Chapter 22 Callie #2
“You’re exhausted, Callie. You’ve been up a full rotation and none of that was sitting idly in your room relaxing.
I promised you a shower and I mean to keep that promise, after which we will cuddle in bed and sleep.
We can play later.” He turned to cross to where the clear glass shower was.
It was also all gold tile and sparking jeweled knobs and levers that made no sense, but with a few quick twists, water cascaded down from the ceiling and steam quickly filled the room.
Oh.
I don’t think any man had ever taken my being tired into consideration if it meant they were going to get laid.
But still, we were newlyweds—a fact that I feel should have made me giddy and wound up, but holy shit I was tired.
I mean, I guess even under normal circumstances most newlyweds were tired after all the ceremony and pomp was done.
At least, that’s what I’d always been told.
We’d skipped the wedding, but the paperwork had been just as tiring. Speaking of which…
“Will there be some sort of celebration for us? For getting married, I mean.”
Rathal turned to look at me over his shoulder.
“Do you want there to be? To my kind, the Hunt is the celebration and the wedding all in one. Followed usually by several long weeks of seclusion where the couple fuck each other into a state of sheer exhaustion and then they rejoin society as a mated pair. We can do that.”
Wow. I didn’t think his smiles could get any more arrogant or evil looking, but he’d surprised me.
I grinned back at him, rolling my eyes. “Well we don’t have time for the weeks long fuck fest, but what about the Hunt?”
He came and plucked me from the counter to set me on my feet in front of the shower, stripped himself and me naked again and then hustled me under the spray.
It was right on the edge of too hot and despite looking like a rainshower, the pressure was good and felt amazing on the sore muscles of my neck and back.
I groaned and let my head fall forward just as Rathal molded the front of his body to the back of mine and started the world's best shoulder massage.
I was kind of embarrassed by the sounds that came out of my mouth from a simple shoulder rub, but there it was.
He chuckled softly and finally answered me.
“That is what I have planned for tomorrow. Though, usually it's the female that does the hunting, but I know how much you enjoy being chased so I’ll make an exception,” he teased, stopping his massage to tickle my ribs softly with his claws.
I snorted at him. “Such a sacrifice, I’m sure,” I said, and then tapped my shoulder. “And you're not done, fool. Keep rubbing.”
It was a good thing his laugh was sexy, because I feel like he laughed at me a lot.
“Yes, my prize. Whatever you command.”
Smartass.
But I’d allow him his sass right now, especially when he found my tightest knots and worked them out with skilful fingers.
“We have a spa, you know. I’ll book you an appointment.
The proprietress has eighteen limbs and can get out any sore or tight muscle you have, guaranteed.
” He leaned his head down so that his mouth was right by my ear and purred silkily, “Goddess knows you’ll need it tomorrow after I’ve caught you. ”
I grinned. “Promises, promises.”
“Ha! So flippant, darling. I’ll be sure to remind you of your attitude tomorrow when you’re whining about how sore you are and how your throat hurts from all the screaming.”
I turned to face him, looking up into his arrogance despite the water getting into my eyes.
“How do you get enough air into your lungs with how full of yourself you are?”
When Rathal showed all his sharp teeth when he smiled he looked like a cartoon character. He sucked in a deep gulp of air and let it out with an extended ‘ah’ before giving me a cheeky look.
“Easily. You see, these strong shoulders and thick neck are perfectly adapted to hold up my big head… and my well formed thighs are perfect for holding up my big—”
I slapped my hands on his chest. “Alright, alright! I get it,” I said, laughing at him.
He was still laughing, but my attention had gotten snagged by the gold ring in his right nipple.
It had a tiny ruby fang dangling from it.
His other nipple ring was just gold with no additional adornments, and I realized looking at them that I hadn’t had a chance to really look at his body before.
“Go on. Look and touch your fill. I offered when we first met, you remember, but you stubbornly refused. I won’t bite until you ask it of me,” Rathal teased and held his arms out away from his sides, palms out and fingers splayed in one of the most cocky poses I think I’d ever seen.
I wanted to roll my eyes, but they were busy taking him in.
And damn him, but he was right to be so arrogant.
