Chapter 9 #2
Still chuckling, Osid took hold of my wrist and spread my fingers open so my hand rested palm up on his thigh.
I eyed him warily as he uncorked the bottle, the spicy scent of some kind of oil filling the air between us.
Gently, he tipped the bottle and let a few drops of golden liquid fall into my open palm.
The oil was warm and fragrant, smelling faintly of roses.
Osid’s large hand engulfed mine as he began to gently work the warm oil into my injury.
His thumb traced slow circles, the calluses on his battle-worn fingers catching slightly on my skin.
I sucked in a breath, my nerves lighting up at his touch.
He spoke quietly in that rumbling tone of his, and gooseflesh rose along my skin.
I bit my lip, startled by how good his touch felt.
Too good. Way too good.
My breath grew uneven as he continued the sensual massage. I was hyperaware of his muscular thigh pressed against mine, his intense gaze focused on my hand. Heat bloomed inside me, and I shifted in my seat.
Osid glanced up, his eyes darkening as he read my expression. His fingers stilled, though his grip on my hand tightened.
There was a loud knock at the door, and I yanked my hand back, startled.
Osid’s gaze lingered on me a moment longer before he stood abruptly with an irritated growl and stalked over to the door, flinging it open. I took the moment to catch my breath and steady my racing heart.
Outside stood a group of his warriors, their eyes darting around eagerly as if hoping to catch a glimpse of me inside. Osid barked something harsh sounding, before slamming the door in their faces.
He sighed deeply as he turned back to me, some of the tension leaving his imposing frame. For the first time, I noticed how exhausted he seemed beneath the strong front he put up.
Osid returned to his seat at the table and began working the oil into the cuts along his arm.
When he reached for a bruise on his shoulder, he winced in pain.
I took pity and stood up, taking the oil from him.
I poured a few drops onto his shoulder and tried to work the liquid gently into his skin like I’d watched him do to my hand.
The wound closed before my eyes, and I moved on to the patchwork of bruises on his strong back.
He tensed when my fingers passed along a particularly nasty-looking welt, and I slowed, working around it before casting featherlight movements along the worst of it.
When the discoloration started to fade, he relaxed into my touch with a weary sigh.
My fingers explored the hard planes of his back, tracing each scar and contour, completely fascinated.
In the firelight, the teal freckles that dotted along his shoulders seemed to glow.
When the last bruise faded into clear skin, I was surprised to find that I didn’t want this moment to end.
I ran my hands along his back slowly, tracing the lines of muscle and bone.
Despite his intimidating strength, his skin was smooth and warm beneath my fingertips.
Osid let out a soft rumble that might have been a purr as I continued my exploration.
Testing the waters a little, I leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his neck.
Osid went very still, and for a moment I thought I had made a mistake.
But then he twisted around suddenly, grabbing me and pulling me into his lap.
His mouth found my neck hungrily, all pretense of gentleness gone.
He grabbed a fistful of my robe and pulled until I could hear the collar tear.
“Wait!” I shouted. He froze, staring up at me with wide eyes.
“I’m not saying stop, just gimme a sec, this feels expensive.
” I shrugged off my robe and tossed it over a chair.
Finally free of my burden, I surged forward and claimed his mouth in a searing kiss.
He tensed at first, as if unsure what to do.
I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, and when he shuddered, I kissed him deeper, tasting him any way I could.
He melted into me, ceding control until he learned to kiss me back with the same intensity I gave him.
Before long, his hands came under my ass, and he lifted me against him, striding forward until we fell back onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, hands grasping and mouths devouring every inch of bare skin.
His hands came to my thighs, teasing them apart as I straddled him.
I grabbed hold of his wrists and pinned them to the bed against both sides of his head.
He looked at me curiously, but I just grinned down at him and gave his wrists one final squeeze, letting him know I wanted them to stay just where they were.
When I bent low to kiss a trail down his sharp jaw to his neck, he relaxed against the sheets, surrendering the control I craved.
Finally, I gave in to the burning desire to touch all of him, my attention focused on every scratch, every defined muscle as I leisurely palmed the vast plains of his chest. I let my fingertips curve down along the dips and valleys of his scarred abdomen.
There was a round scar below his navel as if he’d been run through; briefly, I wondered if the wound came from a spear or beast. Either way, the patchwork of old battle scars gave a dangerous edge to the body beneath me.
My heart jumped from excitement as I bent down to run my tongue over the cicatrix.
His chest rose and fell with each unsteady breath, the shoulders above wide, with veins wrapped around the corded muscles of his arms. He was beautiful in a strange, fierce way, and I couldn’t get enough of how his breath hitched, the way his grip tightened on the headboard with every kiss to avoid putting his hands back on me.
I let my tongue flick over a dark nipple as my hands traveled farther to push past his tented loincloth and cup his bulge.
Osid shuddered; I pulled back to take in his trembling gasps, and I looked at him, really looked at the slight flush on his face, the desperate need in his eyes, the way his lips parted to whisper my name, hoarse and panting.
His soft surrender fed some wild, untamed part of me, and I slid down his body, slow and deliberate, teasing my fingers along his thighs as I let my breath fan over where he needed me most.
“Blair—” he started, his hands leaving the headboard to reach for me, hovering like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch.
I wasn’t in the mood to share the power he’d so freely given, so I leaned away from him and looked pointedly at his hands.
Osid swallowed thickly and returned them to the headboard.
“Good boy,” I praised. This was the part I craved the most, the hopeful anticipation of a partner bending to my will.
Outside these walls, the man beneath me had an entire army at his command.
If he shouted, I didn’t doubt that a horde of warriors would bust in here waiting for his command.
But here, in this moment, he was all mine for the taking.
With a quick flick of the wrist, the tie on his loincloth gave way, his cock springing free—thick, huge…
ribbed? My brow raised as I took in my first real sight of an alien dick.
It was more than a mouthful, to say the least, ridges lining the top and bottom of it, while bumps ran down the sides.
I was so taken aback that I didn’t notice the black piercings until I felt them beneath my fingers as I took hold of him and stroked.
Four obsidian dumbbells lined the bottom of his cock, while the head was adorned with a magic cross made of the same material.
I smiled up at him. “You’re a little freak, aren’t you, Osid?”