He seemed to be considering my words and was silent a moment before he replied.
“My warriors are the equal of any. He controls a larger force, but we could win in battle.”
“Would it come to that?” I asked quietly. “If you told him you were breaking your vow of loyalty, would he take it out on you? Or demand a battle?”
Vrogul’s expression was serious as he lifted his free hand to cup my cheek.
“Would ye stand with us if that happened,dkaar?”
My mind went blank. Because in that moment, when he’d asked me such a gut-wrenchingly difficult question, I realized the hard column now pressed against my hip was his cock. And unbidden, my hand dropped to it beneath the water.
I saw his eyelids flutter in response, saw a muscle in his jaw tick, and I gave his cock an experimental stroke. ’Twasridged, the feel of it making my mouth water even as my inner muscles tightened in fascination.
“Rowena,” he growled.
My breathing came faster.
I was distracted as hell, that was the problem. Distracted by the possibilities, thefeelof him under my fingers. I wanted to stroke him with both hands. I wanted to taste him and see him arch with pleasure undermyministrations.
And wasn’t that intriguing, since I was supposed to think of him as my enemy.
“I am supposed to run from you.”
‘Twas not until I saw his gaze shudder that I realized I’d said the words out loud. I lifted my chin, although I was unable to force myself to let go of his cock.
“You stole me from my people. I am not supposed to like it here. I am not supposed to likeyou.”
Still, I continued to stroke him.
“I am not supposed to offer you advice or find myself so unbelievably attracted to you or lie awake at night wanting to touch you!” I was telling myself as much as I was telling him, telling the world. “I am your enemy!”
Suddenly, Vrogul pulled his cock from my grip, his hands going around my waist, lifting me. I barely had time to gasp before my arse hit the edge of the pool and he stepped between my legs.
“What are—” I managed, but he grabbed my wrists and dragged them around his shoulders.
Vrogul’s mouth slammed down on mine, and I—frustrated and desperate and not quite understanding why—rose to meet his challenge, my arms tightening around his neck to keep him there as we kissed.
His tongue played with mine and I met him, stroke for stroke, my confusion and anger fueling my arousal.
Vrogul’s hands were everywhere, caressing and stroking my wet skin, his touch almost possessive. I was already slick from the hot spring pool, but my desire added a new layer of warmth, a slippery need that he seemed to be able to sense.
Mayhapscent.
His mouth moved from mine, his tusks scraping against my jaw, my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He growled harsh praise, his voice a rumble that vibrated against my skin.
“Ye shouldnae want this, but ye do,” he murmured, his hands cupping my breasts, squeezing them, his thumbs brushing over my hardening nipples.
“Ye think I’m yer enemy, aye,dkaar? But I’m no’.”
I couldn’t answer. Couldn’tthink.
I gasped, my back arching slightly, pushing my breasts further into his hands.
He took the invitation, his mouth descending on one peak, then the other, his teeth gently pulling, tugging at the sensitive tips. I whimpered, my breath coming in short pants, my body trembling with the overload of sensations.
“And ye’re no’myenemy, Rowena. I’ll prove it to ye.”
His mouth trailed down my body, his tongue a hot, wet line that seemed to brand me. I was helpless, my body aching for more, my mind a haze of desire. When his mouth found my cunny, I jerked against him.
