Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CEDRIC
The room we were brought to was elegant, and I was so busy gaping that I didn’t even notice Orthorr sending the others away until he closed the door behind him.
The sound made me turn, and when I realized we were alone, butterflies exploded in my belly.
I crossed the distance between us, putting my hands on his chest and leaning into him when he dipped his head for a kiss.
“I saw the excitement on your face earlier,” he murmured against my lips, his hands exploring me over my clothes. I loved his touch and couldn’t get enough of it. He was the perfect combination of soft and rough, and I cursed any layers between us whenever he touched me.
He turned me with his hands on my hips, pulling me until I was flush against him and leaning in to whisper in my ear. “Do you want a bath, ravsol? There’s one waiting for us.”
I hadn’t noticed the bath the first time, too distracted by the big bed in one corner and the view of the city outside the window.
Around a small screen was a sunken bath already filled with steaming water and scattered flower petals.
A basket of soaps and towels was set next to it.
It promised to be the most decadent bath I’d ever experienced, and I got to share it with Orthorr.
If I wasn’t careful, I’d embarrass myself before we even got started.
Orthorr’s arms came around me, carefully untying the front of my tunic so he could pull it over my head.
I let him, moving where he wanted me, because I could tell he enjoyed taking care of me, and I liked the attention.
I leaned against his chest as his hands ran over my skin, gasping as his thumbs teased my nipples.
A part of me wanted to touch him too, but I also didn’t want to leave his arms. I could only hope I’d eventually get my turn while we were in the bath properly.
Firm fingers grasped my chin, turning me so our lips could meet in a sultry kiss.
I had no experience with kissing before Orthorr, but the way he kissed me, the way his tongue slid and teased against mine, was better than I’d ever hoped for.
I was so distracted by it that I didn’t notice him undoing my trousers until he pushed them off my hips and they pooled at my feet.
I toed off my boots, kicking them and the material away, leaving me completely naked in Orthorr’s arms and loving every minute of it.
A light smack on my ass made me jump, and Orthorr chuckled as he jerked his chin toward the bath. “Get in. I’ll join you in a moment.”
I did as he asked, groaning at the feel of the hot water on my skin.
The tight muscles that had protested the ride here slowly relaxed, and I found a bench beneath the water on one side to sit on, turning to face Orthorr just as he slipped the robes he usually wore off his shoulders.
I watched him undress, my eyes heavy lidded and my body tingling from the remembered pleasure we experienced just rubbing together.
We weren’t in a hurry as far as I was aware.
Surely we could do more this time around.
“Hands off, ravsol,” Orthorr chided. “I will be the one to take care of you.”
I hadn’t realized I was stroking myself while watching him until he said something.
I had to force myself to release my erection, distracting myself by reaching for Orthorr instead as he stepped into the tub.
He groaned, drawing me into his lap as he took my place, and let out a blissful sigh as he sank deeper into the water.
“The heat is good for your pain,” I murmured, rubbing gently at the spot that had been bothering him.
Orthorr’s eyes opened, and he gave me a soft smile, hands caressing my thighs as he spoke in low tones that made me shiver. “You are good for my pain. How could I feel anything other than ecstasy with you in my arms?”
Oh gods… he was such a romantic. If he wasn’t more careful, I’d fall in love with him and embarrass myself all over again.
“There… There might be some oil in the basket we could use,” I asked hopefully.
He hummed, his big rough hands gripping my ass checks and massaging them. I gasped at the touch that had been forbidden my whole life, wiggling in an attempt to get him to touch me where I needed him most.
“I don’t believe we have enough time for that,” Orthorr said regretfully. “Once Idrull arrives, I’ll be summoned back to the king’s office. I want to take my time with you, Cedric. We are in no rush.”
I couldn’t help the little whimper that escaped me. There was a gorgeous naked man holding me and squeezing my ass like he was kneading dough, and I had to wait until later to have him? How was that fair?
Orthorr chuckled, one hand releasing my ass to cup my neck as he drew me down for a kiss. “Do not fret, ravsol. I will not leave you wanting.”
He gave me no time to ask what he meant by that before hauling me out of the water and sitting me on the edge of the tub. I gasped at the cool tile against my heated skin, but it did nothing to cool my ardor, especially when Orthorr pushed between my knees, claiming my mouth in another heated kiss.
He seemed intent on following through on his promise to take things slow, hands running over my skin without touching me where I wanted him to.
Instead of getting frustrated, I allowed myself to indulge in touching him as well, running my hands over his water slicked skin and into his hair, which he’d hastily braided that morning.
He gave me an indulgent smile when I untied it so I could run my fingers through it, basking in the softness despite his lifestyle.
