Chapter 42 Aftercare
Chapter forty-two
Aftercare
Alaceandra
Sorin leads me to his bathroom where he gives me a towel and washcloth before showing me where the soap is and how to turn on the water.
"Normally, I would prefer to wash you myself, but you have a lot to process at the moment, so I thought it might be nice to have a bit of alone time? I will be right outside. Call for me if you need anything, okay?"
I would question how he would know I would prefer to be alone right now, but it is Sorin. Of course he can see that my brain is running in circles. "That would be nice," I admit. "Thank you." I take the supplies from him and he leans down to kiss me.
"See you in a bit," he says. "I will see if I can find us some food." Then he leaves me alone in the bathroom. I touch my lips.
Turning on the water I wait a minute before stepping in the spray, then it all hits me.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy fucking shit.
I mentally chant. I just lost my virginity.
I lean against the cold rock of the shower wall and stare at the water as it cascades down.
While Sam and my fucking betrothed watched.
My cheeks heat. After sucking said betrothed's cock until he came in my mouth.
A tiny noise escapes me and I sink down to the shower floor and sit there for a moment.
Examining my body, I pay closer attention to the little vine wrapping around my thigh.
Apparently, I have you to show for it, huh?
I do not know whether I feel like laughing or crying at the moment.
Likely both, but I definitely do not have the time for all of that.
Sorin took my virginity. I repeat to myself.
Philos would be so proud, but if my father ever finds out?
He is going to kill me. I might have completely screwed myself over in the eyes of Tikilium but I refuse to regret it.
Sorin was… perfect. He made the moment all about my wants and desires, something I have never been afforded before.
No matter how everything turns out once all this political bullshit comes to a head, I will cherish the memory of being with him.
Til the day I die. Running my fingers over the mark, I feel it once again tingle at my touch.
What do you mean? I ask the little vine.
Are you a physical impression for whatever mark Baldar says I placed on them or something else?
My mind continues to whirl, refocusing on those weird lights that seemed to lift from my skin when I was with Sorin.
They looked like the lights that summoned Baldar.
So, they are likely a manifestation of my powers but I was supposed to be drained from training.
None of this makes sense. And the darkness.
Where did it come from and what was its purpose?
It did not feel like a malicious presence but still, it definitely seemed like it did not originate from me, instead it seemed to absorb those little lights as they sparked.
So many questions and yet… I have no one who I can ask who might actually be able to provide me with answers.
I sigh, standing and grabbing the washcloth before running it under the spray and lathering it with soap.
I wash myself and realize that I am a bit more sore than I had originally thought.
Guess I will not be doing that again anytime soon.
Exiting the shower, I wrap a towel around myself and find a pair of clothes neatly folded on the sink. I put them on. A perfect fit. I admire the black short sleeve shirt and loose pants in the mirror before throwing my hair in a low bun and exiting the bathroom.
The men are sitting on the floor in front of the couch, containers of food laid out in front of them.
"How was your shower, Firefly?" Sorin asks, patting the spot next to him.
"Great." Padding over to them, I take a seat.
"Sylvie packaged these up for us when Sam and I left earlier. It's dinner. We assumed you might not want to go down to the kitchen after everything today."
I shoot him a grateful smile. "Yes, that is correct."
"Good," Sam says handing me a fork. "Let's eat then."
We eat in companionable silence, the food amazing after an exhausting day. As I finish, I lean back and let out a huge yawn. All the men laugh.
"Seems like the little dove is tired. Come. Let's go to bed." The prince stands and holds out a hand to me and I take it.
Sorin and Sam also stand. Sam pulls me into a hug and presses a kiss to the top of my forehead. "I will let you sleep in a little tomorrow, but we must continue your training. You might prove more skillful after a good night’s rest so please meet me after breakfast."
Holding back a groan I nod at him, and he chuckles. "Okay. I will see you then."
He releases me. Sorin pulls me into a searing kiss.
"Sleep well, Firefly. I will see you at breakfast." I try not to be disappointed that I will be leaving him after all that has happened today.
Does he not want to hold me after… everything?
He sees my insecurity flash across my face and holds my head between his hands.
"The prince will look after you tonight. Sam and I have to debrief and if you are in here, I do not think you will be getting much rest.” He gives me a mischievous smile.
“I cannot wait to hold you in my arms again.
Please do not question that." His eyes search mine before he kisses me once again. "Goodnight, Lace."
"Goodnight, Sorin."