Our connection strained, burning within me, making it impossible to completely unwind and enjoy this massage.
Eventually, I squirmed and when Myel shifted off me, I rolled over.
“Time for the front,” I breathed, feeling my breasts swell of their own accord. Apparently, I didn’t have complete control of my body yet. “Once the bond is satisfied, you can go back to that wonderful massage.”
His eyes dilated in the dim light of the small lantern which lit the room. I opened my legs as he slipped between them, leaning down, hands to either side of my head.
“I am the luckiest man in all of existence,” he breathed reverently. “I’ll treasure you forever, no matter what.”
I wasn’t sure what that last bit meant. Did he think he’d lose me tomorrow? It broke the mood for all of a nano-second before his heavy cock brushed my drenched and aching folds and I lost all coherent thought.
He thrusted in.
I cried out, back arching.
He pulled me up into his arms as our hips crashed together. The semi-sitting position was awkward, but neither of us cared, lost to our joining. His lips pressed to mine before desperately kissing all over my face and neck and chest as our ecstasy quickly escalated. There was something divine about knowing I did this to a man, feeling him lose control, his thrusts growing ragged, grunting desperately.
His raking teeth found my neck and he bit deep, drinking from me as a heady mutual orgasm swept through us. We clung to each other through that stunning release, time stretching, drawing out this bliss.
Eventually, Myel laid me down, kissing softly over my face and hair. He held me close, but something about his strong embrace made me feel like he thought I might slip away in the night.
And only then did his previous words return to me.
I’ll treasure you forever, no matter what.
No matter what?
What did that mean?
Did he not think I’d win tomorrow?
It seemed the only logical explanation for this sudden clingy behavior. And that vote of non-confidence filled my gut with cold dread, despite how much Myel’s presence soothed me.
“Shall I massage you again?” he whispered.
“No, we’re both tired, just sleep,” I replied.
But long after he’d fallen asleep, I lay awake, unsettled.
I didn’t know what hour of the night it was when I finally slipped out of Myel’s embrace. I put on a robe which someone — probably Zora — had left for me. I’d seen the hobgoblin woman coming and going, bringing so many of these small niceties into this otherwise cold and sterile compound.
The stone floor chilled my bare feet as I made my way out to peek into the other rooms. Vyns wasn’t in any of them, but I caught flashes of light from the main room. When I looked, the angel was still practicing.
Much like earlier, when I’d seen Rook training on his own, Vyns was stripped to the waist, bathed in sweat. And even more so than Rook, he was a bronzed god of a man, heavy chest and thick shoulders and arms, with a narrow, chiseled waist. One hundred percentyum.
And despite my frenetic coupling with Myel earlier, I needed… more. I needed a man who revered me, trusted me, thought I was powerful.
And Vyns was that man.
I went to him, padding softly across the stone floor. It said something about how hard I’d worked on my earth-sense, that even without really trying, I felt his movements through the ground. If I closed my eyes, I could feel exactly where he was.
“Vyns,” I called softly, interrupting his training.
He spun, surprised, then smiled wide as his gaze traced down over me.
“I…” I didn’t know what to say. He’d offeredsomethingearlier and I needed whatever that was. I rushed to him, throwing my arms around him and clinging to him almostas desperately as Myel had to me. “I need you,” I whispered.
And without even asking, he seemed to know what I meant, what I needed.
