Page 75 of Brutal Birthright

It took everything not to crow with triumph.

As Rowan backed her under the gently running water, he spun her around so that her spine was flush against his chest.

Shit. He was insatiable for this girl. His dick already hard, and more than interested in getting inside her pussy again. But he focused on using his magic to wash off the mess he’d made of her last night. Infusing healing potions into the stream of water to help speed her fae magic.

While water softly caressed every inch of them, he was busy running greedy hands all over her. Cupping and fondling the soft swell of her breasts, tracing over her pussy and dipping into her slick channel before gliding around and over her ass. Cataloguing every inch of her curves and using his magic for healing as his palms worked their way hungrily across her skin.

Not that it was a purely selfless act. If he wanted to fuck her again so soon, he needed to make sure she wasn’t sore. Oriana might like pain intermingled with her pleasure, but he only wanted to give that to her in the right way.

Like he said, magic had many uses. But Rowan didn’t get off on causing undue harm where sex was concerned.

“Tell me about Saskia.” Her quiet voice interrupted his thoughts. “You were there. I know you were. Tell me the truth of what happened.” Resting her head back against his chest, she melted beneath him while he continued to run his hands all over her warm skin.

She might be a boneless mess under his touch, yet that clever brain of hers was still working away, even after begging him that she’d combust if he gave her any more orgasms last night.

A plea he ignored. She was full of shit, and she loved every shaking, quivering moment.

“You don’t remember?”

Oriana gave a small shake of her head. Just as he suspected.

It was hardly surprising the exact details were foggy, considering the fact she’d been hit by the powerful shockwave of whatever magic had killed her friend, but fortunately only knocked her unconscious.

Fuck, it could have been so much worse. He didn’t even want to consider what might have occurred if he hadn’t been there.

“Dark magic.” He said. Stroking some of her damp hair back off her face. “I was watching you leave the library—”

“Stalking me.” She batted at his hand. A quirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Keeping a watchful eye.” Ignoring her, he continued. “Things happened fast after you leant over the railing.”

Rowan kept his tone even as he relayed the events that came next but cut himself off when he got to the part about Saskia’s body.

“I’m no stranger to death, brute. Don’t do her memory a disservice by avoiding the details.”

He paused, then told her everything. Not skipping over any of the gruesome images that were so deeply etched in his memory. How could he forget, considering the uncanny way it reminded him of his own nightmares involving Brigid.

“Thank you.” She murmured, bringing his palm to her mouth and kissing the roughed callouses decorating his skin. “I can’t believe you brought me here that night, and I don’t even remember.”

“You snored the whole time.”

She made an indignant sound in the back of her throat.

“I’ll bet you stared at me with hearts in your eyes all night. Besotted with my radiance.”

“More like I tried to smother you with a pillow. Even when you’re asleep, you refuse to keep quiet.”

Her lips twitched and curved with a smile she couldn’t hide.

Fuck, he loved seeing her softness contrasting his rough edges. He didn’t deserve any of it, but like a hungry monster, he devoured the sight of her fingers wrapped over his tattooed knuckles.

Here they stood discussing things like honouring death and memories of loved ones and yet their naked bodies were seeking each other out. Rowan shifted his hold on her body, playing with her nipples. Pinching and rolling them and tugging on them in a way that made her cunt slick for him. He sucked and licked at the side of her neck as she writhed beneath his attention.

“You’re already dripping wet for me, aren’t you?”

A shudder rippled through her body.

“Touch yourself, dirty girl. I bet you’re almost ready to come just from playing with these perfect tits, like the little whore you are.”

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