Chapter Four
LOCH
I don’t dance.
Until tonight, apparently. When this mysterious woman held out her small hand to me, I couldn’t resist. I’m even more thankful I chose a tavern away from the town center.
The last thing I need is one of the crew seeing me dancing.
I’d never live it down. At least when we were moving we didn’t have to talk.
Questions only lead to attachment. I don’t even know her name.
It’s better this way. Though I won’t know what name to groan later.
Except she might choose to sleep in the other bed. Or demand I take the floor. She could roll over and fall right to sleep. I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Then again, there’s a glint in her eye that’s been there since she slid onto the stool next to me, hoping to charm me out of my room.
Her hand ends up in mine as we climb the narrow stairs. When we reach the top floor, I search for the right place. At the very end of the hallway sits our room. I swing the door open and smirk as she steps next to me.
“One bed, nymph.”
“Thank the gods,” she breathes.
She spins in front of me and grabs a handful of my shirt.
My lips are on hers before the door closes behind us.
Three steps is all it takes, and I’m tumbling on top of her, pressing her into the thin mattress.
I plunder her mouth as her hands tug at my clothes.
I pull back when a frustrated noise leaves her, ripping my mouth away.
My groan echoes through the small space as she palms me through my pants.
I return the favor, cupping her through the folds of her dress. “Are you wet under here, nymph?”
She snaps her teeth at me, and I dig my fingers in more, wishing there was less between us. “Stalling, Captain?”
Snarling, I rise to my knees and unravel the ribbons holding the front of her dress together.
I grab the neckline and yank it down until her breasts spill out.
My mouth waters and I flick her hard nipple with my tongue.
Her back arches, a whimper leaving her. I pull the hard bud into my mouth, savoring the sounds falling from her lips.
If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine she’s truly mine.
I grunt, focusing on her other nipple and pushing all thoughts from my head. No use imagining things that’ll never come true. Not if I have a say in it. With a scrape of my teeth, I release her, and she shudders again.
She wiggles underneath me and I grip her hip, hoping to keep her still.
Between our heaving breaths, her shoes thump to the floor one after the other, and I chuckle.
When she shimmies out of her sleeves, a wicked grin breaks free.
I yank her dress down more, exposing her stomach.
Translucent tattoos cover her. The soft light from the lantern in the corner illuminates the glimmery white lines.
I trace one with my tongue, then nip at her side.
Her fingers weave into my hair and grip the strands. As I map her skin, I slip my hand under the hem of her dress. Her leg quivers the higher I get. A growl leaves me when I reach her pussy.
“No undergarments? Did you plan this, nymph?”
“Fuck,” she gasps as I run my fingers along the sensitive creases, never quite touching her where she wants.
“Answer the question.”
Her gaze, dripping with desire, meets mine. “I never wear them.”
I smirk and her nostrils flare. She opens her mouth, probably to scold me, and I press on her clit. A yelp leaves her instead of demands. She squirms as I caress her wet folds, skimming along the edges of her core.
“Bastard,” she breathes.
I capture her nipple in my mouth once more, then plunge two fingers between her folds. Slowly, I stroke her as she mumbles my new pet name over and over. Her pussy spasms against my hand and I pull it away. Her anguished cry has me grinning as I lick her desire from my skin.
Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I drop my mouth to her jaw. “You taste like the sea, little nymph. Did you know that?”
She thrashes in response, and I catch her wrist before she can dive between her legs to finish the job.
If we only have one night, I want to experience everything I can with her.
I want her taste to linger on my tongue, my cock to remember the imprint of her pussy clenching around me, and her scent buried so deep within my psyche I’ll remember it years from now. I want her begging and pleading for me.
She fights against my hold and glares at me. “Fuck me. Now.”
“Ah, ah, ah. I haven’t gotten my fill yet.”
“If you don’t fill me, I’ll—”
“What? Take care of it yourself? I don’t think so. Hands above your head, nymph, and let me play.”
Hesitantly, she lifts her arms above her head and grabs the iron posts of the bedframe. I grin, then slide off the bed to my knees. The ruffles obscure her view as I flip up the folds of her dress. As much as I’d like to watch her while I savor her, I like the idea of her not knowing.
She jolts when I nip at her inner thigh. More shimmering tattoos glitter in the soft light, and I add my own mark to the tapestry of her skin. She moans, the needy noise echoing around us. I’m suddenly thankful we’re at the end of the hall. I’d rather hoard the sound of her desire for myself.
I lick along the outside of her pussy, ignoring the glistening folds. Soon she’ll cave. Soon she’ll beg for my fingers, my tongue, my cock. She’ll beg for the pleasure only I can give her.
“Loch,” she whines, and I groan at my name on her lips.
“Yes?”
“Please.”
I reward her with a flick of my tongue against her clit, then growl, “Please what?”
“Give me what I need,” she snaps.
I hum, contemplating whether I want to tease her some more. This night is turning out better than I had hoped. She’s exactly what I needed to sate the beast inside of me. I lift my head and find her eyes, pleading with me to end her torment.
“How could I deny such a delicious request?”
I plunge my tongue in her core, then lick between her folds to her clit.
Swirling around the small bud, I bask in the trembling of her body, knowing I’m to blame.
Her desire drips from her folds, and I lap at her.
She’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before.
Sweet, yet salty—familiar, yet foreign. I’d happily spend the rest of my night right here, my face buried in her folds.
Except my cock is straining against the fabric and the need to be inside her overrides everything else.
I shuck off my pants, then my shirt, and she bites her lip.
Her gaze rakes down my body, taking in every dip and each tattoo.
My knee hits the bed and her heels slide against the sheets as she scrambles back until she hits the headboard.
Her bottom lip slips between her teeth as anticipation shines in her eyes.
I crawl toward her and curl my hands around the iron railings on either side of her head.
Her knees fall open and I lick the lingering taste of her from my bottom lip.
She raises an eyebrow—a challenge, a demand.
I swear my heart skips a beat. I grab her waist and flip us around.
She yelps as I land on my back and settle her on top of me.
“I’d savor you again, nymph, but I’m afraid I’ll become addicted,” I murmur and tuck my hands behind my head, then nod to my waist.
Her nails dig into my chest as she pouts. “You poor thing. So enamored after one small taste.”
My nostrils flare as she grinds against my length. “Enamored with your essence, your folds, your tits.”
My gaze traces her form until it reaches her pussy.
When our eyes meet, a wicked little grin pulls at her lips and she lifts to her knees.
She grips my cock and slips the tip between her folds.
When she sinks down, she takes all my length at once.
A deep groan rumbles through the room and I realize it came from me.
Her head tips back as she envelops me with her heat.
I wanted to let her take the lead since she’s been such a brat.
Except I can’t keep my hands off her. My fingers dig into her hips, and I plunge into her until she clenches around my cock.
I flip us over and press her into the mattress.
Devouring her mouth, I surge into her, each thrust harder and faster than the last. Her back arches as her pussy spasms, a cry of ecstasy on her lips.
She scrapes her nails down my chest, leaving raised marks behind.
I have the irrational urge to etch them into my skin for all eternity.
I focus on her unraveling in my arms instead.
Hunger consumes me and I groan, burying my face in her neck.
I sink my teeth into her skin as euphoria enfolds me in its embrace.
She writhes in my grasp as she clenches around my cock once more.
My limbs tremble as I keep myself from collapsing on her. If I want more tonight, it wouldn’t be a good idea to suffocate her. I roll to the side and splay out next to her, our heavy breaths filling the room.
I roll my head to the side. “You going to tell me your name now?”