He was standing beside the bed with his feet spread in a wide stance and his hands clasped behind his back. The large bedroom was lavishly decorated—the finest room in the hotel—and there were numerous, deeply cushioned chairs, but Aeron preferred to stand. He had never been a fan of soft things.
The woman, of course, was an exception.
Murdok, on the other hand, was having no problem making use of the room’s luxuries. Typical. The big Merc was lounging on the massive bed, his scarred frame and militaristic clothing incongruous with the immaculate white satin covers. A silver goblet was in his hand. He took a swig from it, then belched and dragged the back of his hand across his mouth.
“Nice bath?” he asked.
“Fuck you,” the woman snapped.
Aeron couldn’t help but smile at her defiance. He had known she was a feisty one from the moment he’d first laid eyes on her, but she was continuously exceeding his expectations. She was going to make a fine mother indeed. He couldn’t wait to breed her.
She was dressed in nothing but a plush, white towel that was wrapped around her body like a dress. Zeth had had the foresight not to dress her in clothes again. They would only becoming right back off. The younger Merc followed the woman out of the bathroom, and he was also clad in nothing but a white towel, the front of which was tented with his arousal. Apparently the massive load he had just sprayed all over the woman’s face had not depleted him.
“You too,” she said, stabbing a tiny finger in Aeron’s direction. “Fuck you too.”
“Patience,” said Aeron. “You’ll have a chance to fuck all three of us soon.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock, and Aeron’s cock ached as he remembered everything he’d seen that mouth doing only a few short minutes before. When she noticed him staring, she quickly closed her lips and glowered.
“You guys really get off on humiliating me, don’t you?”
“Humiliate?” Aeron asked.
He moved toward the woman, and she backed away from him, but she only made it a couple of steps before her bottom bumped against Zeth’s erection. She let out a sexy little gasp of surprise, and started to move forward again, but Aeron was already right there in front of her, blocking her way. He nudged her chin up to make her look at him. Her eyes were brown and full.
“You have no reason to be humiliated,” he said. “What you did to Zeth was quite impressive, especially for a first-timer.”
“Who says I’m a first-timer?” she growled.
Aeron’s dick throbbed at her defiance. He brushed his thumb across her lips, which had so recently encircled his comrade’s hard shaft. She shivered at his touch. Her skin was still pinkfrom her bath, but her short hair was already mostly dry. The floral fragrance of soap clung to her skin, but it could not conceal the scent of her arousal.
“Well, you’re not a first-timer anymore,” Aeron said.
Her defiance faltered.
“How… how long were you watching?” she whispered.
“Long enough,” Aeron said. “I can’t wait to sample that sexy little mouth for myself. But first, we have more important matters to attend to.” He gestured toward one of the overstuffed chairs. “Would you like to sit down?”
For a moment, he thought she might refuse simply out of spite, but she was clearly tired. She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, and she’d had a lot of excitement today. She sauntered over to the chair and plopped herself down into it. The cushions nearly swallowed her whole.
“Care for some wine?” Murdok asked from the bed.
The big, scarred Merc was still lounging. He picked up the bottle from the nightstand and shook it, sloshing the blood red liquid within. The woman just glared at him silently.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Murdok said. “Suit yourself.”
He topped off his goblet, and the woman shook her head.
“You Mercs are really unbelievable,” she said. “Here I thought you guys were supposed to be some kind of super badasses who were going to come and save my village from the raiders. But all you’ve done so far is trade stocks and swill wine in a fancy hotel.”
Aeron smiled faintly. There were reasons for all the things the woman had just mentioned—good ones—but he didn’t have to explain himself to her. Not yet, anyway.
“We’ve done abitmore than that,” he said. “I seem to recall Murdok saving your behind in an alleyway not too long ago.”
She locked eyes with him.
“I didn’tneedhis help.”
