CHAPTER 6
Beads of water trickled down her naked flesh, her muscles loosening as Nyra continued to wash herself.
She had debated bathing fully clothed but then realized how absolutely ridiculous it would be. Had the menacing warrior wanted to take advantage of her he could have done so a countless number of times already. He could easily hold her down with one hand. They had been alone for half the night and there would have been no one to stop the giant of a man from having his way with her had he wished it so.
As much as he was the savage that she recognized him to be, he could also be surprisingly gentle. A hint of some deep rooted pain lay hidden in those magnificent blue eyes of his, a longing that seemed to appear in a flash when he stared deep into her eyes before vanishing once more, making Nyra question whether it had been there to begin with.
The voice of reason in her head seemed to be severely conflicted. It was more than obvious that she should have been using this time while alone and unguarded to find a way to escape instead of having a leisurely bath, but for some fucked up reason she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Where would she go, anyway?
There was no one waiting for her. No one that would wonder where she had gone. Sure, Margot might think of her once in a while, but Nyra had already said her final goodbyes to the cook, making peace with the high possibility that she would die in this dragon slaying mission one way or another and hence never see Margot again. And the Captain–well, he would most likely assume that the beast had eaten her once she failed to return in one piece.
There was also the undeniable pull between Nyra and her captor that she couldn’t ignore. If she were to die soon, she might as well indulge in her carnal urges, and who better with than that brooding chunk of raw masculinity.
With those thoughts in mind, Nyra had stripped out of her clothing, laying them out to dry on some rock on the side, and got to cleaning herself.
It felt good to wash the dirt and grass stains off her flesh, to allow the warm water to cleanse away the slight apprehension that she had felt ever since leaving the tavern. Which was another confabulation in itself, that instead of fear and trepidation, Nyra felt alarmingly safe and protected in her captor’s presence, as if the gloomy male had instilled a sense of calm in her, never once doubting his intentions and sincerity to never harm her.
“He made his intentions clear, alright,” she muttered to herself, wringing her hair, replaying every moment since their encounter in the inn.
“Did I, now?”
She spun around.
Her breath hitched.
Ah, shit.
Her smug captor was standing at the edge of the pool, shirtless, his chiseled torso on full display. Wide shoulders bursting with strength and a chest and abdomen so perfectly sculpted that rows upon rows of muscles that Nyra hadn’t even been aware existed were immaculately etched into his giant warrior’s body. If she had thought him beautiful before, there were no words to describe the virile man standing before her, oozing with raw sexual power.
As if reading her mind, he smirked, unbuttoning his pants, his eyes locked on her.
“What the hell are you doing?” she breathed, her voice faltering, her own nakedness completely forgotten about as his pants dropped.
“Taking a bath.”
Nyra’s mind went blank. Her mouth hanging open, saliva collecting at the corners as she took him in.
Of course he has to look like a fucking god.
Massive thighs that could crush a man’s skull held up his impressive body, his calves elongated but equally defined. Her head tilted, her gaze sliding to his groin, where a monster of a cock hung heavy; long, thick, with bulging veins running over velvety steel, just begging to be traced with her tongue. She greedily licked her lips, imagining the feel of it.
“You’re drooling.”
Her nipples pebbled, skin erupting in goose bumps, his husky voice only adding to the heady temptation that was all him, her arousal spiking to concerning levels.
Unable to look away, Nyra watched as he lowered himself into the pool, the surface rippling around his rugged body as he stalked towards her.
She backed up, transfixed, still too lost in whatever the hell was happening at the moment to care about her exposed breasts and her stiff nipples pointing straight at him as if beckoning him, aching to be touched.
“I’m not, I’ve seen better,” she said, her voice lower than she’d like, feigning indifference when her insides were doing somersaults, her body on the verge of combusting.
The cool stone hit her back, halting her further movements.
She gasped.
“What’s the matter, wildling?” Amusement and something sinister radiated off of him as he advanced on her. “Not so brave anymore.” His eyes were half-lidded as his gaze swept over Nyra, branding her like a physical caress.
Her skin burned. Heart pounding, chest heaving as he came within an inch of her, so close she could smell his woodsy scent, could feel the heat rolling off of him in waves. Could see the raw hunger in his eyes and the delicate thread of control that he was barely holding on to.
