Chapter fifteen
It is the dark, still quiet of the middle of the night. My bed is deliciously comfortable. Every part of me is warm and cosy. So what has woken me?
A gentle movement behind me thrusts me into full consciousness. Rhydian is pressed up against my back, spooning me. And by the feel of it, it is a very naked Rhydian. And I appear to be naked too, so that’s a whole lot of naked. Naked touching naked.
“Are you well?” he rumbles by my ear.
I wonder what gave it away that I was awake? I squeak out a “Yes.” Then I realise he is probably talking about the banquet and is enquiring if my sanity is holding up to the shame of being so very publicly debauched.
My mind starts to replay the event in vivid detail. Lingering over how very good it felt. No waves of shame, regret, or humiliation hit me. Huh? That’s surprising. I guess my sanity is intact after all. The worst I am feeling, is slightly embarrassed.
Has Rhydian done something to my mind, or am I simply a kinky person at heart and never knew it before? I let out a little sigh. It’s likely that I’ll never know. I should simply accept it.
“Is Dyfri okay?” I ask.
“He got away, if that is what you mean,” answers Rhydian. He pauses and the silence stretches. “You need to be wary of him.”
My body jerks. “Why?”
“He won’t like that you think he is weak. And he will resent being beholden to you.”
“That is ridiculous!” I splutter. I mean, what the actual fuck? That is such a twisted and messed up way of thinking. Dyfri is not like that. I know he isn’t.
“It is our way,” rumbles Rhydian. “Your human kindness is foreign to us.”
A very undignified snort escapes me. “Bullshit!”
Rhydian tenses. “I beg your pardon?”
“You are the most fucked up dysfunctional family ever, but you know what kindness is and you are capable of it.”
I have no idea why I am so certain about this. The evidence is minimal. Rhydian apologised in his own way after spanking me. Dyfri has treated me more like a friend than an obligation. It’s not much to go on, but I know I’m right. I’ve seen it in a hundred different discreet glances and a thousand tiny gestures. I know what I know.
Rhydian’s hand brushes softly over my naked hip and my body responds instantly. It wriggles back against him, pressing closer into his enormous erection.
“Stop trying to distract me!” I snap.
Rhydian chuckles, low and deep. “My little pet is insatiable.”
“Am not!” I protest indignantly.
He moves slightly and his hard cock rubs over my ass cheeks. A wave of heat washes over me. It prickles my skinand makes my stomach swoop. His hand moves from my hip, gliding lower.
“Can we just snuggle?” I plead, as my body squirms.
He freezes, turning as motionless as a statue. “What is snuggle?”
“What we are doing now,” I explain.
I like this. I like him holding me in the dark. It feels peaceful, calm, intimate. Talking seems easier too. Maybe it is the privacy. Or perhaps the time of night. People’s walls tend to be thinner in the small hours just before dawn. Whatever is causing this, it is nice.
“Fine,” he agrees gruffly.
A grin spreads across my face. I’m glad he can’t see it. I really am starting to suspect that he is secretly a softy.
I close my eyes and let myself slowly drift back to sleep, and here in Rhydian’s arms it feels wonderful.
Another delightful bath and pampering session, followed by preening at myself in the mirror. I feel incredible. Refreshed. Invigorated. Ready to face the day. If I wasn’t so hungry, I’d admire my new reflection for a bit longer. But breakfast sounds good. I’m even looking forward to being ignored by Rhydian while he reads his paper.
