The filth he spoke made her even wetter. The heat was everywhere. The water, his body, his voice in her ear, his fingers inside her. Mab's hands found his thighs under the water and gripped, nails digging into muscle.
"You're going to come for me," he said. "Right here, where anyone could walk by."
The orgasm hit her like a wave. She cried out, the sound echoing off the rocks, and she didn't care. Couldn't care. His fingers kept moving, drawing it out, wringing every last shudder from her body while she shook apart in his arms.
When she finally stilled, gasping, he withdrew his hand and turned her in the water.
"On me," he said. "Now."
Mab wrapped her legs around his waist, her weight nothing in the mineral warmth, and his hands gripped her hips to hold her steady. His cock pressed against her entrance, and she felt every ridge as he pulled her down onto him.
"That's it." His voice was a rasp, stripped raw. "Take all of it."
She sank onto him inch by inch, the water making everything slick, her body opening around the sheer girth of him. The ridges dragged against her inner walls, and she whimpered at the stretch.
He bottomed out inside her, and Mab's breath left her in a rush. Full. So full she could feel him everywhere.
Varek didn't give her time to adjust.
He lifted her by the hips and pulled her back down. The water surged around them, waves lapping against the rocks, against their bodies. She grabbed his shoulders for balance, nails biting into green skin.
"You feel that?" His tusks grazed her throat as he fucked up into her, the water churning with every brutal thrust. "That's what you do to me. What you've been doing to me for two days in that fucking saddle."
Mab couldn't answer. Could barely breathe. The angle was devastating. Every ridge caught against her swollen flesh, dragging pleasure out of her with each withdrawal, then slamming it back in when he pulled her down again.
"I'm going to fill you up," he growled against her throat. "Right here in this pool. And tomorrow, when you're back in that saddle, you're going to feel me leaking out of you for miles."
Her cunt clenched around him, and he groaned.
"You like that." It wasn't a question. His pace increased, water sloshing over the edges of the pool, soaking the flat stones. "Knowing that every warrior in this column will be able to smell me on you."
"Varek—"
"Say it." His hand fisted in her wet hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat to his mouth. "Tell me what you want."
"You." The word came out broken, barely a word at all. "I want—I want you to fill me."
He made a sound against her skin that was more growl than voice. His hips snapped up, driving into her so deep she saw stars that had nothing to do with the sky overhead.
"Again."
"Fill me." She was begging now, and she didn't care. "Please. I want to feel you tomorrow. I want—"
The orgasm crashed through her before she could finish. Her whole body seized around him, clenching so hard she felt him jerk inside her, felt the hot pulse of his release flooding her as he buried himself to the hilt and held there.
His roar echoed off the rocks. The sound rolled across the valley like thunder, and Mab felt it vibrate through her chest where she was pressed against him. His arms locked around her, holding her impaled on his cock while he emptied himself into her, pulse after pulse of heat that she felt even through the warmth of the water.
The echoes faded. The water stilled. Mab's forehead dropped to his shoulder, her breath coming in ragged gasps that fogged the air between them. His cock softened inside her by slow degrees. She felt him receding, and with it the trickle of his seed escaping into the mineral water.
Chapter 18
Eventually, Varek lifted her off him slowly and set her on the submerged ledge beside him, her back against the smooth rock, and reached for the bundle he'd left on the stones.
The cloth she'd seen was a linen square, rough-woven. The small pot held something pale and dense that smelled of rendered fat and herbs she couldn't name. And beneath both, wrapped in oiled leather to keep it dry, a comb. Bone, by the look of it. Carved with small notches along the spine that caught the moonlight.
"Turn around," Varek said.
Mab turned. The water swirled around her hips as she settled with her back to him, and his hands gathered her hair, lifting the wet weight of it away from her neck.
