“Good. My turn,” he growled. “Take off everything and get back on the bed.”
“You said I was to touch you, not the other way around.”
“We've already bargained for me to touch you,” Braxis said in a low, strained voice. “You are to act as my mvarra, remember?”
“But you just agreed not to touch me below the waist.”
“I agreed not to touch your pussy. I didn't say anything about caressing that pert ass.”
“Braxis—”
“You agreed to this, Amara,” he growled.
My stomach clenched. What had I done? Would it be worth letting my men know that I was alive and unharmed? I ground my teeth together and straightened my spine. Yes, it would be. I knew how debilitating fear for a loved one could be and if I could spare them some of that, it would be worth touching Braxis and letting him touch me.
I pulled off the shift and stepped out of my panties before getting back in bed. Braxis followed me, crawling onto the mattress to lay down beside me. He grabbed my hip and turned me onto my side to face him as he slid his bottom arm beneath me and used it to nestle me closer. My whole body went tense as he slid his hand down my back to cup my ass. Braxis inhaled sharply as his fingers slid between my cheeks. One of them brushed that other place and I flinched.
“You're getting close to betraying your word,” I growled.
Braxis chuckled and withdrew his fingers to squeeze my bottom. He kneaded and stroked and slapped it, all while his cock quivered between us.
“You have such a sexy ass, Amara,” he drawled. “I'd like to bite it and taste your blood before I slide my cock into your back channel. I would fill you so tightly.”
“Just get on with it, Braxis,” I said but it came out as a whisper.
Braxis made another amused sound but it turned into a pleased rumble as he moved his hand back to my hip and up my side. He brought it forward to briefly squeeze my breast but then continued up my throat to cup my cheek tenderly. I stared at him, waiting for him to prompt me.
“Lick me again,” he whispered as he flattened his hand before my face.
“Don't Bleitens have lubricant?” I grumbled before I started licking him.
Braxis chuckled low and deep in his chest. “We do but I prefer the touch of your tongue.”
He lowered his hand to his shaft and started to stroke it again. Braxis' cock was weeping once more and his sacs drawing up tightly. For a second, I remembered the desire he'd forced on me and that arousal lashed through me powerfully enough to tighten my body like a bowstring. I jerked my stare back to his face
“Stroke my chest, Amara,” Braxis whispered.
I laid my palms over his pectorals and they twitched. Braxis sighed and closed his eyes. I brought my hands down and around to circle his tight, nut-brown nipples.
“Pinch them,” he urged me.
I pinched his nipples and Braxis cried out, his body jerking. His hand worked himself faster—that intimidating length like a vicious snake between us. But I concentrated on his beautiful chest—on the wide expanse of warrior muscles—and tried to forget about what he was doing below. I rubbed the pads of my thumbs over his nipples while I stroked his smooth, golden-brown skin. I was lying on my right side so I couldn't do much more with that hand but I lifted the left up and over Braxis' shoulder. I glided it over the length of muscle that ran from his neck to his arm, then turned back to circle the column of his throat. I slowly moved it up to his strong jaw and caressed him there.
Braxis moaned and turned his face into my touch. He kissed my palm, and I watched him with some amazement. He was pretending that this was real—buying his own illusion. Then, suddenly, he pushed forward and rolled me onto my back, propping himself over my body on one forearm. My legs were pressed together between his so that he loomed above me, his cock poised over my thighs. But he didn't try to spread my legs, just kept stroking himself as he stared down my body.
Braxis brought his gaze back to mine. “Keep touching me, pretty pixie. Stroke my back and grab my ass.”
I set my hands to his chest again and Braxis moved forward, bringing my hands down to his stomach. Just below them, his right hand savagely rubbed himself. I quickly moved my hands around to his back. But with Braxis pressed forward like that, his chest above my head, it put his ass in my path, and instead of touching his back, my palms slid over the curves of his bottom. Braxis cried out and his ass clenched beneath my hands. Then I squeezed.
“Yes!” Braxis pumped faster, the slick sound of it even louder between us. “Great Gods, your scent. It makes my mouth water. I want to lick you, Amaranthine. I want to push my tongue into your flower and fuck you with it. I want to taste your nectar.”
“No.”
Braxis moved back down to bring his face to the same level as mine. It made my hands slide up from his ass to his broad back. His muscles tensed as I glided over them.
“I want to taste you for hours,” he went on as his eyes searched mine. “Just lie there between your silky thighs and feast upon you.”
“Stop it!” I hissed and dropped my arms.
