“Although, I must admit, life in my stepfather’s court was not so horrible either. My mother was not his only wife. He had a whole harem of concubines, and the poor women were sorely deprived by my stepfather’s lack of, shall we say, skill. Those women taught me many things.”
Rona stopped and looked at him again, eyes wide.
“You mean, you slept with your stepfather’s concubines?”
“There wasn’t much sleeping involved, believe me.” He shrugged. “Besides, I was not related to them by blood.”
Rona shook her head and went back to shaving. There was only a little bit left.
“Still,” she said. “That’s pretty messed up.”
Zeth laughed.
“Woman, if I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re jealous.”
“I amnotjealous!” she growled. “That’s ridiculous. I’ve only known you for—ohshit!”
In her annoyance, Rona allowed herself to become careless. As she was scraping away the last bit of foam from the mercenary’s balls, the blade slipped and made a tiny incision in his flesh. It was only a nick, but Rona felt her throat go tight when she saw a bright red drop well from the cut and run down the Merc’s wet scrotum.
“I’m sorry!” she gasped. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know,” Zeth said, seemingly unconcerned. “It’s alright. It’s only a scratch. However, I do want you to clean the blood away for me.”
“Of course,” Rona said.
Her heart was pounding. She carefully set the dagger onto the edge of the tub. Then she dipped her hands into the water, forming a little bowl with her fingers, so she could scoop some of the warm, soapy liquid.
“No, not like that,” Zeth said. “I want you to use your tongue.”
CHAPTER 16
“You want me to lick your blood?” Rona asked incredulously.
“No,” answered Zeth. “Youwant to.”
A surge of heat filled Rona’s whole body, hotter than the soapy bathwater in the tub where she was kneeling. She was tempted to spring to her feet and punch the cocky bastard right in his gorgeous face, but she didn’t. For one thing, she knew she would only end up hurting her own hand.
And for another thing, she knew that he was right.
Her eyes fell from the mercenary’s perfect face and slid down his perfect body until they finally came to rest on the perfect cock jutting proudly from between his legs. It was right in front of her, only inches from her lips. His balls were smooth and wet from Rona’s recent shaving. There was a small stripe of red on one side where she had nicked him, and the blood had run. A single ruby droplet hung from the bottom of his sacs, trembling. Then it let go and plipped into the water below.
Zeth was right. She wanted to taste him. She’d wanted it from the moment he had taken his shirt off, exposing all of those hard muscles and smooth skin. When he’d taken his pants off and stepped into the tub with her, she’d wanted it even more.
It was so wrong, so dirty… but nobody would ever have to know.
Nobody would have to know anything that happened between her and the Mercs. Sure, the people in her village would know what had happened when she came back knocked up. But Rona had already made up her mind not to live there anymore. Shehad the shares of stock Aeron had given her, and soon she would be able to sell them for many times their current value. She would be rich. She could live anywhere, and nobody would know her dark secret. Nobody but her… and the Mercs.
She could live with that.
Rona placed her hands on Zeth’s muscular thighs and leaned toward him. His scent was stronger down between his legs, and it enveloped her senses like an invisible cloud of desire. Her mouth salivated in response.
The hard shaft of Zeth’s cock brushed against her cheek as she leaned in to kiss the place where she had cut him. She licked away the blood. It was warm and coppery on her tongue.
Above her, Zeth hissed softly.
Rona kissed his cock next, even though she didn’t have to. She started from the base and worked her way along the hard length of his shaft. It took a total of ten kisses before she finally reached his tip and tasted the precum that was leaking out of him.
It tasted good.
