Chapter 16
Chapter
Sixteen
Leda
Several hours and countless orgasms later, I lay face down on Bokkan’s bed, panting. The pain of the scratches on my forearms all but forgotten in my exhaustion.
The horny cloud surrounding my thoughts had finally dissipated, leaving me limp and replete.
Bokkan had used his hands and his mouth to bring me to climax so many times that my clit was tender, and the delicate skin of my pussy was swollen and hot.
Despite the fact that I’d had no control over the arousal surging through me, I now understood why some human women might agree to come here and have sex with daemons if they were anything like Bokkan.
Not only did he take direction well, but he also followed the responses of my body.
If I gasped or moaned, he would keep touching me the same way.
If I pulled on his hair or horns, he would move faster or press his fingers deeper inside me.
He seemed to understand when I was moments away from climax and he would push me over the edge every single time.
I moaned when Bokkan’s huge hands scooped me up from the bed, cradling me against his broad chest.
“I think I’m orgasmed out,” I mumbled against his throat.
A low laugh vibrated his chest. “I understood when you told me that you would stab me if I tried to touch you again.”
“I said that?”
His laugh was a little louder this time. “A few moments after your last climax.”
“Oh,” I murmured. “Then, why aren’t you letting me sleep?”
“You need to wash. And I need to change your bandages.”
“Fine.”
My gusty reply earned me another amused rumble of his chest. I remained relaxed in his hold, letting him carry me into the bathing room. He took me to the counter and set me on top of a huge towel, the fabric protecting me from the cold stone surface.
I slouched forward as his hands drifted to the bandages wrapping my arms. To my surprise, it didn’t hurt very much when he began to remove them. The deep burning pain I’d felt earlier was gone.
His hands were gentle as he set the wraps aside and lifted the fabric he’d placed over the scratches.
It seemed absorbent like gauze, but much softer and lighter.
When my skin was revealed, my eyes widened.
All that was left were bright red marks.
In less than twelve hours, all the cuts had closed, even those deep enough to require stitches.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered, turning my arms to examine the mostly healed wounds.
“Is this wrong?” Bokkan asked. He sounded worried.
I shook my head. “Yes and no. It usually takes a couple of weeks for scratches and cuts this deep to heal. Not less than a day.” I winced as I examined the stitches. “You’ll have to remove these or the skin might grow over them.”
“Is it safe to take them out?” he asked. “I don’t know anything about how humans heal.”
“Based on how the cuts look, yes.”
He unearthed the kit containing his first-aid supplies and pulled out a pair of snips.
My grandmother had a pair similar for cutting thread when she worked on her cross stitch.
They were wickedly sharp. Not wanting to flinch and end up bleeding again, I let my arm rest on my lap and held as still as possible.
A few minutes later, all the stitches were cut, and he had tugged them free. A few were a little painful because the skin was already starting to grow around the thread.
Once he finished, he tidied the counter and put everything away. Then, without a word, he scooped me back up into his arms and walked to the bathing pool.
The hot water swallowed us as he sank deeper than I ever had before, moving us to the opposite side of the pool. He settled on a ledge, still holding me in his lap. When I tried to move and sit beside him, he held fast.
“Stay,” he commanded, reaching into a recessed shelf next to him.
I was too tired to give him shit for commanding me like a dog.
He pulled out a bottle and set it on the side of the bathing pool.
Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, he dipped me back until my hair and scalp were submerged in the hot water.
Then, he poured the liquid from the bottle onto my hair.
The scent was warm and sensual, like amber and sandalwood, but it wasn’t too strong.
Still cradling me like a child, he set the bottle aside and began to massage the liquid into my hair.
My eyes drooped, closing slowly as he used the pads of his fingers to rub my scalp.
His claws lightly scratched my scalp occasionally, but it felt good.
A long, deep sigh escaped me as warm tingles spread over my head, down my neck, and to my shoulders.
Once my hair was washed, he lowered me and rinsed it. Then, he turned me in his lap, so my back rested against his front. He retrieved a bar of soap from the same recessed shelf and lathered his hands.
Every muscle in my body seemed to melt as he ran his hands over my skin, washing me carefully.
Once my front and my legs were clean, he turned me and guided my legs until I straddled his lap, facing him.
His hands pressed my body against his, urging me to lay my forehead on his shoulder.
After working up more lather with the soap, he washed my back in firm, steady strokes that were more like a massage than bathing.
I was nothing but a limp noodle by the time he slipped his soapy hand between my legs, removing the sticky traces of arousal from my body. I was so relaxed that I didn’t even react when his hands moved to my ass and washed each cheek and between them with the same thoroughness.
Once I was washed and rinsed, he kept me facing him, wrapping one arm beneath my ass and the other around my upper back. My arms felt weak as I twined them around his neck, but I managed to hang on as he hoisted us out of the bathing pool.
I shivered at the cool air but quickly warmed as he draped a large towel around me and dried my skin. When he reached for a shirt hanging on a wall hook, I shook my head.
“I’ll be warm enough if you stay with me,” I murmured, tucking my face into the crook of his neck. I didn’t examine my desire to feel his skin against mine. Just tonight, I was going to enjoy it. Tomorrow, I could worry about everything that transpired tonight.