I would’ve thought his hair would be coarse with the lack of products in the clan.
Instead, it was silky soft and long enough to trail down his back almost to his muscular ass.
While I played with his hair, Orthorr dragged kisses along my jaw and down my neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. He murmured something, his fingers on my hips digging in a little like whatever he was thinking bothered him.
“What’s wrong?” I asked breathlessly, pushing his hair out of his face when he leaned back to look at me.
His eyes searched mine, a hard determination overtaking his expression as he admitted, “I want to mark you. I didn’t like that guard’s attention on you. I want to put a mark where everyone will see so they know you are mine.”
Oh, gods. The confession was possessive, and I felt myself nodding before I even made the conscious decision to do so. “Please. Do it.”
He growled in approval, dipping his head again to drag his lips along the column of my neck. The scrape of his beard made me shiver and gasp, but I tipped my head to the side, giving him more room to do what he wished. If he wanted to claim me, he wouldn’t find me arguing with that.
I thought teeth would be involved, or maybe that it would hurt.
Marking me sounded ferocious, and I never expected it to be gentle.
But Orthorr didn’t hurt me. Instead, he sealed his lips on my neck and began a steady suction that had me squirming and panting, my cock throbbing between my legs even though he hadn’t touched it yet.
“Orthorr…”
He didn’t stop, but he did give me the friction I craved, his large fist wrapping around my erection and stroking lightly. He didn’t give me enough to make me come, but it was enough to make my mind go blank to everything but the pleasure he provided, and I melted into his arms.
When he lifted his head to admire his handiwork, I slumped a little.
My whole body tingled, and I felt close to embarrassing myself already.
I wished I was younger. At least then it wouldn’t be so humiliating when he made me come so quickly.
At my age, the only thing to blame for my quick reaction was my inexperience, and I hated drawing attention to it.
Humming with satisfaction, Orthorr put a hand on my chest, urging me to lie back.
The cool tile against my back made me shiver, but I didn’t have a chance to feel cold before he began kissing down my chest, his hands running up and down the insides of my thighs teasingly.
I couldn’t move without disrupting him, and I really didn’t want to do that.
I could only bask in his attention, gasping when I felt his breath along the length of my shaft.
He didn’t immediately take me into his mouth, moving past my erection with a chuckle when I whimpered.
He instead continued his journey south, kissing down my thigh and calf on one side before coming back up on the other.
I was trembling by the time his mouth was over my erection again, a steady amount of precum escaping the tip, and when his hand wrapped around my cock, I had to squeeze my eyes shut and focus hard to stop myself from reaching completion immediately.
“Ravsol? What’s wrong?”
He sounded legitimately concerned, and when I forced my eyes open, he watched me with a worried frown. Embarrassed, I felt a flush spread all the way down my chest as I admitted, “I… I’m close, and I’m not ready to be. I don’t want to embarrass myself.”
I expected teasing, or maybe even disappointment, but Orthorr only smiled at me, pulling me up long enough to press a soft kiss to my lips.
“You have no reason to be embarrassed, ravsol. Your enjoyment is all I wish for. If you are close, it means I’ve done my job well.”
“Too well,” I carped, though I really wasn’t complaining. I was just embarrassed.
He chuckled, settling me with another soft kiss before urging me to lie back again. “I’ll make it up to you.”
I should have known what would happen next with a warning like that, but nothing prepared me for the hot wet suction of his mouth when he slowly swallowed my cock, his movements a little hesitant as he did something he obviously wasn’t familiar with.
Neither was I, but I had absolutely zero complaints.
I hollered, and my body curled in on itself on instinct as the pleasure overtook me.
I would have come immediately if Orthorr’s fingers around the base of my cock didn’t squeeze tightly to stave it.
“Orthorr… Orthorr…Orthorr…” I chanted, writhing and moaning under his ministrations.
My fingers found purchase in his hair, and I gripped it tightly, back arching as he started the same steady suction he’d done on my neck.
I was a little worried I’d hurt him with my movements, either by pulling on his hair or thrusting into his mouth, but he hummed his approval, and a sob ripped from me as I felt the vibration in my cock.
“Orthorr, please!”
He finally gave in to my demands, bobbing his head, taking a little more of me each time, giving me everything I needed and more.
When he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard enough to feel as though he was sucking my soul through my cock, I wailed as my release tore through me like a storm, flooding his mouth.
If he was bothered by it, he didn’t say so, growling as he sucked down every last drop.
Every swallow sent even more pleasure coursing through me until it became too much, and I had to push him away, collapsing against the tiles again and staring up at the ceiling in shock. I had no idea sex could be that good.
If that was how it felt with just his mouth, how would it feel with him finally inside me? I was getting more and more desperate to find out.