Page 106 of Rook of Ruin
Grabbing the soap from his hands, I slowly wash him off. Every scar on his chest I kiss as my soapy hands wander. My breasts are heavy with desire, and I stand on my toes so my hard nipples leisurely brush against his chest. Gently washing his handsome face, I trail my lips over it, but when he tries to kiss me, I pull back. My finger touches his mouth, and I push him against the wall. His brown eyes blaze. I trail my fingers from his neck down until his large hard cock is in my hand. Gently, I move my hand—pushing and pulling—as he leans his head back into the wall and groans. I stop, and his eyes snap to mine.
Slowly, I kneel, washing Simon from the waist down. He blows out a breath when my lips kiss the tip of his length, and then I take him into my mouth. He hisses as I lick and suck, using my hand to slide up and down like I read in my book.
“Fuck.” He grunts. “Yes.” His fingers push into my wet hair, and I raise my eyes to see his emotion through the water. Pure pleasure is on his face, and now he’s the one biting his lip. His hips thrust forward, wanting more, so I suck a little harder, taking him deeper. Simon’s voice is almost a whisper. “I’m close.”
I feel him tense, and I stop. He growls in frustration.
I teasingly lick his smooth tip and stand. Ignoring his heavy breathing, I walk out of the shower and dry off slowly, making sure to pay extra attention to my breasts. Hiding my grin, I wait for him to figure out the game I’m playing. Simon lets out almost a whine when I leave him, walking into the bedroom. Only a moment passes before he comes barreling in and throws me onto the bed.
“Wife, you are driving me crazy.” Simon’s voice is thick, and his beautifully scarred chest is heaving.
“Obviously not crazy enough.” I smirk. Leaning forward on my knees, I kiss his collarbone and use my tongue to trail up his neck to whisper in his ear, “I want my husband.”
Simon breaks. He pushes me back onto the bed and flips me over onto my stomach. I arch my back as his hand goes between my legs, and the guttural moan he gives makes me want him even more.
“Did you not hear me?” I purr. “I want my husband.”
Simon pushes his length into me, and briefly, I think he’s probably going to impale me.
“You’re so tight,” he breathes out.
My body takes every inch of him. I’m panting and pushing back, meeting him with each hard thrust. Moving faster, he hitsthatspot, causing me to yell out his name. He grabs a hold of my ass, his fingers digging in, and I burst with pleasure. Simon comes hard at the same time, and he doesn’t slow as I feel himpulse inside of me. Collapsing together, he removes himself and lies next to me in contented silence.
We turn towards each other, and his curly wet hair drips down his face and neck. “You’re so beautiful.” Simon’s words are sincere as his brown eyes linger on my hazel ones. He chuckles. “I almost lost it in the shower, both when your mouth was wrapped around my cock and then when you left.”
My face reddens. “So you liked it?”
He growls, “I fucking loved it.” His length twitches. “I loved watching you lick my cock. I loved seeing your cheeks hollow out as you sucked harder, and then to see your beautiful breasts bounce . . .” The hunger in his deep voice shows he is greedy for more. I moan as he kneads my breast and opens my legs. “Orlaith . . .” Simon groans as he slips two fingers inside me. He urges my legs wider and watches his fingers fuck me.
I hiss out his name, and he removes his fingers, practically pouncing on top of me before pushing hard into me. Simon moves my knees up so he is buried deep.
“I fucking love making you come.”
I almost laugh, but hells, I love it too. He slams into me and crushes his mouth to mine, and together, we explode again.
We stay wrapped in each other’s arms, and I drift asleep only to be awoken by Simon putting on his fighting leathers. “Go back to sleep. I’m needed.”
I lie back down, and sleep takes me into a nightmare—the memory of the Locker replaying in my mind over and over. The green-black veins on Matron transfer to my skin, and the pain is searing. I try to heal myself, but nothing happens. Matron holds me down and weeps. I can barely breathe as I’m lifted by strong arms onto a gurney. Ossian is running through the halls of the Locker, desperate for help. I stare into his grey eyes that begin to turn gold.“I’m sorry.”Tears begin to fall down his beautiful face as he holds my hand, and he begs for me to live.“Fight forme.”Ossian lets out a heartbreaking cry of grief. I try to whisper something, but the poison takes a hold of my body. My last breath is ripped from my lungs as I stare into golden eyes and die.
My body is being lifted. I open my eyes to warm morning light and salt water flowing down my cheeks.
“Orlaith.” Simon is next to me in bed, holding my body wrapped in a blanket, hugging me to his chest as I gulp down air.
“I’m a traitor, Simon.” The words barely come out. A Rook who betrayed her queen and kingdom.
Simon kisses my head. “No, you’re not. What you and Matron did, who you saved, does not make you a traitor. They had no business being in the Locker. If I thought for a moment what you did was wrong, I would tell you.” He hugs me tighter. I know he sees the torment in my eyes because he tries to take my pain away the only way he can. “I love you, my beautiful Ruin. I love you. I swear to you with all I hold dear that I am proud of what you did. You saved lives. The whole reason Vetter entrusted us with Milo is because you would have died doing the right thing, protecting innocent lives.” His brown eyes become glassy. “Do you not realize how brave and wonderful you are?”
“I—” Before I can get anything out, whoops of joyous laughter and yelling fill the air.
“I may have suggested Milo prank Bow and Crusher.” Simon looks at me, waiting for my disapproval.
“I’m sure they will get him back.” I give him a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes, then I take a breath. “Simon . . . I thought I was losing my mind. The man from the Locker, I heard his voice in my head before I got my memory back. I told Vetter, but no one else knows.” I peek up at Simon. His face has paled, but he does not move, just nods encouragingly. “I heard it all the time . . .”
But it isn’t just him. I swallow. For some reason, I can’t bring myself to tell Simon there’s another voice too.Ossian’svoice telling me to fight. Maybe it could be an echo of another memory. What if—what if the people who kidnapped and poisoned me had a Grey Sister, and she took my memories. What if that’s why I can’t remember? What if—what if Ossian was somehow involved. Licking my lips, I tilt my head. “Simon, what if there was more to my poisoning?”
“Orlaith,” Simon says sharply. “Vetter told us everything.”
Something flickers in his eyes, and I don’t like it.