My words were rewarded with another rumble in his chest. He carried me into the bedchamber and tucked me beneath the furs and smooth sheets. Once he was done, he walked over to the fireplace and added a few more logs to the fire.
I watched as he walked around the room and turned off the lamps.
He paused at the end of the bed. “You should eat.”
“I can eat in the morning,” I replied. My voice sounded as sleepy as I felt.
He sighed but didn’t argue with me. He climbed beneath the blankets and faced me, reaching out. Then, he hesitated, as though he wasn’t sure if he should touch me.
I scooted closer, putting a hand on his chest.
With a heavy sigh, he wrapped his arms around me, dragging me across the bed and against his body.
My head was pillowed on his bicep, and I draped an arm over his ribs.
His other arm wound around my shoulder, down my back, to cup the cheek of my ass.
The same position we were in when I woke in his embrace before.
He was so large, and his arms were so long that I felt enveloped. Surrounded.
Safe.
I shouldn’t feel safe with this huge, horned daemon. He had fangs, claws, and even a tail. He should look like a monster to me.
At first, maybe he did. But now, he just looked like… him.
And he never acted like a beast with me. If anything, he’d been more considerate and caring than any man I’d ever dated. He saw to my comfort. He seemed interested in what I had to say. He held me as though I were the most precious treasure.
Yes, this male made me feel safer than I ever had before.
Maybe it was the feel-good hormones and chemicals from all the orgasms he’d given me, but lying here in his arms, warm and replete in his bed, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
The thought floated through my mind, and it didn’t scare the shit out of me. The idea of being stuck here wasn’t as daunting if I could have this every night.
If there were a way I could have both my home and this daemon, I might be willing to try.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t a possibility. I couldn’t give up my home for a place where I had no rights. A place where I was considered nothing more than an indentured servant or property.
The thought made me sad. With a sigh, I closed my eyes and cuddled a little closer to Bokkan. His arm tightened around me a bit, and his tail wound further up my leg, the tip coming to rest on my inner thigh just above my knee.
Warm and cozy, I drifted into a dreamless sleep.
“Time to get out of bed.”
I cracked one eye open, and all I could see was a naked expanse of deep bronze skin. I was still completely wrapped up in Bokkan’s hold, but he was now on his back, and I was draped over his body.
“Why is it time to get out of bed?” I asked, closing my eyes again.
“We’re training today.”
“Have fun. Kick ass. I’ll see you when you’re done,” I mumbled, about to fall asleep again.
Before I could pass back out, Bokkan grunted and swept the furs off our bodies. I tensed and yelped.
“It’s too damn cold for that shit,” I mumbled, sliding off his body and grabbing for the furs.
He didn’t let me settle back into bed. The damned daemon rolled over, still holding me to him, and stood next to the bed, carrying me into the bathing room.
“I take back anything nice I said about you,” I grumbled, letting my legs dangle around his thighs.
I also ignored the heavy erection pressing against my lower abdomen. If I gave it too much attention, I would start to think about all the things he’d done to my body yesterday. Now that I knew he could smell when I was aroused, I didn’t want to get turned on.
“You haven’t said any nice things about me,” Bokkan replied, sounding downright jovial.
“Well, I thought a few yesterday, but now I’m not going to say them out loud because you’ve pissed me off.”
He released one of his rumbling chuckles. “I am assuming that pissed off means you’re annoyed with me rather than you’re going to pee on me.”
“You would assume right.”
Bokkan carried me over to the counter and sat me on the same towel he’d laid out when he’d checked my bandages last night.
He immediately picked up my right hand and examined my forearm and bicep.
The scratches that had closed but remained bright red yesterday were little more than pink welts on my skin.
The shallower cuts were completely gone, leaving only a couple of small white scars in some places and none in others.
It seemed whatever herbs in the tinctures he’d used on my skin or given me yesterday not only prevented infection and deadened pain but helped me heal at an incredibly rapid rate.
“This is nuts,” I mumbled, staring at my healed arms. “Cuts and scratches like those would have taken me weeks, maybe even a month, to heal this fully at home.”
“I am glad you are no longer in pain,” Bokkan replied. “And you have certainly healed enough to train today.”
I frowned at him. “Why are you so determined that I train today?”
“You trained daily in your realm, did you not?” he asked.
I nodded, studying his expression.
“Then, it is important you keep it up. I will always protect you, but I do not want you to lose your own strength and skill.” A sly smile spread across his face. “Also, I want to see if you can take me down.”
I smirked at him. “You realize I’m not going to take it easy on you, right?”
“I do,” he answered.
“In fact, I’m going to be even meaner to you than I would have because you dragged me out of bed when I was sleeping so well.”
He leaned toward me, putting a hand on each side of my hips on the counter. His black eyes sparkled with amusement and sheer enjoyment. “I look forward to it.”
Poking him in the chest with a finger, I said, “Then, back off so I can get dressed and fuel up before I have to kick your ass.”
His eyes moved down my body at my words, taking in my bare flesh. I barely suppressed a shiver at the slow, appreciative perusal. He leaned forward, just a bit, and I thought he was going to touch me.
Instead, he pushed himself away from the counter and sauntered out of the bathing room, flexing muscles and hard cock on full display.
I released a slow breath and pushed myself off the counter. It was for the best if we didn’t repeat last night. I had a home to get back to, and a seven-foot-tall daemon didn’t belong there.