A droplet of water trickled down her face, her neck, her collarbones, his intense gaze following it as it trailed down her flesh, resting finally on her pert nipple. His eyes darkened, flashing with danger, causing the tight bud to stiffen even more. Moisture leaking out of her core, pussy clenching, begging to be filled up.
Her lids dropped, head craning back as she stared at him, mesmerized by the glorious male in front of her.
His hand lifted.
She whimpered, internally pleading for him to touch her, to put her out of her fucking misery already. To ease the devastating pressure that was rapidly rising in her.
“You’re trembling.” His hand halted, brows knitting together as he searched her face. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Shaking her head, no words came forth to dissuade him, to convince him of the false notion that she was afraid of him, that the reason for her trembling was not fear but an overwhelming sense of unadulterated desire. Nyra could only stare, hypnotized, as he slowly backed up and leaned on the opposite side of the pool’s edge, arms spread out, braced on the stone wall behind him.
Disappointment and confusion raked her insides, his abrupt withdrawal and lack of action contradictory to his possessive nature that Nyra realized was like an aphrodisiac to her.
Maybe he’s not as attracted to you as you are to him.
Swallowing down the bitter lump of rejection and clearing her throat, she lowered herself into the water until her shoulders sank underneath. “I thought you were going to make us some food.”
His head tipped back, resting on the stone as his eyes drifted shut. “Is that really what’s bothering you, wildling?” Her brows furrowed. “Ask me what you really want to know.”
“I–uh–” she shook her head, not understanding his words. Not understanding the suddenly angry scowl marking his striking features as his lids lifted. Nor the heady way that he was staring at her, as if at war with himself, as if suffering, silently begging Nyra, but for what, she wasn’t sure.
“What happened to that fearless woman,” he said, his tone cold, dripping with venom, “the one that had dared to defy me in the forest, giving me the chase of my life?” He cocked his head. “The one that had shot down a fucking dragon from the sky, completely ignorant of the fire raging on around her?”
Her breath caught. “How do you know about that?”
Blue flames danced in his eyes, challenging her. “I know a lot of things, wildling. It’s you that baffles me. Now,” he leaned forward, eyes blazing, “ask me.”
Heart pounding, she studied him, alarm bells going off somewhere in the back of her mind, questioning herself and what her intuition was telling her, choosing to take the easier route. “Tell me your name.”
“Coward,” he spat, his muscular arms stretched out, his wide chest on full display. “Try again.”
“I. Want. To. Know. Your. Name.”
“Ask me what you really want to know, Nyra,” he growled, the water around him bubbling, “and if you’re honest, I will tell you my fucking name.”
The nerve of him.
Chest heaving, she glided forward, one step at a time, then another one, and again, keeping herself hidden under the water, her eyes never straying from the warrior, until barely an arms length separated their naked bodies.
I’m going to die anyway. No reason to feint modesty.
Her pulse raced. Heart palpitating, skin tingling from the ferocity of his stare.
I’m no coward, damn him and his stupid self.
He grinned triumphantly. “Say. It.”
She straightened, tiny beads of water rushing down her naked flesh as Nyra emerged from the pool, her body dripping wet right in front of him.
“Your name,” she hissed. “What is it?”
His arm shot out, pulling her onto his lap until she straddled him. “Wrong fucking question. Ask me,” he murmured by her ear, fingers digging into her hips as he ground her down over his erection, “why I didn’t touch you. Why I didn’t dip my fingers into your pretty little pussy and make you cum all over me.”
“Fuck you,” she half-seethed through a moan, pushing at his chest, her body shaking all over once more from his vicinity, from the surge of heat in her throbbing core.
“Ask me,” he growled, yanking her head back by the hair, his big cock settling in the crease of her ass, “how I’ve kept my fucking hands off you when all I’ve been able to think about is spreading you and feasting on your dripping pink cunt.”
“Who said I’d let you?” A full body shiver swept over her as his nose trailed up her throat. Her nipples ached, brushing against his bare chest.
He pulled her hair, pushing her breast out as her back arched. “Oh, you’d let me, wildling.” His tongue swirled around one hard bud, then the other, tasting her. “You’d beg me so prettily,” – lick – “so eagerly,” – lick – “so willingly,” lick, lick –
“You smug bas–” she cried out, his hot mouth clamping down on her nipple. Biting, sucking, teasing it as if it was his favorite meal. As if trying to see just how viciously he could suck the tight peak into his greedy mouth before she completely lost her damn mind and truly begged him to ruin her.
