Only that the urge must be slaked.
“You’re wearing wa-a-ay too many clothes,” Archie purred.“Take off those leathers.”
I unhitched my cloak and fumbled at my armor’s lacings with fingers that somehow managed to be both over-sensitized and numb.It was madness to let a slave give me orders—yet I was powerless against his command.It should have been ridiculous, him in his children’s linens.
It was anything but.
I lifted my chest piece over my head, and Archie’s eyes roamed my body.“So chiseled I can see….Every.Last.Muscle.”
Surely, now, he’d know me for the soldier I was.No acolyte would be so fit.
But that wasn’t the conclusion Archie had drawn.“I’ll bet you feel amazing.Skim your fingertips down your chest.Slowly.That’s me—learning you with my fingers and tongue.Exploring every hill and valley.Every rock-hard inch.”
The touch of my own hand was hardly anything to get excited about.But with Archie watching, sensation lit my body as I trailed my fingers down my chest.He reached down and adjusted himself and the scent of human arousal flooded my senses.
“I promise you this, shaman…someday, that touch truly will be mine.Once you’ve made your mark in this clan—once no one would ever think to question you—we’ll figure out exactly how to cover our tracks.Between the geyser and the herbs, there’s gotta be a way.”His gaze dropped to the lacings on my breeches.“And when we find it….”
He folded to his knees, and my entire world narrowed to the dart of his small pink tongue on his lower lip…and the thrumming of my pulse in my painfully-stiff cock.
“When we finally find it…I’ll do things to you that you’ve never even imagined.”
No doubt.He already was.
“Show me,” he said, urgent and low.“Show me the hulking beast that’s straining to bust out.”
I thought it would be a relief to free my aching cock, but when I pulled it out, the sight of it bobbing there inches from Archie’s upturned face only made its need grow sharper.“Touch it,” he whispered.“Withmyhand.It’s so big and meaty I can’t even close my fist around it.But I don’t let that stop me.”
My breath caught as familiar calluses rasped against my shaft.Surely, it felt nothing like Archie’s nimble, smooth human hand.But I was too far gone now to care.
“Damn.That head’s like a fist.And the veins…never in my life have I seen such girth.And it makes my mouth water.”
“Tell me,” I grunted, pumping my shaft.My balls drew up and arousal clenched my body.I wanted to take him and use him, and make him cry out and spurt his hot human seed.
“So big.And I’ll bet you taste divine….”
Archie’s eyelids closed as he swayed forward, cheeks flushed, utterly fuckable.His hot breath played across the gleaming tautness of my cockhead, and from that alone—a mere whisper of sensation—I found myself spiraling toward the point of no return.
Nothing else mattered—not the clan or the crypt or the fact that a sharpened stake was surely waiting for my head.Just the sweet, wet promise of Archie’s ripe lips.
The surge ignited somewhere deep in my guts.It flared fast, overtaking all my senses, with the power of a thrown spear.Wetness.The merest trace of a soft, human tongue skimmed my slit—Archie’s tongue—and I became the spear.Hurtling toward my target.Relentless.Unstoppable.
Even as I lost control, I scrambled to regain it—but I was too far gone.My thighs trembled as my legs locked, and pleasure roared through me that was just this side of pain.I’d denied myself far too long for a reward that would never come.This would have been my wedding night.And instead of spending myself with my mate, the one I would mark with my scent was this fragile human slave….
Who rolled to one side just as my seed pumped into the empty air where his sweet mouth had been a moment before.
His breathing was rough—almost as rough as mine—as we looked at the evidence of this thing we’d just done, painted across the meditation room floor in pearly strands.We’d barely touched each other, it was true.But a real shaman would never have let things go so far.
And that realization made fear take hold.“They’ll know,” I said.“The guards will know.”
“What?”Archie scoffed.“How?”
“They’ll scent it.”
“And here I thought Gargle was exaggerating this whole sense-of-smell thing just to get a rise out of me.But worry not, my shaman.I’ve got this.”He pushed to his feet and grabbed the meal he’d prepared—the stew heavy with rare rubyseed—and dumped the entire bowl on the floor, obliterating my spend.
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