There’s so much of it, and he lets out the smallest, satisfied hum as he swallows it down. He finishes with kisses along my thighs, my balls, and the tip of my cock, which he draws into his mouth and sucks clean.
This orgasm was so much more than the one before it, and when I shift my legs, I can feel the ache from where he nearly rearranged my insides.
“How was it?” I ask.
He slides his body up alongside mine, kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue—the soft tang of my release as he swallowed me down. My eyes close, and I feel a pulse of affection in my chest.
“I achieved a climax,” he murmurs. He’s silent for a moment. “My second like this.”
My eyes open. He’s so responsive, so needy. I can’t believe that I’m his first. “Did you like it?”
“Mmm, everything with you,” he murmurs. He leans in and licks my shoulder, and I feel the sting there. “I will heal you when we return.”
I touch the spot with my fingers. Two small pinpricks from his fangs, and I wonder what would happen if he didn’t heal them immediately? What if I let them heal on their own? It would scar.
I would carry his mark.
“Rathyn…”
I don’t get the chance to finish what I’m saying. There’s a noise, and then voices—the Vyastil guards are calling for him.
He stiffens and covers me with his body before realizing they’re not coming in, just asking for his presence. He presses his hands to my ears, and a moment later, I understand why.
His singing call is so loud it shakes my sternum, and even with his palms protecting my eardrums, I can hear their reply. I can’t understand it, but whatever it is, he goes stiff.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, tugging on his wrists.
He releases me and pulls me to my feet, the mossy floor going more stable than when I was lying on it. He’s not looking at me as he walks to the water’s edge and begins to clean himself.
It hurts. I don’t know why. I want him to carry my scent with him, and I don’t know if this feeling is left over from the herb, or something else.
He turns to look at me, and then I hear his voice in my head.
“My Everest, they cannot know.”
“Know what?”
His gaze holds mine firmly. “That I am yours.”
The words hit me like a blow to the chest. I have always been his. Since the damn clinic. Since the contract. Since givingmyself to him in ways I’ve never wanted to give myself to anyone.
But it didn’t occur to me that he could be mine.
That he would want to be mine.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He walks over with palms full of water and washes me between my cheeks before pulling my cloak back over me. It only just occurred to me that there’s nothing leaking out of me. I’m still a little loose, but whatever he spilled inside me either isn’t moving or my body absorbed it.
That’s…interesting. Something to think about later.
“We must go,” he says after he leans in, sniffs, then pulls back with a satisfied hum.
The stern tone of his voice tells me that there’s something really serious going on. I pull him back as he leads me toward the entrance to the cave.
“What’s happening?”
He crowds me against the wall, taking my face between his hands, and he kisses me slow and deep.
