Twenty Four
Alara
“Brave girl,” Rohan says. “Come. Get some sleep.” His hand goes to the back of my neck as he gently guides me over to the furs, but he doesn’t join me, he goes back to the fire, staring into the embers.
I get out of my pants and sit there in his tunic, watching the gentle light flicker across his face, warmth swirling in my stomach.
I run my finger over his hair at my wrist as I watch him.
Rugged. Strong. Caring.
He’s done so much for me, and it’s time I return it as if it’s my last chance.
And because it may be my last chance, I don’t dampen the tingles in my stomach, the anticipation running up my spine at the thought of Rohan having his hands on me. He makes me feel good in a way only he can, and I want to feel good with him. How could I not?
“You’re staring,” he says, still looking at the flames.
“You’re handsome,” I say, cheeks heating.
He turns his face to me, his gaze a slow perusal of where I’m sitting, what I’m doing. His jaw ticks.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he says quietly, and my heart skips a beat, rising heat flowing between us.
“How am I looking at you?” I whisper, even though I already know.
“Like you want me,” he says, tone low, thick with heat.
I swallow, chest rising and falling harshly.
“Will you refuse me?” he asks, taking a step and then stopping.
“With what?”
“Letting me show you how beautiful you are to me?”
I say nothing and he takes a step closer.
“You’re sitting there with my tunic on you, legs bare, your hair flowing around you like even fire wants you to be seen, and you’re looking at me like you want me.
I can’t refuse that look.” He takes a breath.
“So if I were to come over there, would you refuse me? Because I will touch you, Alara.” Another step.
“And if I were to touch you, I wouldn’t be able to stop. ” Another. “Understand?”
“I understand, I…” I look down at myself, suddenly feeling self-conscious of my healing body.
Rohan is there in an instant, hands on my face.
“Alara.” I look up at him and he places a palm to my chest, over my racing heart.
“You are more than the skin you rest within, it’s this that will always call to me.
” He rubs over my heart and my eyes fill with tears.
“But make no mistake.” He gently guides me back, mindful of my injuries as he gazes at me.
Eyes darkening. “The desire I have for your body is unmatched.”
He lowers himself and parts my thighs slowly, checking to see if I’m in pain, and when I lick my lips, he begins to kiss the inside of them, making me gasp, never once taking his eyes off of me.
“Rohan.” I whimper, my stomach flipping.
“So beautiful,” he mutters as he kisses my skin like it’s something he should cherish. Sucking, licking… biting almost playfully before he moves to the other, giving it the same attention.
This isn’t like the other night where he kissed my injuries like he could heal them, take them away as his own. This is him showing me what I do to him. How much he wants me.
My stomach swoops, a warm sensation taking over me, a lightness that has me sinking into the furs. Surrendering to him completely.
He grunts in satisfaction.
“I’d never been inside anyone until you.” I gasp on a moan as he nips at me. “But I just couldn’t resist you Alara, fuck, I can never resist you.”
“Ro-han...” I stutter, his words setting a fire inside of me.
“Let me taste you,” he says, eyes locking with mine. “Let me show you how much I want you, let me chase away those ugly thoughts in your mind.”
I squirm, fingers fisted in the furs. I want that.
“Words.”
“Y-yes.” I barely get the words out when he buries his face between my legs, groaning at the taste like he’s starved.
I moan softly as he licks around me, parting me to get deeper.
“I fucking love your pussy, Little Whisperer. Tell me I can stay here all night and make you come again and again, letting me show you how much I crave you.”
I groan.
“Words, Alara,” he reminds me.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“So obedient.” He growls into me, slowly pushing a finger inside me and the pleasure heightens.
My back starts to arch when he rubs over a single spot, but he stills me with a hand.
“Careful or this stops,” Rohan says as he lifts his head, lips glistening. “If you hurt yourself, I’ll stop. Understand?”
“I can’t help it.” My breath stutters as he swirls a finger around me.
“Greedy girl,” he mumbles, and then he sits back and starts to unwind the ribbons on his forearms as I watch, squirming. “Look at you, being all impatient.”
His dark eyes burn with so much intensity, I shiver. Because I want him. I always want him. Only he brings out this side of me, my need for him, to want to be as close as possible to him. I want him to give me pleasure, I want him to stop the throbbing between my thighs that he’s caused.
He grabs the hem of my tunic and lifts it off of me gently, his eyes devouring me like he’s never seen me before and a breathy moan comes from me.
My hips shift, and my thighs try to close for friction but with him in between them, I can’t.
My hands move to my hips and he tracks it like a predator as I slowly lower one hand between my thighs, feeling my own wetness there.
A breath stutters out of me.
I’ve never been so bold before, but as he watches me, unblinking like he doesn’t want to miss a single moment, I feel powerful under his gaze.
“Gods,” he breathes, unwrapping his other arm as I dip my finger inside. “Can you feel how you grip yourself?” I nod, cheeks warm. “That’s how it feels on my cock. And fuck, Alara, it feels so good. I never want to leave your heat, never want to stop fucking you, being inside of you.”
I whimper at his words and he grabs my hand, bringing it to his lips, sucking the wetness off of me.
“You taste so good,” he groans, before hovering back over me. “Tell me if you don’t like it, tell me to stop, tell me if you don’t want to do this and they will be gone in the next moment.”
Then he’s tying a ribbon around my wrist, watching my reaction, and when I give nothing more than a breathy sigh, he secures my other one to it.
It’s not tight, and I probably could easily get out of it, but the way Rohan eyes his ribbons on me, it has me squirming which causes his eyes to flick up to me.
