Chapter 17 #2
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The steam rose around them. The stars wheeled overhead, sharper and brighter than she'd ever seen them, the mountain air so clear that the sky seemed close enough to touch. Somewhere in the distance, an owl called.
Varek's hands moved under the water. Up her ribs, over the curve of her waist, settling on her hips.
"I've been thinking about this all day," he said against her ear. "You in my lap on that horse. Your ass pressed against my cock for hours." His hands slid forward, over her belly. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"I think I have some idea." She could feel him hard against her lower back.
"Do you?" One hand slid lower. His fingers found her under the water. Parted her. Stroked. "Do you know that I can smell you? Even now, even with the minerals in the water, I can smell how wet you are."
Mab's head fell back against his shoulder. The water held her differently than air ever had. Buoyant. Weightless in a way she'd never been, her body lifted and cradled by the heat while his arm anchored her against his chest.
Varek's thighs spread beneath hers, pushing her legs apart, and she let them fall open. His fingers worked her with a slow pressure that made her hips cant forward, chasing the touch.
"Every time you shifted in that saddle," he said, "I thought about bending you over the horse's neck and fucking you right there. In front of all of them."
His thumb found her clit. Circled. She gasped.
"I thought about pulling up your skirts and sinking into you while the column kept moving.
Making you take my cock for miles." Two fingers pushed inside her, and her whole body arched.
"You'd have to be quiet. You'd have to hold still.
And I'd feel every twitch, every clench, every time you tried not to come. "
The filth he spoke made her even wetter. The heat was everywhere. The water, his body, his voice in her ear, his fingers inside her. Mab's hands found his thighs under the water and gripped, nails digging into muscle.
"You're going to come for me," he said. "Right here, where anyone could walk by."
The orgasm hit her like a wave. She cried out, the sound echoing off the rocks, and she didn't care. Couldn't care. His fingers kept moving, drawing it out, wringing every last shudder from her body while she shook apart in his arms.
When she finally stilled, gasping, he withdrew his hand and turned her in the water.
"On me," he said. "Now."
Mab wrapped her legs around his waist, her weight nothing in the mineral warmth, and his hands gripped her hips to hold her steady. His cock pressed against her entrance, and she felt every ridge as he pulled her down onto him.
"That's it." His voice was a rasp, stripped raw. "Take all of it."
She sank onto him inch by inch, the water making everything slick, her body opening around the sheer girth of him. The ridges dragged against her inner walls, and she whimpered at the stretch.
He bottomed out inside her, and Mab's breath left her in a rush. Full. So full she could feel him everywhere.
Varek didn't give her time to adjust.
He lifted her by the hips and pulled her back down. The water surged around them, waves lapping against the rocks, against their bodies. She grabbed his shoulders for balance, nails biting into green skin.
"You feel that?" His tusks grazed her throat as he fucked up into her, the water churning with every brutal thrust. "That's what you do to me. What you've been doing to me for two days in that fucking saddle."
Mab couldn't answer. Could barely breathe. The angle was devastating. Every ridge caught against her swollen flesh, dragging pleasure out of her with each withdrawal, then slamming it back in when he pulled her down again.
"I'm going to fill you up," he growled against her throat. "Right here in this pool. And tomorrow, when you're back in that saddle, you're going to feel me leaking out of you for miles."
Her cunt clenched around him, and he groaned.
"You like that." It wasn't a question. His pace increased, water sloshing over the edges of the pool, soaking the flat stones. "Knowing that every warrior in this column will be able to smell me on you."
"Varek—"
"Say it." His hand fisted in her wet hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat to his mouth. "Tell me what you want."
"You." The word came out broken, barely a word at all. "I want—I want you to fill me."
He made a sound against her skin that was more growl than voice. His hips snapped up, driving into her so deep she saw stars that had nothing to do with the sky overhead.
"Again."
"Fill me." She was begging now, and she didn't care. "Please. I want to feel you tomorrow. I want—"
The orgasm crashed through her before she could finish. Her whole body seized around him, clenching so hard she felt him jerk inside her, felt the hot pulse of his release flooding her as he buried himself to the hilt and held there.
His roar echoed off the rocks. The sound rolled across the valley like thunder, and Mab felt it vibrate through her chest where she was pressed against him.
His arms locked around her, holding her impaled on his cock while he emptied himself into her, pulse after pulse of heat that she felt even through the warmth of the water.
The echoes faded. The water stilled. Mab's forehead dropped to his shoulder, her breath coming in ragged gasps that fogged the air between them. His cock softened inside her by slow degrees. She felt him receding, and with it the trickle of his seed escaping into the mineral water.