“You’re ovulating?” he asked, and my eyes flew open at the seriousness of his tone. Rohak’s face was a blank mask, but I could feel the male pleasure and hope traveling down the Bond.
I rolled my eyes.
“Yes. But I have a Conception Rune. See?” I pointed to my hip, ignoring the flood of disappointment that followed.
When I pulled my eyes from the rune in question, I found the man actuallypouting. The forty-four-year-old grumpy Commander of the Mage Army in Vespera, once the most feared Mage in Elyria, was pouting because I had a Conception Rune.
“I amnotbringing a child into this world right now,” I said with fake admonishment, brandishing my finger in Rohak’s face. He bent to suck the digit between his lips, never breaking eye contact as he rolled his tongue around my finger before removing his mouth with a loud pop. I blinked rapidly, finger frozen in the air between us, desperately trying to recover from that exceptionally lewd display.
“Ben and Asha did,” he countered, thrusting his hips slightly so that another inch or so disappeared inside.
My breasts rose and fell with deep, hurried exhales as I tried to adjust to his size. It was one thing to wrap my hand around it; it was another entirely to have itinsideme. Rohak grinned wickedly as he pulled out to the tip before thrusting minimally again. He pulsated like that for some time, driving me wild with each cant of his hips.
“I can’t think straight with you doing that,” I complained, my finger finally falling to the space between our bodies. I used his spit as lubrication as I lazily stroked my clit.
Rohak’s gaze was pulled to the place where we were joined, to where I played with myself.
“Don’t stop doing that,” he commanded before seating himself completely inside. We groaned in collective unison, my finger stalling for a moment as I adjusted.
“I said, don’t stop,” he huffed as he began to move. My breasts bounced with each thrust of his hips, and I returned to stroking my clit in earnest, playing withmy nipples with my other hand. Rohak’s hands bit into my hips, hard enough I was certain he’d leave bruises later, but I didn’t care.
All I cared about was this feeling right here, of Rohak inside me, filling me completely. Of being joined as one. Of this little patch of peace we’d carved for ourselves while the world raged outside.
We said nothing more, simply let our bodies and connection speak as we slowly climbed toward twin peaks. Our chests were beaded with sweat; Rohak’s hair was slicked back with it as he mercilessly pumped into my pussy.
My legs began to twitch as pressure built in my abdomen. I panted as I crested, my mouth opening on a soft cry as I fell over the edge from Rohak’s methodical thrusts against that forbidden spot deep inside and the caress of my own fingers.
My pussy spasmed around him, forcing Rohak over the edge with me on a very male groan. I felt his erection swell before he stilled, emptying inside me with a few lazy thrusts.
Gently, Rohak pulled his spent cock from my pussy, and we watched as his cum oozed from my opening.
“Can’t have that,” he muttered, quietly scooping up his release to push it back inside my vagina. It was just as hot now as it was the first time he did it last night, and I watched him shove every last drop back inside.
“Legs up,” he said, tapping my thighs. Immediately, I complied, holding my shaking legs in the air. “Butt up,” he muttered, pushing a pillow beneath my lower back.
“Rohak!” I admonished on a laugh. “I can’t get pregnant, you buffoon!”
He awarded me with a wonky smile and languid kiss. “I know,” he whispered against my lips. “But I want to practice.”
I cackled as he pushed from the bed with a wink. My legs fell to the bed, and I laughed again at the pout Rohak wore.
“That is the second time you have pouted this morning,” I said, throwing my legs over the side of the bed so I could sit comfortably. “Who are you and what have you done with Rohak d’Alvey?”
Rohak’s expression sobered for a moment. “I think maybe this is who I was always supposed to be, just was never allowed to.”
His admittance hit me square in the chest, and I rubbed my sternum to try and relieve the ache.
Rohak smiled softly before turning for the door. “I’m going to go relieve myself and get some fresh water for washing. Check on Balios,” he said, leaving me to my thoughts.
My gaze stayed on his very naked form, appreciating every dip in his muscles, every scar and mark as he turned and walked outside.
He returned moments later, fresh pail of water clutched in his fist, soft cock swinging between his legs.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Rohak playfully admonished, his emerald eyes dancing with mirth as he filled the cracked washing bowl with the water.
“Like what?” I countered. Rohak fixed me with a look that said ‘you know what’ over his shoulder, one that I returned with faux innocence.
“If you keep staring at my cock, Faylinn, we’ll never leave this cottage.”