He wraps another ribbon around my waist, careful of all my injuries before he’s tying my hands to my stomach. Keeping them still.
“Okay?” he asks, and I nod, surprisingly so and my breathing deepens, my stomach fluttering. I know I’m safe with Rohan, my body knows that. Always. “Yeah you are,” he says, running his finger through my wetness and he groans again. “Are you going to stay still?”
I nod, an impatient moan coming from me.
“You have to, Alara, I won’t have you hurting yourself, no matter how much I want to eat you like the starved beast I am.”
“Rohan…”
He dives straight back in.
This time, he keeps hold of the ribbon on my waist right next to my hands and he pulls down, keeping me from arching my back as he circles my clit.
I cry out when he adds a finger, sweat beading my brow as I gasp at the intrusion.
“Oh Gods.”
“Look at you, you’re doing so well.” I whine, toes curling and he chuckles into me, adding another finger. “So beautiful, and mine.”
He doesn’t hold back.
He licks and sucks me, his fingers thrusting in and out and my legs start to shake, stomach quivering. He releases my wrists and lifts a hand to my breasts, circling and pinching my nipples, grabbing a small handful and getting as close to me as possible.
“This is what I want to do when we get out of here. You’re going to stay in my bed, and I will keep you there with your fiery hair and your thighs trying to get me as close to you as you can.” He groans. “Gods, you undo me.”
He swirls his tongue around my clit, adding more pressure, then he’s curling his fingers inside of me and my orgasm hits me so fast I go dizzy with it.
He moans against me, my body tingles, my pussy spasming around him as he gently brings me down.
I sink into the furs, chest heaving and he continues to lick at me, mumbling something I can’t hear.
“Rohan,” I whimper when he sits back, his own chest rising and falling harshly, his eyes ablaze with desire. But when he makes no move to do anything else, I frown.
“I won’t take you, Little Whisperer,” he shakes his head. “Heal fully first.”
“But—”
“No.” He shakes his head. Adamant.
“Please?”
“Fuck, you can’t say that to me.” But I will. I want to feel him, all of him. To remind me that we’re still here, that he’s here with me, that nothing has changed even though it has, that he still wants me.
“Please, Rohan.”
He squeezes his eyes shut, but they soon open again, like he can’t not look at me.
I open my legs wider and his eyes drop to my center, nostrils flaring.
“Please, I want you inside me, to feel you.” I sound desperate and I am. “Fuck,” he growls, already undoing his pants, removing the laces harshly and pulling himself out.
He’s hard and thick, a white bead forming on the end and my mouth waters.
The want I have for him deepens. It’s all consuming, a need that I know he feels too.
“Look what you do to me, what you always do to me.” He strokes himself roughly, almost angrily as he stares at me. “Look at that perfect pussy. It wants me there, doesn’t it?”
I nod, moaning at the thought.
I want to reach for him, but the ribbons stop me.
“It wants me to stretch it, right? To fill it, welcome me home?”
I moan and he groans, leaning over me with one hand by my head as he continues to stroke.
“Rohan.”
“You want my cock in you, brave girl?”
I nod.
“Words,” he demands.
“I do, please.”
“How did I ever think I could resist you,” he grits out. “It’s futile to even try. I’ll give you anything you want. Always.”
He lowers himself, I feel him there, rubbing up and down and then he dips himself in, just a little, and he hisses.
I wiggle, trying to get him deeper.
“Do not test me, Alara, you’re hurt and I don’t want to hurt you any more, tell me you understand?”
“I do,” I breathe.
He pushes in more, groaning, and he bares his teeth, looking down at where we’re joined. “There you go, look at you taking me again.” I whine. “I know, shh, nearly there.” He pushes deeper still, lifting my leg gently to his hip and he pushes until he’s fully inside of me.
We both groan, and his head tilts back as I feel him twitch inside me, feel the way his fingers tighten on my hip where he grips me.
“Perfection,” he breathes, and then he slowly pulls out, and pushes back in. “Absolute fucking perfection that you are, my Alara.”
His thrusts are long and deep, but gentle.
This isn’t like any other time before.
It feels like more. Closer, a deeper affection I haven’t experienced.
“R-Rohan,” I stutter, and he pulls out before slowly thrusting back in, his body trembling.
“Can I fill you again? Tell me I can fill you.”
“You can,” I breathe, the familiar tingle of pleasure I only have with him building once again.
I clench around him.
“Fuck, you’re going to come again, aren’t you?”
I moan, unable to get the words out. My hands want to touch him, and as he realizes it, he undoes the ribbons in the next moment, and then my hands are on him.
His shoulders, his chest, his stomach. He closes his eyes, shuddering and then he leans down. Elbows on either side of my head as my hands land on his biceps.
“Never think I’m ever disgusted in your body,” he breathes against my lips, and I want them.
I want him to kiss me until we have no air, I want him to kiss me and make me feel alive again.
I want him to kiss me like he could love me.
“You’re all there is for me, Alara,” he says, groaning as he speeds up a little, but still so gentle. “Tell me I’m all there is for you too.”
“You are,” I whimper, and then he kisses me.
It’s soft, devastating, so deep and full of passion, of desire and want, need… and dare I think, something more.
I can feel it pouring from him, wrapping around us in a cocoon.
And when he comes inside of me, when he takes me with him and I cry into his lips, his hands roaming softly over my body, whispering praises in my ear, I know I could never love another the way I love Rohan Asgarr. Dragonbond, rider of Drogonah and leader of clan Blackscale.
And maybe.
Just maybe.
He loves me too.