My words were cut off abruptly by what I saw before me. Guinevere had dropped the robe she was wearing, baring her creamy, love-bitten skin to me in its entirety.
Her eyes were warm and her face was flushed as she offered me a small, knowing smile upon seeing my awestruck expression.
“You were saying?” she said as she began to descend the steps into the steaming pool.
But I had completely forgotten what I had meant to say, my mouth opening and closing uselessly as I watched her body disappear underneath the water.
“You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to,” Guinevere murmured, her eyes sparkling with a sudden mischief. “I can wash myself all by my lonesome if I need to.”
Then her hand disappeared underneath the water and a wanton noise left her mouth.
In a flash, I was yanking at my clothing, fighting with it to free myself so that I could experience something I had only dreamed about whilst telling myself it could never be.
My clothing fell to the floor in a messy heap as I nearly tripped in my haste to get into the water, hissing as the heat connected with my skin. “Does this not burn you?”
Guinevere shrugged, lifting a hand, causing the water to chase after her in an easy stream. It was amazing to me how far her magical prowess had come in such a short amount of time, it seemed effortless now when nary a fortnight ago she struggled to even find her core. “It honestly feels cool compared to the rest of me right now.”
Never before had I stopped to consider such things as an omega’s heat. I had always made sure not to pry when Eleanor and Juneau were experiencing such things as it was not for me to see, but now as Guinevere stared up at me with heavy lids, I wished I had at the very least asked them some questions.
“Do you need me to go and get one of the others? To,ah, soothe you?”
Guinevere shook her head and stepped closer to me until I could feel the tickle of her breath across my chest. “No, I just need you… if you’ll have me?”
I pulled her face to mine, feeling the desperate press of her lips as the water sloshed between us and I felt the slick slip of her body against mine.
Guinevere’s hands slid up my bare chest, her fingers curling just underneath my collarbone as her tongue darted into my mouth. She tasted of magic in its purest form and it seeped into me like rays of sunshine as a soft moan left her lips.
“I like you,” she murmured once she had pulled away. “I love you.”
Her words made something deep in my chest twist.
“I want you,” I told her, clearing my throat so that I could say the words I had wanted to say ever since I realized that I could choose my own fate. “I love you—you are like an extension of my own soul. When the gods ordered me to find you I had never felt such a desperation before and now I understand why. It was as if my magic knew that it would need you to feel complete.”
Guinevere’s brown eyes were locked onto mine and I felt her swallow heavily as she reached up and pulled me down for another kiss, her stiff nipples pressing into me as she pulled me through the water and to the ledge on the far end of the room.
It was partially dug into the wall, allowing for the users of the bath to sit comfortably whilst also still being submerged to the waist in the piping hot water.
“Do you know what to do?” Guinevere asked, seeming to guess correctly that my experience was quite limited.
“Of sorts,” I admitted as I dropped my gaze to her full breasts and briefly resisted the urge to take one of the stiff peaks into my mouth to taste.
“Just follow my lead,” Guinevere said as she hooked a leg around my back and slid a hand in between us to grip my stiff cock. Her fingers felt like soft steel as she gave my length a few firm pumps underneath the water, making my hips jerk wildly in response.
Then before I realized what was happening, Guinevere pressed the head of my cock into the swollen entrance at the apex of her thighs and used her leg to draw me inside of her.
Sucking in a ragged intake of breath, I braced my hands on the wall on either side of her head, allowing myself time to get used to all of the pleasurable sensations reverberating through my body.
Like kissing, I could feel the exchange of magic through her and it was overwhelmingly powerful, my reservoirs of magic filling at an alarming rate before spilling over.
“Look!” Guinevere gasped, making me jerk my head up to follow her gaze. The water in the pool around us had begun to glow a soft green color, illuminating our skin. It looked just the same as the underwater cave that was my favorite place to go in my mind.
“It must be our magic,” I said with a grunt as her legs tightened around my waist.
Guinevere’s water-slick hands slid up my chest before sliding up into my hair. “You can move whenever you want.”
“Move?” I asked incredulously. “I fear if I even so much as twitch I will explode.”
A slow smile of satisfaction spread over Guinevere’s face. “It’s okay even if you do.”