Rathal was truly built like an Egyptian god, with a heavy muscular build under all that sleek black fur.
He had abs like a freaking Japanese manga character and a real life Adonis belt.
I had never seen a person outside of bodybuilding pictures have one.
And he was mine!
It didn’t even feel real. I could touch this male whenever I wanted. Those thighs were mine. The wide shoulders? Mine. Sexy neck? Mine. Huge pecks? Mine. Slutty forearms? Mine. Oh, and would you look at that ass? Mine! Calves for days? Also mine. His stupidly handsome canid face? All mine, baby.
Not to mention the thick length of his cock currently saluting me like an eager soldier, the gold hoop through the head shimmering as if in invitation to touch. I decided against it. I think if I started, I wouldn’t stop and then we’d be here forever.
I circled around him without lifting my palms from his body to get a good long look at his back and tight ass. His tail flicked against my legs like a gay man’s sassy fan and I snorted at his antics. He wasn’t going to distract me, not this time. I had him exactly where I wanted him.
God, and his fur? It was so damn soft, like the finest velvet, but when it was wet it was silk, real silk, the stuff you paid a fortune for.
I was tired, but after running my hands all over him my libido was trying to override my exhaustion like Lust had stolen the controls from Sleep by body slamming her to the floor and was holding her down with one foot on her chest while Sleep cursed and struggled to move.
“I love when your scent turns hot and needy, Callie. It truly makes my whole day.”
How did he get his voice to do that? It got all syrupy and dark like temptation personified.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I quipped tartly, coming back around to stand in front of him with my arms crossed under my breasts. When his eyes naturally dipped to take in the bounty I smirked at him.
“I may not have your sense of smell, but I can clearly see that feral look in your eyes. Like what you see?” I asked, jiggling the girls a little and laughing at the semi mesmerized look on Rathal’s face.
He sucked his teeth and finally met my gaze.
“I make no excuses, my prize. You have a beautiful body. And these?” He reached out and cupped both of my breasts in his hands, lifting and squeezing them together.
“These are magical. They somehow manage to make all my good sense drain out of my body as if it never were. My kind aren’t even mammals.
I did not grow up with females who lactate so you’d think I wouldn’t be so affected by a pair of mammary glands but by the Mother they are like a lust kickstarter. ”
I laughed and placed my hands over his to press them more firmly against me.
“Wow, Rathal. You really know how to talk to a girl.”
He stepped in closer, dropping his hands from my breasts to encircle me in a loose hug, his quiet laughter warming me up better than the water did. He rested his chin on my head when I returned his hug and we stood like that for several long minutes before he sighed and stepped away.
“I’d better get you washed and in bed before I dishonor myself.
” He reached over me and grabbed a sponge-like washing stone and masculine smelling soap and got to work.
He was all business which still managed to be sensual as he washed me from the tips of my toes all the way up to my hair, where he switched to products I recognized from my own bathroom.
I had to give him some direction so he did my hair right, but he was a fast learning male.
I imagined in a few more showers he'd be an expert on Black hair.
Once he was done he handed me the sponge and soap with a raised eyebrow.
I chuckled, took them both and did the same for him.
With us washed and rinsed he turned the water off, reached out to grab two plush drying cloths from the shelves on the wall and proceeded to dry me and then bundle me up before pushing me gently out of the shower and drying himself.
I was curious to see how long it took a being covered in fur to dry but I should have known better.
Rathal stepped backwards just as two rings jutted out of the wall, one on the ground and the other near the ceiling.
He stepped into the ring on the ground and raised his arms above him as they started to move towards each other, the sound of pressurized air filling the bathroom.
I could feel the heat from where I was and in less than a minute the rings returned to their starting positions.
I burst out laughing as Rathal shook himself before stepping out of the ring and letting it retract into the wall again.
He was a fluffy poof ball and he glowered at me for a moment before turning to the wall to our right and pulling out hidden compartments. He removed brushes, oils, wraps, and several wide tooth bejeweled combs and brought them all to the counter, setting them out in neat rows.
“Laugh all you want, dearest, but you’re going to help me get my back. I usually have an attendant for this.”