“No stabbing allowed.”
Head cocking, his lips hitched up to reveal my favorite sharp tooth. “What if you do the stabbing?”
“If I…. oh.” My body heated further, and it had nothing to do with the hot water. “As much as I’d, uh, love that, I really need to get ready for the…”
Rowan pushed down his trousers, revealing valleys of toned bronze skin and thighs I wanted to bury my face between. Smirk in place, he stepped into the tub and straddled my lap. “You were saying?”
My mind went blank. His warm body pressing to mine overrode every other thought. “I don’t remember. Something about stabbing, I think.”
He rested his head on my shoulder and shook with a soundless laugh. “Gods, I love you.”
I slipped my arms around his lean waist. “I love you too. Even if you stalk me.”
“I call it protecting. You’re too clumsy to go anywhere by yourself.” Rowan turned his face into my hair and slowly breathed. “You still smell like oranges.”
I recalled our day at the beach, where we’d sat in the sand as he’d told me about a grove of orange trees back in Solynia, his birthplace. Living on the streets, food had been hard to come by, so he’d looked forward to when the trees blossomed. He would gather a few oranges and sit atop a hill to eat them. The smell comforted him now.
“I could make you an orange dessert.” I smoothed my hand up his bare spine, loving the heat of his skin beneath my palm. “Maybe use a rum glaze. Something with candied almonds or pecans too. All your favorite things.”
Rowan nibbled my earlobe and growled. “Stop thinking about food and fuck me already.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I slid my hand to his ass and smoothed a finger along his crack. The soft sound that left him kick-started my heart, pumping all my blood south. When one finger eased in smoothly, I added a second, going knuckle-deep, pulling out, then diving back in.
Unable to resist, I bent and took his left nipple into my mouth and sucked, still finger fucking him.
With a raspy groan, he tipped his head back and slid his hand through my hair. “Stop teasin’ and shove it in already.”
He ground his ass over my erection, emphasizing his impatience. I flicked my tongue against his nipple faster and breathed heavily through my nose, my blood humming. He made another raspy sound that awoke something in me I only ever felt with him; the urge to dominate. The need to bury myself in deep and rail him until we both forgot our damn names.
“Evan.” Rowan threw both arms around my neck and writhed on my lap. “Please.”
Something about my redhead? He didn’t beg for a thing. He took what he wanted, when he wanted it. But that part of him was often tucked away in these moments where it was just the two of us. He could show this beautifully vulnerable side that craved for me to take control.
Flames stirred in my core and traveled through my veins, igniting sparks in every place we touched. Those flames soared higher as I guided my tip into place. The hot water of the bath paled in comparison to the heat inside him as he slowly sank down.
“Shit.” I rested my head back against the tub, eyes rolling back.
“You better not come yet, little treasure.” Rowan braced his hands on my shoulders and took me deeper. “I’m nowhere close to bein’ done with you.”
So much for me taking control.
He rode me nice and slow. Each attempt for me to take over earned me a hard nip to my neck. I fucking loved it. I grabbed his hips and followed his movements, reveling in every part of him. His heated skin and the raspy moans leaving his lips. The toned muscles of his tanned belly. And the lustful daze in his topaz eyes as he peered down at me, keeping a steady pace on my cock.
Water sloshed in the tub when he increased that pace. A warm, tingling pressure gathered in my base, and I bit down on my bottom lip, trying not to blow my load. The pleasure was mind-numbing. Heart pounding and breaths hitching, I dug my fingers into his hips.
“You’re starting to tremble,” he murmured in my ear. His unsteady voice and the quake in his abdominal muscles told me he was right there with me. “Like my ass that much?”
“Mhm.” I smiled up at him as he threaded his fingers in my hair and angled my head back. Feisty bottom.
“Wanna know what I like? That this is mine.” He came down on me harder. Faster. “I love that I’m the only one who gets you like this. No one else.”
Making a relationship like ours work took a lot of honest communication. We talked shit out and didn’t let negative feelings fester. Everyone was treated equally. So I knew his statement didn’t come from jealousy toward the other men in our family. It came from a possessive place inside him that’d finally found something he could call his own.
He’d never had that before.
“Yours,” I panted, rocking up into him. “Always.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, little treasure.” He smirked. “What if harem member number six likes it up the ass too? You gonna deny him?”
