Page 34 of Tasteful Anarchy and Tangled Auras
“Bryn...?”
“I want his scent off you.” I cannot keep the covetous growl out of my voice. She wraps her hair up and secures it with a single large pin from a shelf in the shower. I’m entranced. I’ve never seen her do this. I want to watch her do it a million times more.
She just nods, grabbing the soap. “You’re in need of a rinse too,” she says softly. Then she starts to lather my body.
The sight of her hands on my body almost undoes me. She traces the three long scars on my left rib cage and looks at me questioningly. She’s seen me nude before but never touched me.
“Wolver pack.”
She just nods and continues to soap me. I give my hair a quick rinse and earn an adorable look from her as she takes in my wet hair. She gently touches the scratches on my face. They are already sealing and should be gone completely by morning. I take her soap and start washing her. I lather her gorgeous breasts and her curved waist and hips. I let her wash between her legs. I know soap is a bad idea there.
I lean into her body, placing my hand on the wall over her shoulder. She gasps softly and I smirk as I turn off the water behind her.
We towel off, eyeing each other but not speaking. It’s almost spell-like, how silent we’ve been. Once dry, I take her hand and bring her in front of the floor to ceiling mirror with me. Woodsmoke and crisp snow. “Hold tight, a chroí,” and I take us through.
Adelaide
BEFORE I CAN EVEN SAYthat this isn’t a travel mirror, we’re smoothly through, into a small cabin. I look out the large windows: fat, slow snowflakes fall into the trees around us, and I see snow-covered mountains in the distance. Somewhere in the American West, I’d guess, but it could be anywhere. I turn in awe. A large rustic-framed bed stands covered with pillows, white comforters, and plaid blankets. A rich blue rug covers most of the stone floor.
Bryn smiles, looking sweetly nervous. Such an odd emotion for him. “It’s one of my cabins.” He warms the house magically, then sets about making a fire in the woodstove to keep it thatway. I wrap a blanket from the bed around me and watch. I’ve never seen anyone make a fire naked before. I might as well enjoy the view.
Soon, it’s roaring.
He turns to me, seemingly dejected to not have something else to focus on. He can’t despise me still. Not after the gentle way he washed me. Surely....
He must see something in my eyes for he approaches me as I sit on the bed and cups my cheek tenderly. I slowly raise my eyes to meet his intent ones. How do I tell him he’s my mate too? How will he take it?
Then he leans down and kisses me. It’s the softest kiss, and his hand slips into my hair. I sigh and reach for him. At this, he scoops me up and carries me to the head of the bed and lays me down as he climbs into bed as well. He snuggles up against me, and I sigh again in contentment. I’ve wanted this so badly.
His fingers trace up and down my side and his lips find my neck. He’s rock hard against me, and I reach for him. I love the feel of his silken length in my hand, but before I can do anything, he gently removes my hand. Then he angles himself up and starts running his fingers over, around, under my breasts. I squirm. He lowers his head and kisses around one, letting me feel his teeth ever so slightly. He traces the outer edge of my nipple but gets no closer to it. I’m panting.
“Needy girl,” he murmurs against me. But then he freezes and tilts his head up to meet my gaze. “Adelaide...are you absolutely sure? If I go any further, I won’t be able to stop until I have all of you.”
I whimper at that. “Yes, I’m sure. Are...are you sure?” I hold my breath, still afraid he'll reject me.
He snorts. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve wanted you for weeks now.”
My brain crystalizes around that thought just as his mouth descends on a nipple. Weeks?
“Oh fuck,” I cry, and his fingers find the other nipple and pinch. My hands go to play in his curls, as I’ve wanted to for forever. His mouth is incredibly skilled, and I’m panting for him already.
He pulls up and chuckles. “Poor female, you’re thrusting your hips simply because I’m playing with your breasts. You really need this cock, hmm?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he pulls at my nipple. My hand goes to his muscular chest as he nips and licks my nipples and the skin under my breasts.
“Are you dripping for me, love?”
My core clenches. Bryn is a dirty talker, apparently.
“Mm-hmm,” and I reach for him again.
“No, Adi,” he whispers against my skin, and he kisses my neck and I’m so ready to take him now. Any way he wants.
“Be a good girl,” he murmurs, “and have your first orgasm in my hand,” and his first two fingers slip inside me. “Ohhh, love, you’re soaked. Poor thing.” He curls his fingers and goes right to the same motion that got me off the other week, stroking inside me in a rocking motion while putting delicious pressure on my clit. “Come, a chroí. Come in my hand.”
And I do, just like that. My eyes close and my muscles tense and time seems to stop for a few heartbeats. I pull in a deep breath and then everything relaxes.
“Good girl. You clench so hard when you finish. I love it.” He pulls my nipple into his mouth and rolls up onto his knees. He nudges my knees apart, settling between them. I gasp as the head of his cock rests against my pussy. My hips rock and I whine.