“You were saying?” he chuckled before biting down again.
Fingers dug into his shoulders as Nyra clawed at him, his hold unforgiving. Slight pain shooting through her as he mercilessly fisted her hair, the other hand rolling and pinching her other nipple, shudders overtaking her.
Unknowingly, she began to rock her hips, grinding against his thick cock, the smooth shaft rubbing her swollen clit.
“There she is,” he growled, squeezing her ass with both hands, “my fierce little vixen, taking what she needs from me.”
She was so obscenely wet. So utterly and undeniably drenched, that Nyra thanked the heavens for the small mercy of being in a pool of water, where the arrogant male wouldn’t be able to discern just how soaked she truly was. Where she could pretend that the slick pouring out of her aching center wasn’t her body’s treachery and raw desire for him. Where she could fight the confusing emotions battling inside of her. Otherwise, Nyra was sure she would never hear the end of his insufferable gloating. Nor would she be able to pretend that she hated him anymore.
“Hmm,” he hummed against her nipple before sucking hard, “fucking delicious,” spreading her ass then ruthlessly squeezing it together, a snug pocket forming around his steel shaft. “And to think I almost lost this.”
“What are you talking about?” A loud, embarrassingly wanton wail burst from her as his swollen head rubbed against her entrance. Her pussy contracting around it, as if trying to suck in the bulbous crown.
A loud pop sounded as he released her flesh. “Bloody hell, woman,” he groaned, teeth clenching, “your greedy little cunt is desperate for my fat cock, isn’t she?”
Nyra shook her head vigorously, bolting her mouth shut before another moan could escape, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she craved him.
All of him.
“I bet she’s gaping wide open for me.”
“Like I said,” breathless, false bravado speaking from her, “you’re delusional.”
In one swift motion, she found herself being spun around and lifted out of the water, her ass planted on the edge of the shimmering pool.
Her captor pushed on her chest, pressing her down onto the ground, his massive hands gliding down her slick body, palming her curves before hooking both arms under her thighs and pulling her forward.
“I wonder,” he whispered, her skin burning under his touch as his eyes zeroed in on the apex of her thighs, “what will I find when I open these legs?” Licking his full lips, his heavy cock jerked in midair.
A treasonous whimper met him, Nyra’s fists clenching at her sides. “I’m dry as the fucking desert. Might as well give up.”
Growling, he pushed her knees all the way back, revealing her soaked pussy to him. A deep flush coated her body as he leaned in, inspecting her with lethal focus. Shame for being so completely exposed overtook her, for the indisputable proof of her arousal that was dripping down her ass.
His fingers brushed against her, dipping into her cream before lifting them up for Nyra to see.
Oh, shit.
“Tha–that’s water.”
He smirked, reverently sucking his fingers clean, his pupils blown wide as he groaned. “There you go lying again, wildling. I think it’s time I finally taught you a lesson.”
Precum leaked from his swollen crown, dripping onto her lower stomach. The sudden urge to rub it into her skin took over. She bit her lip, contemplating if it would be too soon to show him the hidden depraved side of herself.
“Do it.”
Her eyes shot up. They stared at each other in silence, only their heavy breathing and the pounding of their hearts echoing around them, as if nothing and no one else existed in the world but the two of them and this very moment that seemed to stretch on forever.
“Do. It.”
“Tell me your name.”
He snarled, actually fucking snarled at her, eyes ablaze, his hands still pressing her knees back, his long silver hair shimmering as he hovered above her like a merciless god of thunder.
“Tell me,” she breathed, eyes locked on him, her fingers slowly gliding through his juices. “Please.”
Something vicious snapped in him, as if a switch had gone off, as if her words triggered the delicate hold on his control, turning him into a murderous beast.
Bending over, he licked a path up her body through his arousal, spreading it everywhere as his tongue swirled in every dip and hollow, around her tight nipples, biting them. Up, up, and in between her collarbones, the column of her throat, nipping the skin, sucking her earlobe before his tongue lashed out again, pulling moans out of Nyra as his giant body nestled in between her thighs.
One massive hand wrapped around her throat, the other circling her drenched entrance.
“My name...” he murmured into her ear, smirking. “Well, you’ll find out soon enough.” His fingers plunged in. “Now, start your fucking screaming, wildling,” and for the first time in her life, Nyra obeyed.