Page 26 of The Rebel Seer

I sigh. “I would put this tension between us to rest, Rhys.”

“And you will not listen to reason?” he asks as he gets close.

I hold my ground. “I am listening to reason. Reason states I should learn as much about my own power as I can.” I’m starting to shiver because my clothes are soaking wet. “I should get dry before we have this conversation.”

He holds up a hand and a warm wind embraces me. Heat skims across my skin and I’m suddenly warm and dry. “As you command, goddess. Now, if there is no other way to convince you then I might as well take what you offer me.”

Suddenly his hands are on me, dragging me close. He dried his own clothes as well, so I’m warm as he pulls me in. His mouth is on mine in an instant.

“You think you can rule me with sex,” he whispers against my lips.

“I think you need it, and you won’t take it from anyone but me,” I reply as my heart rate ticks up and I feel… My body feels both languid and on edge.

“At least you admit that truth. I will have no one but my own goddess,” he says, those emeralds of his staring into my own. “You believe I have been faithful, Shahidi?”

“Yes.” It’s a simple truth.

“And I know you have been.” His hands skim down to my hips. “I wonder how far you’ve gone. Tell me, Shy, when was the last time you had an orgasm?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, confused.

Two big hands cup my backside and draw me against his body. I try to drown the gasp at the feel of his hardness against my belly. I’ve felt it briefly before, but he’s never been so blatant. Never rubbed it against me like some big predator. “I mean when was the last time you slipped your hand down your panties and stroked your little clit until you came, Shy? How long? I’ll tell you how long it’s been for me. A couple of hours. I woke up thinking about you. I dreamed about you working over me, your breasts bouncing as you took the whole of my cock. And I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked until I called out your name and ruined a perfectly clean set of sheets. It’s okay. We have many sets. Lee alone can go through five in a week. So how long?”

Every word seems to work some magic on me. I can feel my…vagina seems clinical…core too undefined…pussy. I can feel my pussy pulse as he rubs against me, his words forming a cloud blanketing my senses in him. In the smell of him—woodsy and masculine. In the feel of him. In the rough sound of his voice. But I realize how out of my depths I am. I don’t want to admit this but I also don’t want to lie. “Rhys…I was young when I went into the asylum. I was older when Harry found me.”

His eyes flare as though I’ve confirmed some long-held belief. “You were too young to be interested in it, and then you had my grandfather and he could feel what you feel, know what you’re doing. Shy, you’ve never had an orgasm.”

It’s the truth. And he’s right about the timing. Sex was something I feared for the longest time, and then when I was curious, I wasn’t alone. It’s been such a short time since Harry passed that I didn’t think about it. I’m thinking about it now. I’m thinking about how woefully inexperienced I am. Rhys might not have had actual penetrative sex with a woman before, but he certainly knows what to do. He’s watched before. He’s had encounters on the outer planes. “I don’t know how.” I step back, embarrassed. “You’re right. This is ridiculous. I don’t know what I was thinking. Of course I can’t control you with sex.”

He pulls me toward him with a grunt, though this time he’s shifted me so my back is to his front, his arm winding around my waist in a possessive grip. “I never said that. I assure you I will do a lot to get inside those panties of yours. Stop thinking. We both think too fucking much. This is the way you want to go, then we’ll start it right.”

His mouth is against my ear, warm breath sending a shiver through me as his free hand finds the waistband of my pants and eases under.

My head falls back against his strong chest. I should protest. This isn’t the way I wanted this to go. It was supposed to be quick and fast, an easy way to get it over with, but that plan kind of flees as my breath hitches and I feel my nipples get hard. “Rhys…”

“Yes, it’s Rhys who’s about to give you what you need. You think I’m the only uptight one, the only one who is slightly out of control? You are not made of stone, my love. You need this every bit as much as I do. You just don’t know it yet.”

My body tenses as I feel his erection against my backside. For a second, it makes me freeze, but then I know this is Rhys and no matter how much he can hurt my heart, he won’t ever harm me physically. I’m safe with him in this.

I want this. I want this in a way I didn’t when I started it. I began because I was sick of waiting, sick of the anticipation. Now I simply want to know where this feeling is going to lead me. I want to know why Lee has women walking out of his bedroom with smiles on their faces and sighs of satisfaction. And men. I want to know why their cheeks flush and they seem happy in a way I don’t understand.

Rhys’s arm moves from around my waist to right under my breasts, which seem way more important than they did before. My body is a tool to use, except now it feels like an instrument to be played, a way to make something beautiful.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve done this in my mind?” Rhys rasps the question against my ear as his fingers move between my legs, easing under the band of my underwear. My breath seems to catch as he continues. “A thousand times since that first day. I know the humans don’t have fated mates, but I knew you were mine and I thanked the goddess that night. I sat under the full moon and offered her blessings for sending you to me.”

Tears pierce my eyes at the sweetness of his words. They resonate. “I…I knew you were special, too.”

I remember the moment. I remember I was scared and he grew a flower for me. When I dream about him, I still smell that flower, still feel it caress my cheek.

“You were always able to tell the difference between me and my twin. You didn’t have to get close enough to see our eye color. Even before…”

I can finish his sentence, though not aloud. Before he lost his eye. Before he sacrificed to save Rhys. Their eye color was the only difference between them before then. Lee’s were a dark brown. But I could always tell them apart from how they held themselves. “You are very different. It’s easy to tell. Ohhh.”

The pad of his finger slips over my clitoris, and I feel a jolt of arousal rushing through me.

He nips at my ear, sending another pulse. “Poor goddess. How long you have suffered without the pleasure due you. A goddess is to be worshipped. When I’m done you’ll simply look at me and I’ll know what part of my body you wish me to use. My fingers.” He slides them over my clit again, making a circle that has my vision blurring. “My tongue.” He licks my earlobe, which I would say shouldn’t be sexy, but that warm stroke shoots through me like lightning. “My cock.” He rolls his hips, and I can feel how much he wants me. “I will call on all of spring to please my goddess.”

I feel a warm breeze surround me, and the scent of roses is delicate in the air as his fingers work. He rubs my clit gently and I feel another finger running lower, starting to breach me in the sweetest way. I’m wet and hot and my hips move against his hand as I catch the rhythm. My body starts to shake with anticipation because this is something new and vibrant and real. This is connection in a way I haven’t felt before. I’ve felt love from a father figure, but this is something else. This is something for us. Something only the two of us can experience. Pleasure and connection like an invisible thread binds us together.

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