Chapter Thirteen
Riley
“No, I do not want to take a bath with you. You already tried murdering me with more disgusting food,” I say. Torin already bathed earlier today but seems to think that he requires a second one if I’d only permit him to climb into this tub with me.
He appears confused. “What do my horrible meals have to do with your bath?”
I give him a look. “They just do!”
“What I’m feeding you is the only food I have here. As a true god, I didn’t need to eat. But as this husk of a god, I require food at least once a day!”
“No wonder you’ve enjoyed everything I’ve fed you,” I say.
Torin gets this dreamy expression. “Pizza.”
“Do you think we should be concerned that I haven’t been back home?” I ask. “Maybe we should go back tomorrow no matter what? Mickey’s surely told them what happened. They probably all think you’ve taken me as a sex slave and won’t let me free.”
“Absolutely no one is going to believe that I’ve managed to hold you captive. But we can definitely go back for more food. Let’s bring food with us when we return.”
I sigh since he’s evidently not concerned about anything but food. I head off to the bathing room that’s connected to his bedroom. Since everything in the palace was built for people who use magic, many things are designed to run off magic. Torin told me he could heat the water with fire, but my witch magic should suffice. It can’t make water hot enough to burn someone, but it works well enough to heat the water up and it doesn’t cause me any pain from overusing my magic. I climb into the tub and soak since there isn’t exactly a shower option.
I close my eyes and drift under the water while I think. My other fear now is… even if Torin killed the man who destroyed his land, who’s to say this person trying to invade ours is any different?
I try to push those thoughts back and focus instead on washing myself, which is rather hard when I can’t find the soap as I blindly pat around.
“Kit, where’s the soap?” I ask since my current view is of her trying to squeeze out from under a cabinet that she’d somehow crammed herself under and is now struggling to get free from. She rolls onto her back and shoves her head out to look at the tub, and I watch myself pat around for the soap. Seeing myself upside down helps very little, but somehow, I do end up eventually finding it.
And when I’m finished, Kit, who’s finally gotten unstuck, comes galloping over to me.
I dry myself with a towel then put her on my bare shoulder, which is rarely an ideal thing, but I want to be able to see what I’m doing. Dropping the towel, I push the door open and walk out into the bedroom where I face the bed.
Stopping, I wait for Torin’s reaction… and then wait some more.
“Are youasleep?” I hiss as I kick the bed.
Torin jerks awake and stares at me. Then I watch as his eyes take all of me in, running down to my cock before snapping back up to my face. “What! No! Nope. What? Oh…ohhhhhh. Wait… did you forget your clothes? You need clothes. Ah… right, right, there’s… clothes… somewhere in here. Like… you know… places where clothes go, I guess.”
“Does it look like I forgot my clothes?” I ask.
“It very much looks like you forgot your clothes. Here, let me dress you?—”
I sigh. “I’m going to bed.”
He freezes. “Oh…Oh.” He whips the blanket back, gets caught up in it, and proceeds to fall off the bed.
“Wow, you really do strike me as someone who can make a person orgasm from just a touch,” I comment while I watch him battle the blanket. It’s a losing battle there for a bit, but he does come out victorious. “I’m sorry, I thought I was here for a pity fuck since you haven’t gotten laid inyears,but it’s gone beyond pity at this point. I’m like…sadfor you now. It’s now a sad fuck.”
“I did that to lower your defenses,” he says as he takes two strides up to me, slides a hand beneath my ass, then snatches me right off the floor in one smooth movement a second before he pins me against the wall.
“Fucking hell,” I snap, wondering why I’m now here and also wondering why my brain is going, “That was really fucking hot.” My brain knows better than that! But more than anything, I’mextremelyaware of his hard cock between my legs, pressed against my balls while my limbs wrap around him to keep me from plummeting. Torin’s lips crash against mine and I’m not expecting it, but when his tongue brushes the seam of my lips, I part them without hesitation. I’m drawn into his touch, theway his lips press against mine, the way his tongue tangles with mine. His kiss takes my breath away as his hand that’s not wrapped around my waist slides down my ass cheeks. One finger dips between them so teasingly that I’m left aching for more.
So much for playing it cool. My pity fuck is very much turning into me being a hot mess as he pulls back just to let me breathe. Am I a teenager again? Did I forget how to kiss someone? Did I really just melt into him over a kiss? While I recover, he kisses my throat, sucking the skin as his finger traces over my hole and my cock presses against his stomach.
I groan and then feel ridiculous that I’mgroaningover a damn kiss and stroke of his finger. Like what the hell has happened to me to suddenly make me putty in his hands?
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper.
What the hell am I doing now? No! I’m supposed to play hard to get! I was going to be all, “Look at meallowingyou to fuck me,” and instead I’m like, “Stick it in me already!”
