“Sure. Sorry. But… Outside?”
The lack of much wall was a problem. “Go,” he snapped. “Face outward.”
By pushing her under the cascade he washed most of Cyn, and the spilling of said water over her shirt made much of her cleaner. If not perfectly clean. It also did the inevitable—stuck the cloth to her like a second skin. It also dragged her panties down a tad lower so he could see her mons and the start of her pubic hair, and he knew where that led.
He held onto her biceps, above where it was wrapped by the soaked cloth of her shirt. Distressing how bad this made him feel, seeing her dull eyes. He knew how whip-smart she normally was. Did the Lure ever leave permanent marks on the brain? Maura seemed fine.
Cyn’s wet belly skin gleamed.
Her cunt was also glued to the delicate white underwear cloth. The swell of those lips, the split between them. Spellbound, Rutger rubbed his jaw, a little annoyed with himself for being attracted to a woman who was already bondmated.
She was that, wasn’t she?
What if?
He looked into her eyes again, saw her nostrils expand as he raised his hand to her. Then, to his most extreme shock, she leaned over and licked the length of his finger. He withdrew his hand, feeling the lingering frisson where her tongue had run over his skin.
His dick climbed higher, his erection seeking new heights, lengths, whatever.
“Is Vargr back yet?” he said over his shoulder.
“I’ll go check?”
“Yeah, you do that, Tom. Give me your shirt so I can dry her first. And get her some leggings if you can find them! Her jeans will never go back on.”
Wet legs and jeans were a problem.
He caught the shirt as it was tossed then crouched to dry her legs as well as he could, given that she was squirming.
The jeans would get stuck, unless she was back in her mind again, able to pull them up. He imagined her sitting down and wriggling those skinny jeans up her legs. Her panties shifting.Ugh. Too far, man.He would do himself an injury imagining that.
The Lure effect was overcome by mating with your bondmate. Vargr was negligent for not fucking her enough.
What if…
What if one could have more than one bondmate?
This was not exactly moral what he was considering. Rules were rules. Law was law. He should wait. Rutger blinked, thought some more, then popped her up on the desk again and held her there while he waited.
When he heard Tom returning, he half-turned.
The leggings were thrown in.
Pretty black ones with pink tentacles all over them. “Hmmm.” He scrunched them with his fist. “And Vargr?”
“Not back. Should we try to find him? I’m willing. To look.”
It was a good question. Orm was badly wounded, that left only three beasters plus him. Though Toother was as good as five men. It was unprecedented for the Ghoul Lords to send a squad down this low. The only possible target he knew of was this female. He stroked a thumb up her arm. Any attack might come via the motorway or the train tunnel.
“Go by yourself but only a small distance. Use your judgment. Take Little Mo if you can, it seems to detect thosethings. Station Toother on the tracks beside the camp, and don’t go so far that you cannot see him. Okay?”
“Got it. I’ll be back in ten minutes tops.”
He gave Tom a thumbs-up then turned back to Cyn.
Back to hiswhat if.
He wouldn’t fuck her, but he could see if he could reverse the Lure, a little.
