she tentatively moved her lips against his. She’d never kissed a man before, never wanted to, but with Shayne...
She never wanted to stop kissing him.
He groaned softly against her lips when she used her hold around him to pull herself closer, the move causing her nipples to brush against his chest through her damp shift as she settled more firmly on his lap.
As he moved his lips against hers, he slowly lay down, leaving her with no choice but to follow him only to find herself rolled onto her back a moment later.
As he settled between her legs, Shayne used the next brush of his lips to part her lips and tore a soft moan from her when she felt his tongue slide between her lips and move against her tongue.
It felt so good, Lasarín thought as she tentatively moved her tongue against his as she felt his hand slide down her leg before it slipped beneath her shift and slowly moved back up her legs, his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
She felt his hand slide down her leg and cup the back of her knee.
He used his hold to pull leg higher, allowing him to settle more firmly between her legs only to tear a gasp from her when she felt the thick, hard shaft between his legs press against her.
It felt so good, Lasarín thought as she ran her hands over his back as she felt his hand slide back up her leg, the move pushing her shift up as he briefly pulled his hips back so that he was pushing her shift out of the way, leaving her bare to him.
The rough texture of his trews teased her as he settled more firmly between her legs, the move causing the underside of his trapped shaft to press between her lips and tease the sensitive nub between her legs.
When he slowly rolled his hips against her, Lasarín gasped as the move sent pleasure between her legs only to moan when he did it again.
He kept his movements slow, making her grow wet between her legs and leaving her aching for something more, something she couldn’t quite name, but knew he could give her.
She felt empty, desperate for more as he kept moving, kept teasing her, and left her with no choice but to roll her hips against his.
That felt so good, Lasarín thought as felt him shift so that he could reach between their bodies.
As he kissed her, she felt him work his trews open until the hard shaft between his legs was suddenly sliding between her legs.
It felt hot, hard and soft at the same time, and it felt so much better sliding between her lips, teasing her nub.
With a groan, Shayne wrapped his arms around her and rolled over onto his back, taking her with him and forcing her to place her hands on the ground on either side of his head as she shifted on top of him to get more comfortable and-
“That’s it, lass,” Shayne said on a groan as his hands moved down her back and over her backside, gently squeezing each cheek and encouraging her to keep moving on him.
Her hands fisted in the wool blanket as she kept moving, rolling her hips so that the she rubbing against underside of his shaft. It felt so good, Lasarín thought, moving faster, desperate for more as she felt him move under her, rubbing his hard shaft between lips and-
“Oh, God!” Ashlyn moaned as she came awake with a start.
Gasping, she grabbed hold of the side of the tub and sat up as she struggled to catch her breath, painfully aware of the drops of cold water racing over her sensitive nipples and the ache between her legs, demanding that she finish what Shayne started.
God, her body felt like it was on fire, Ashlyn thought, swallowing hard as she dropped back against the tub with a groan and closed her eyes as one thing became painfully obvious.
These dreams were going to be the death of her.