Chapter 77 Faylinn #2
Now that we’d finally consummated the Bond, it was insatiable, constantly pushing Rohak and me to fuck continuously until we’d made up for lost time. Thankfully, after nearly a half dozen rounds, it started to settle in my soul.
The mountain of muscle draped across my back twitched and moved as if the Bond woke him with me.
Rohak turned so his naked chest was pressed against my shoulder, one arm resting beneath my head while the other draped heavily across my breasts and upper stomach.
I canted my head slightly to the side, taking in the beauty of the formidable General Rohak d’Alvey while he slept.
His face was relaxed, the ever-present frown lines gone; his eyelids fluttered as if he were dreaming, and, every so often, his lips twitched in his sleep.
“Good morning, Rune Master,” he rasped into my neck, his lips moving against my skin with each word. I shivered under the unintentional caress, my nipples pebbling with sudden arousal. A husky laugh followed as Rohak ran one large, calloused palm over my breasts, only serving to heighten my desire.
“General,” I groaned, pushing my chest into his hand where his deft fingers played and plucked at my nipples, forcing them into hard points.
“You’re insatiable,” he teased, his voice still thick with sleep, even if another thick part of him was anything but tired.
“It’s the Bond,” I panted, grinding against nothing as he continued his lazy ministrations.
I was awarded with another chuckle and a sharp pinch that had me crying out.
“You keep telling yourself that, Faylinn.”
Rohak pushed up onto an elbow before covering my body with his own, his lips meeting mine for a lazy kiss. Instantly, my thighs parted, welcoming him between them.
His head dropped to my neck on a pained groan as the tip of his cock found my pussy open and throbbing for him.
“Gods, you’re soaked already,” he rasped, mindlessly rutting his hips into mine. His cock head never fully breached my entrance, just teased at it, and I found myself thrusting down in an attempt to force him inside.
“Of course I am,” I panted, my fingers gripping the muscles on his back as I canted my hips faster. “You came in me six times last night. Inevitably, your cum was going to leak out at some point.”
“Seven,” he growled with a pointed thrust that had the barest inch sitting inside my entrance. I gasped at the intrusion before relaxing with a moan. It just felt so good, so right. Like he should be inside me at any and every possible moment.
“I came inside you seven times last night. And this”—he reached between us, fingers collecting wetness from my labia—“is not my cum.” Rohak popped his glistening fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes with a groan.
The sight was so erotic that I felt my muscles contract, pulling him further inside me.
“Gods, woman,” he gritted between his teeth. “You taste so sweet—like mine.”
“It’s probably because I’m ovulating,” I huffed. “Just get in already,” I whined when he refused to move another inch.
“You’re ovulating?” he asked, and my eyes flew open at the seriousness of his tone. Rohak’s face was a blank mask, but I could feel the male pleasure and hope traveling down the Bond.
I rolled my eyes.
“Yes. But I have a Conception Rune. See?” I pointed to my hip, ignoring the flood of disappointment that followed.
When I pulled my eyes from the rune in question, I found the man actually pouting. The forty-four-year-old grumpy Commander of the Mage Army in Vespera, once the most feared Mage in Elyria, was pouting because I had a Conception Rune.
“I am not bringing a child into this world right now,” I said with fake admonishment, brandishing my finger in Rohak’s face.
He bent to suck the digit between his lips, never breaking eye contact as he rolled his tongue around my finger before removing his mouth with a loud pop.
I blinked rapidly, finger frozen in the air between us, desperately trying to recover from that exceptionally lewd display.
“Ben and Asha did,” he countered, thrusting his hips slightly so that another inch or so disappeared inside.
My breasts rose and fell with deep, hurried exhales as I tried to adjust to his size.
It was one thing to wrap my hand around it; it was another entirely to have it inside me.
Rohak grinned wickedly as he pulled out to the tip before thrusting minimally again.
He pulsated like that for some time, driving me wild with each cant of his hips.
“I can’t think straight with you doing that,” I complained, my finger finally falling to the space between our bodies. I used his spit as lubrication as I lazily stroked my clit.
Rohak’s gaze was pulled to the place where we were joined, to where I played with myself.
“Don’t stop doing that,” he commanded before seating himself completely inside. We groaned in collective unison, my finger stalling for a moment as I adjusted.
