Chapter 25 – Neve
Chapter 25
NEVE
I held my breath and trailed my fingers through the red petals I’d sent the servants to fetch from the palace greenhouses.
Would he get in the water?
I’d had far too much time to think this seduction over, to consider if it was smart.
It wasn’t. But bleeding skies fall down on me if I gave a damn anymore. Vale and I had been attracted to one another since day one. We’d shared a room, and a bed for many nights. We were becoming increasingly familiar with one another. I liked him, and my body wanted his.
Surely it wouldn’t hurt to give in to desire? The fae were known for being very sexual, and I would bet many coins that Vale had had many casual flings. He was a prince of the realm, for stars’ sake! Fae must throw themselves at him every day.
So I’d made a choice to seduce him, and I hoped he met me halfway .
Please, you big, handsome lug, get in the tub!
After what felt like an age, he took off his boots and pulled his shirt over his head. I swallowed. Soon, I’d be able to run my hands over those stunning muscles. As I’d wanted to do for so long.
The bloodied shirt fell to the ground, and he stared at me as if still questioning this choice. “You’re sure?”
“I am. Are you?”
A lengthy pause in which I about died followed. Then his hands went to his pants and before I could blink, the pants were on the floor too.
“I wanted to make sure you could handle me, wife.”
The prince hadn’t been wearing undergarments and now he stood before me, nude and glorious.
Every line of him was sheer perfection, even those that were scars, which he had many. His tattoos, which I’d glimpsed many times since we’d been living together, were only decorations on a more beautiful canvas.
And his cock . . . a delicious ache grew inside me.
Vale watched me watching him, a faint curve of his lips the only tell of his amusement. When I could drag my eyes up, up, up, back to his face, he winked.
“Do I meet your requirements, little beast?”
“Aesthetically, I believe you’ll do.” I winked back. “I hope you know how to use what the stars gave you, my prince.”
He snorted and came to stand at the edge of the bath, his malehood so close, already stiff and standing proud. “I think I’ll measure up.”
He raised a leg and sank it into the tub so that the water rose and covered the bosom I’d ensured was barely exposed. The other leg followed, and the prince settled into the large tub, the water level rising with his bulk, his legs extending to rest on each side of mine.
Across from me, Vale placed his arms on the sides of the tub and smirked. “Why don’t you come here, little beast? I’ll wash your back.” He lifted a cloth from the pinewood table beside the tub.
I rose in the water, just enough that everything below my navel was still hidden. The air, far cooler than the water, caressed my breasts and my nipples hardened.
A soft intake of air was all I needed to hear to know that Vale appreciated the sight.
“Make room,” I purred, parting the bubbles and petals as I came closer. I settled between his legs and his firm shaft pressed against my rear. Playfully, I rubbed up and down.
“By the dead gods, Neve,” Vale ground out. “Are you against foreplay?”
“I have no idea what you mean, dear husband.”
A dry chuckle and Vale’s sudsy hands were on my back, rubbing, pulling me closer. His cock pressed harder against me, and my sex clenched.
“Two can play at this game,” Vale whispered into my ear, drawing chills down my spine. His hands moved in slow, circular motions on my back, making good on his promise to wash me, though it didn’t take long before they were moving, gravitating to my breasts. My breathing tightened as his fingers landed on my nipples and pulled them lightly .
I let out a whimper as our bodies slid together in the warm water.
“What was that, dear wife?”
I swallowed. He was enjoying teasing me far too much.
“I said, what was that?” He pulled at my nipples again before one of his hands crept up, the fingers splaying over my neck. The other hand dipped lower, down my belly, parting my thighs. With slow, languid circles, he rubbed the swollen apex of my thighs.
My body became boneless as I relaxed into him, rested my head on his shoulders, and twisted to kiss his neck as my hand lifted to tangle into his long, black hair. I pulled lightly at his roots.
A low hum of pleasure escaped Vale. “Do it again.”
I took a handful and tugged. As I did so, he applied a bit more pressure to my sex and a gasp ripped out of me.
“Stars, Vale!”
“Soon you’ll be begging those stars for more.”
I sucked down a breath right as he pressed hard on my swollen nub and began rubbing in faster circles. No comeback came. No innuendo.
His other hand slipped from my neck and landed on my hip. “By the dead gods,” he growled, gripping the flesh there, pulling me harder into his chest.
I didn’t reply, couldn’t. The prince seemed to have obliterated any thought in my head. All there was, was him and me and the pleasure he gave.
“Come for me,” Vale whispered as he slipped two fingers inside me and curled them forward all while keeping his thumb on my clitoris .
I whimpered because the truth was, I was close. So close.
“More,” I rasped. “Harder.”
He chuckled, low and deep. “As you wish.”
The pressure increased as he plunged his fingers in and out. The tension in my core wound tighter, the pleasure imminent. The bath water seemed to heat. I ached for more, more touch, more feeling, more him.
And he gave. Stars, did he give. With every arch of my back, every whimper and moan, the prince pulled me tighter.
The water in the tub sloshed out, spattering the floor as I writhed.
“Come, Neve. I want to hear you come. For you to clench around my fingers.”
“I’m close. I?—”
His fingers curled again, his thumb pressed hard into my clit, and stars exploded in my eyes. A moan tore out of me as my sex pulsed.
Vale sighed, and the hand on my hip came back up as he grabbed my chin and directed my face to his. “There she is.”
His lips were on mine, his tongue tasting me, his mouth swallowing my sounds of pleasure as the prince rode out my orgasm.
