Chapter Twenty-Three
Two weeks passed in anxious accord. Vasren took me on daily excursions, getting me out of the manor and away from the endless decisions that had to be made about what sort of materials and styles should be used in the renovations.
After the day at the bathhouse, I invited him to stay the night.
He had, but I refused to have sex with him.
I refused the next night as well. And the night after.
I was getting as tense as he was. A little short-tempered too, truth be told.
But I knew it was integral for us to establish our mental and emotional foundation before we went back to the physical.
Sex had a tendency to confuse the heart.
Waking up beside Vas on the fifteenth day since my return to Sunsho, I knew it was time. We had waited long enough. Frankly, it was starting to feel ridiculous to deny him and then curl up in his arms every night.
As if Vas sensed my decision, he pressed up against my back, curling our bodies together. “Mate, I need you. Enough of this waiting.”
I rubbed my ass over his erection and angled my torso to face him and bring our lips together.
Vas groaned as we kissed, his tongue soon going savage.
I met his urgency with my own as I pressed back, guiding him between my thighs.
Squeezing my legs together, I curled my hips and pumped him through the vise.
His shaft rubbed along the base of my sacs, the blushing tip emerging to tease me.
The friction along that sensitive area cast my head back onto his shoulder.
Vasren cried out and pumped faster, but only a few seconds later, he pulled back and pushed me onto my belly. “I can't wait any longer.”
“It's in the drawer,” I panted and swung a hand toward the bedside table.
Vas dove to his right, yanked open the drawer, and slammed the contents around until he drew forth a slender bottle.
Resuming his position on his knees, he opened the bottle and poured a little of the glistening contents on his palm.
After capping the bottle, he tossed it aside and then coated his shaft.
“On your knees, Mate.” Vas gripped his shaft like a sword. “And brace yourself. You're about to see what happens when you deny a Dragon his mate for nearly two months.”
Two months? Yes, I suppose with the month I had been away, it made our abstinence over a month and a half long. Before Vasren, such a length of time would seem insignificant, but now, it was an eternity.
Excitement shot through my body as I pushed up onto my hands and knees. I spread my legs to make room for him between them and then gripped the bedding. Seconds later, Vas was inside me, his body bent over mine, and his savage grunts vibrating in my ear.
The sounds Vas made as he thrust multiplied the pleasure of his flesh sliding into mine.
It spread up my belly and down my thighs, clenching my muscles and sending my eyes rolling back in my head.
Two thoughts circled my brain at once. One was a question—Why had I denied him so long?
And, the other was its obvious answer—This is why I denied him for so long.
If we had indulged in this physical magic, it would have overshadowed everything else.
Vas shoved upright, off my back, gripped my hips, and went wild.
Slapping flesh added its voice to the symphony of our sex, and I couldn't help but contribute whimpers of need and delight.
We hit all the notes in perfect harmony, our bodies slamming through the rhythm with an abandon we'd never embraced before.
My channel clenched around Vas as he went deeper, his pelvis flattening my flesh. And I still needed more.
I dropped my head to the mattress. “Harder, Mate!”
Vasren snarled and slammed harder into me.
A fist collected my hair and pulled. I rose onto my hands again, back arching, and released all control.
With my body under his command, Vas worked me into a frenzy, his hips twisting to push his shaft into me at different angles and hit my channel in new ways. I was close. So close.
Someone knocked on my suite door.
“Not now!” I shouted.
“But, boss, they're back from Weisha.”
Vasren roared loud enough to ring my ears. No words, just a roar.
“Yeah, all right. We'll be downstairs when you're done. You don't have to go all dragon on me.” Baelxa continued to mutter as he left, “It's about time they fucked. Sheesh. I don't know what the fuck they were waiting for. They're both men, for fuck's sake. Men don't give a—”
Still snarling, Vas sped up. And then we were there, both of us cresting together. His hips punched forward, he yanked me up and held me against his chest in a tight embrace, and we cried out in unison.
Only after the tremendous, rolling completion subsided did Vas and I fall onto the mattress together. I turned to face him and snuggled into his arms. Then I looked up at him.
Vasren's eyes glittered. “Baelxa sure does like the word 'fuck.'”
“Oh, yes. He likes to say it and do it.”
“Yes, but it seems that he doesn't like to hear other people do it.”
“That's actually a relief. The last thing I need is a house full of perverts listening at my bedroom door.”
“I don't know. That might be sexy.”
I lifted an eyebrow at him.
“All right, yes, I would probably murder them.”
I snickered.
Vasren smirked.
We burst into laughter.