“Why don't you have that taste you've been wanting?” I suggested.
That was all he needed. Arach shot forward, water gushing over the sides of the tub, and laid himself over me. His mouth covered mine, moans slipping out of us both, and his hot tongue filled my mouth. I grabbed him around the shoulders, then his hair, his arms. Undulating against me, Arach slid his cock against my sex, making me shiver and arch.
“I'm going to fuck you now, A Thaisce,” Arach growled. “And I'm going to do it long and slow, then hard and fast. We may not make it to dinner.”
“I don't care about food. I'm hungry for something else.”
With a growl, Arach kissed me again, but not for long. He was too interested in the rest of me. First, he had to put his mouth on my breast. As he sucked expertly, his hand went between my legs. Gasping and arching over the rim of the tub, I held Arach to me and writhed on his talented fingers. Even without the years of experience he'd had when I first met him, he was damn good at giving pleasure.
And then Arach pushed me even higher, propping me against a cushion of blossoms and leaves. With my feet still firmly on the rim, I was able to position myself perfectly for him, sex bared. Arach grinned wickedly at me, then stared between my legs. He just looked for several long heartbeats before he split me with a finger, rubbed it through me, then pressed it in. I gasped and clung to his shoulders.
Arach kept glancing up, noting my reactions as he rubbed and flicked at different tempos, going from that electric bud at the apex to stroke the sides, then sliding his finger inside me. When I started to pump my hips, he finally lowered his mouth to me. With the first lap of his tongue, I came. I was that worked up for him.
Growling against me, Arach kept pumping his finger as he sucked and licked, then rubbed his face against me. “A Thaisce,” he said into my flesh. “You are delicious. Even more than I expected.”
“Arach,” I whispered. “That feels amazing. Don't stop.”
My non-husband doubled his efforts, licking furiously before sucking on my bud. Then he went lower, removing his finger to replace it with his tongue. All while he growled and groaned, the vibrations adding to my pleasure. Only when I was trembling through my second orgasm did Arach rise to his knees and thrust his cock into me. With one shove he was sheathed.
“Great flames,” Arach growled. “You hold me so tightly.” He pumped slowly in and out of me. Then looked down and met my stare. “My wife. A Thaisce. I won't let you go now.”
I blinked, a sliver of fear running through me. But I comforted myself with the knowledge that I could overpower him if I had to. Then I arched up to meet his thrusts, driving myself onto him as he slammed into me. What bliss. What insane pleasure. It was always wondrous with Arach, but this felt different. He was different. This is what he would have been like if I had slept with him before he changed. Wild and a bit greedy. But he took pride in my screams, so he gave me as much as I could take. More than that.
When Arach came at last, after my sixth orgasm, he grabbed my hips and held me against him as if afraid I'd pull away. As he came inside me, a triumphant look swept over his face. He roared like a conqueror. That was when I realized this was about more than winning me. He thought there was a chance that he'd impregnated me, and I didn't have the heart to tell him it wasn't possible. I let Arach enjoy his faux-win and snuggled him against my breast as his body shook through the aftershocks. My non-husband grinned against my chest, then turned his head to suck my nipple into his mouth.
As I stroked Arach's hair, his hand wandered back to where his shaft had just been and started playing with me. I wasn't surprised. Arach always had great stamina and a fast recovery time. And when he was hungry for me, it was hard to satiate him.
I grinned even broader than he had, hiding it in his wet hair.Try all you want, Dragon. You're not knocking me up. But I'll sure enjoy the ride.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Get up,” I said as I pulled on my dirty clothes.
“Come back to bed,” Arach countered.
“No. Our host is expecting us. We're already late.”
Arach groaned and sat up, one knee out to the side. He smoothed back his hair and watched me. Then he blinked. “Take that off.”
“I just said I'm going to dinner. If you don't want to join me, fine, but—”
“No, I mean take it off because I brought you some fresh clothes.” He got up and strode to the door, naked. Opening it without even bothering to take a quick peek, he said, “Fetch me my satchel.”
“Yes, King Arach,” one of the Red Caps said.
Arach shut the door and gathered his discarded clothing.
I stared at him.
“What have I done wrong now?” he grumbled.
I chuckled. “Nothing. You've done something good. Thank you for thinking to bring me clothes. This dress is getting foul.”
“Yes, it is.” He pulled on his pants and wrinkled his nose at it. “Put it in the bathroom for now.”
“You said you hadn't brought me any presents.”
“The clothes are necessary, especially if you're representing the Fire Kingdom. I didn't think of them as presents. More as my responsibility as your husband. Seeing my wife properly clothed is the least of my obligations to you.”