I was panting by the time it rolled to an end, and Vale’s lips parted mine. I opened my eyes to find his own already watching me. Desire burned there.
Though I felt boneless, desire flamed in me too. I wanted more of him. Would there ever be enough ?
Planning to take what I wanted, I turned and straddled the prince.
“You’re insatiable.” One corner of his lips curled up in a handsome smirk. “Because I know I didn’t leave you wanting.”
“Not even close,” I agreed. “But you seem to be.” My hand dipped beneath the suds, and my fingers circled his cock.
Stars. My fingers didn’t even touch when they wrapped around it. From the smug look on his face, Vale knew how big he was.
Well, he wasn’t the only one with impressive attributes.
I released him, sat up straighter, and arched my back so that my breasts emerged from the sudsy water. Red marks marred my pale skin, a memory of where Vale had massaged my breasts. Nipples hard, I leaned forward and allowed them to brush Vale’s chest even as his eyes dipped downward, widened.
“You don’t play fair, do you?”
“Where’s the fun in that? Besides, I happen to know an incredible pair of breasts easily distracts you”—I brushed a hand along his chest, savoring the feel of his skin against mine—“and I intend to use mine to the fullest.”
“No complaints there.”
“Didn’t think so.” With one finger, I lifted his chin, seized his lips with mine, and rolled my hips against his.
A groan left the prince, and my lips curled up at the corners. I loved the feeling of power I had over him, nearly as much as I loved feeling us, so close, so . . . right. Never in my life would I have thought I’d find someone who made me feel this way, so alive, so protected, even so cherished. And though I wasn’t sure what I’d do in the future, I intended to enjoy every second Vale and I spent together now.
“I need to see more of you,” Vale whispered against my lips. “Hold on.”
Before I could so much as pull in another breath, Vale’s arms wrapped around me, and he pushed up. His powerful legs found purchase on the tub and suddenly, we were standing. Or he was. I was straddling his waist.
“Vale!” I laughed. “Be careful!”
But I didn’t need to worry. We might be dripping wet, but the prince was sure-footed and strong as he stepped out of the tub. I got one delicious glimpse of his backside in the mirror before he strode out of the bathroom.
“We’re soaking,” I protested. “We’ll get the blankets wet.”
“Who cares?” Vale rasped.
A moment later, he stopped, and I fell atop the blankets. His eyes raked over me as if he were a male finding a feast after many days of starvation. Never, in all my life, had I felt so raw, so exposed. Nor so seen.
Then, without so much as a warning, the prince grinned and pounced on top of me.
“Wait!” I giggled when his teeth tugged at my earlobe and his fingers found my sex again.
“ Wait? Why do you torture a male so?” Vale drew back, his eyebrows pulled together.
“Because I plan to torture you in a completely different way.” I took his shoulders, sat up, and pushed him down onto the mattress. Catching on, Vale allowed his weight to fall.
He grinned the grin of a male who would rather be nowhere else. “I love a female who takes charge.”
I didn’t answer, just began to kiss a trail down his chest, savoring his taste mixed with the smell of our bath until I reached his cock.
Beneath my lashes, I glanced up to find Vale watching me with anticipation. My lips curled up as I cupped his balls and tugged lightly.
A groan escaped from his lips as I wrapped mine around the tip of his cock. A slow kiss, the taste of him on my tongue, and my heart raced.
Having control over him, one of the most powerful fae in the kingdom, was intoxicating enough, but when he pushed his torso up and his hands dipped down, gripped my hair and tugged as I worked at his cock, I swore I was seconds from another release.
So I pulled back, slowing my rhythm, wanting to make this sort of exquisite torture last.
I’d been with human men before, done all there was to do with them, besides fall in love. As a slave, love was simply too dangerous. But one didn’t need to love to spend time learning about others’ bodies and allowing them to learn about mine.
Never had I felt like this with another person. Never had I held this equal sense of both immense power and wanting to pleasure another person. It was a high unlike anything I’d ever hoped for .
“Bleeding skies, Neve,” Vale growled after only a few minutes of my lips around his cock. “I’m close.”
I felt it, the way his cock twitched, the build-up. Wanting to give as well as I’d gotten, I gripped his balls again and tugged.
Vale groaned, and I swallowed his hot release. When he was done, his hands stroked my hair, and slowly, lingering with that heady sense that supplying pleasure gave, I lifted my head and licked him clean.
“You’re going to be the end of me, little wife,” Vale said when I was done.
“I’m trying to show you that you aren’t the only one with talent in this relationship.”
He barked out a laugh. “As if I could ever think such a thing.” I shifted off him, but before I settled on the bed, he held out a hand.
Desperate for his arms around me again, I went to him and settled on his lap when Vale kissed me. With the feel of his calloused fingers and the taste of him still on my tongue, I might explode with pleasure. And when he pulled away and gave me a lazy smile, I wondered how I hadn’t already.
“Lie with me,” Vale whispered.
“What?”
“Let’s lie down. I want to be next to you.”
My eyes widened. “You want to cuddle?”
“Is there something wrong with that?”
“No, but if someone had told me that the famous Warrior Bear was a cuddler, I wouldn’t have believed them. ”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”
“Only unexpected.” I kissed him softly, savoring each second. “And I want to.”
With one arm, he scooped me up and laid me down. Vale’s arm wrapped around me and pulled me into his body.
I relaxed into his touch. It would be very easy to stay here forever.