“I said, don’t stop,” he huffed as he began to move. My breasts bounced with each thrust of his hips, and I returned to stroking my clit in earnest, playing with my nipples with my other hand. Rohak’s hands bit into my hips, hard enough I was certain he’d leave bruises later, but I didn’t care.
All I cared about was this feeling right here, of Rohak inside me, filling me completely. Of being joined as one. Of this little patch of peace we’d carved for ourselves while the world raged outside.
We said nothing more, simply let our bodies and connection speak as we slowly climbed toward twin peaks. Our chests were beaded with sweat; Rohak’s hair was slicked back with it as he mercilessly pumped into my pussy.
My legs began to twitch as pressure built in my abdomen. I panted as I crested, my mouth opening on a soft cry as I fell over the edge from Rohak’s methodical thrusts against that forbidden spot deep inside and the caress of my own fingers.
My pussy spasmed around him, forcing Rohak over the edge with me on a very male groan. I felt his erection swell before he stilled, emptying inside me with a few lazy thrusts.
Gently, Rohak pulled his spent cock from my pussy, and we watched as his cum oozed from my opening.
“Can’t have that,” he muttered, quietly scooping up his release to push it back inside my vagina. It was just as hot now as it was the first time he did it last night, and I watched him shove every last drop back inside.
“Legs up,” he said, tapping my thighs. Immediately, I complied, holding my shaking legs in the air. “Butt up,” he muttered, pushing a pillow beneath my lower back.
“Rohak!” I admonished on a laugh. “I can’t get pregnant, you buffoon!”
He awarded me with a wonky smile and languid kiss. “I know,” he whispered against my lips. “But I want to practice.”
I cackled as he pushed from the bed with a wink. My legs fell to the bed, and I laughed again at the pout Rohak wore.
“That is the second time you have pouted this morning,” I said, throwing my legs over the side of the bed so I could sit comfortably. “Who are you and what have you done with Rohak d’Alvey?”
Rohak’s expression sobered for a moment. “I think maybe this is who I was always supposed to be, just was never allowed to.”
His admittance hit me square in the chest, and I rubbed my sternum to try and relieve the ache.
Rohak smiled softly before turning for the door. “I’m going to go relieve myself and get some fresh water for washing. Check on Balios,” he said, leaving me to my thoughts.
My gaze stayed on his very naked form, appreciating every dip in his muscles, every scar and mark as he turned and walked outside.
He returned moments later, fresh pail of water clutched in his fist, soft cock swinging between his legs.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Rohak playfully admonished, his emerald eyes dancing with mirth as he filled the cracked washing bowl with the water.
“Like what?” I countered. Rohak fixed me with a look that said ‘you know what’ over his shoulder, one that I returned with faux innocence.
“If you keep staring at my cock, Faylinn, we’ll never leave this cottage.”
My heart thumped at the thought, a sickening feeling taking root in my gut. We’d successfully avoided the topic of where we were until now, and I, more than anything, wanted to keep avoiding it.
“And what is so bad about never leaving the cottage? There’s food stored here somewhere, I’m certain . . .” I said, rising from the bed to bang through the depressingly empty cupboards.
Rohak sighed loudly behind me, and I turned to see him carving a hand through his hair.
“Faylinn, I know the memories this place holds. But . . . we’re here, now. Don’t you think we should—”
“No,” I stated emphatically with an aggressive shake of my head that had my curls bouncing around my face. “No, Rohak. I don’t think we should.”
“Why not?”
“Why not? You know why not. There’s just . . .” I gestured vaguely in the air with my hand before turning back to search the empty cupboards for a second time.
“Faylinn, any food that you left here was eaten by the rodents or family of snakes I chased from here last night,” Rohak commented dryly. “Come here, my love,” he commanded. I was loath to do anything that went against his desires, and I found my body straightening and walking toward him.
Rohak held his arms open, and I gratefully folded myself into his warm, comforting embrace.
His heart beat steadily, in time with my own, and I lay my ear against his chest, counting its perfect beats.
My arms snaked around his naked torso to cling to him loosely while I relaxed into his hold.
One hand cupped my back while the other softly pet my hair, gently detangling my curls with his fingers.
“Holt is buried here.” His statement was so simple yet packed with so much unprocessed emotion that I tensed involuntarily despite the softness with which it was delivered.
Emotions flitted quick as lightning through my mind, and I desperately tried to contain them lest they travel down the Bond to Rohak.
Try as I might, I couldn’t hold back the torrent of sadness and despair, the feelings of failure and longing whenever I thought about my father and his death. The event was convoluted beyond measure.
I’d never known a parent other than Holt; he’d raised me from the moment I stumbled into Isrun without any memories, yet sporting scars on every inch of skin.
He’d never asked questions, simply put me up in his store like it was never a question where I would stay.
To know now that he was actually my father was a particular pressure point I hadn’t yet addressed.
I watched him die in front of me—lay in his blood as it oozed from the wound in his neck, my fingers reaching for his, unable to touch because of the rune barrier the Bondsmith had erected.
Yes, without Holt’s death, I never would have left Isrun. Never would have discovered the secrets of my past, never would have met Rohak.
Everything about that moment in time was so twisted that it was impossible to separate the emotions, and instead, I let them tangle together like the way my fingers were currently twined in Rohak’s hair.
I was staring somewhere over his shoulder, unable to meet his gaze even as I felt the heady weight of it. I didn’t want to see the understanding that I knew he’d convey; I wasn’t sure I deserved it.
The fire crackled and popped in the hearth, warming our still naked bodies, pressed flushed together.
“It’s not like I’m happy about his death,” I blurted suddenly as if we were having an entire conversation together in my head before this proclamation.
Rohak squeezed the back of my neck lightly before resuming his casual petting.
“I know that, my love. And he knew that. He would also understand why you’re conflicted, just as I do.” His voice was soft and cajoling, a deeply rooted and ancient ache conveyed in every word.
My gaze did fly to his then, and I watched as emotions flashed quickly in his irises. I started in surprise as I felt each and every one of them.
Rohak smirked slightly before his smile fell again.
“I told you I want this”—he plucked the Bond—“to remain open forever. I want to know each and every part of you, Faylinn, as deeply and intimately as I know myself. That means that you’re going to experience my emotions along with me. I do actually feel things, you know.”
My mouth quirked in response.
“And here I thought you were stone,” I teased lightly, trying to steer away from the uncomfortable conversation about Holt and Isrun.
Rohak paused for a moment, his strokes in my hair never ceasing.
“Not made of stone, my love,” he kissed my forehead lightly. “Part of being human is experiencing pain. This place brought you so much pain in the past, but was your home for so long. And you forget you have me now—a stone to share your burden, to share that pain.”
I laughed slightly at his pun, but sobered when I saw the intensity in his green eyes.
“You’ve shared my agony over Alois’ death. Will you share this painful part with me, please?” he asked, pushing the wayward curls back from my face.
I groaned loudly, letting my head drop against his chest so I could feel the organ that beat so soundly beneath his breast.
“We’re going into Isrun, aren’t we?” I asked, my voice muffled. Rohak tensed as my lips moved over his bare skin, and I felt his cock harden again despite our serious conversation.
“Yes, my love. We’re going into Isrun.” His voice rumbled through his chest to vibrate against my face.
“Fine,” I conceded and could practically taste the male pleasure rolling from him at my agreement. “But we’re only staying for a few hours. We have to get back to the Valley. You saw that cloud, yes?”
Rohak grunted, and I raised my head to fix him with my most serious expression.
“That was Ellowyn, I’m certain of it. She needs help, and we’re the only ones that know she’s there.”
“Torin does,” Rohak countered, and I pursed my lips.
“Yes, but he’s even farther south than we are, and who knows how long it could take him to get to the Valley?”
“Fine,” he huffed, pulling lightly from my embrace to redress.
I pouted as I watched his half-hard cock and unfairly sculpted legs disappear into his pants.
“But we wait until that cloud dissipates. No one, and I mean no one, would survive that concentration of Destruction Magic unless they were a god.”
I sawed my head back and forth before agreeing, moving across the room to gather my discarded clothing.
“Isrun first. Then we save the goddess.”
“Think we’ll have time for another round in between all of that?” Rohak teased as he slid his head into his black tunic.
I rolled my eyes as I dressed but knew Rohak could feel the lust that simmered just beneath the surface.
“Rohak, there will always be time for another round. After all, we have the rest of our mortal lives together.”