Page 97 of Brutal Birthright

And with fresh glimpses into the nightmarish landscape that had plagued his dreams for so long now. He’d recognised the smell and the barren wasteland immediately.

They sat together in silence for a while. Steam enveloping them in feathery clouds, while Oriana’s fingers ran hypnotic patterns over as many of his tattoos as she could easily reach.

He could happily get lost in her soft touch.

“What do your tattoos mean?” Oriana pushed him to lean back against the lip of the sunken pool. Reaching to grab one of the nearby bottles of potions he had on hand for whenever he needed to recover after battle. The thick liquid poured out into her palm and before he knew it, she was washing his arms and chest with gentle strokes.

Closely studying each line of ink as she did so.

She knew he didn’t have any answers to what they had encountered tonight, and showing just how well she understood him, she trusted he would tell her more when he was able to. That was all there was to it for now.

“Each one represents a life I have taken.” He watched her with rapt fascination. The way her lips gently pursed as he soaped his skin and occasionally stopped to stroke a fingertip over a pattern or a design. Some were individual objects that had specific meaning. A depiction of their weapon, or helmet, or insignia. Others were more esoteric. The feather he’d seen on the ground not long after dealing the final blow, or the type of leaves growing on the trees overhead. Then, in other cases, the more common reminders of death had felt appropriate. Skulls peered out from the surface of his skin, intermingled with cherry blossoms, oak trees, and all manner of weaponry.

“Your own way of commemorating their life.” She tilted her head as she worked the soap in soothing strokes across his muscles.

Of course, this girl understood when she herself had the exact opposite committed to ink as a reminder on her own body. All the times she could have but chose not to.

Whereas Rowan had never been given a choice. The Goddesses had set his destiny in motion from day one.

“Come here.” The words slipped out quiet but firm.

This time she dutifully obeyed. Shifting over his lap as he spread his legs wide under the water. His hard cock–because when was he ever not hard around this girl–pressed against her slick core.

Slowly, she reached down and grabbed hold of his length, stroking him with a firm grip before notching the broad head at her entrance. With mouth slightly parted and a flush to her bronzed skin, she sank down over him.

The glide inside her, with how wet she was for him, was enough to have a low groan burst out of his chest.

“Ffffuuuuck.” Rowan swallowed heavily. Her silky, tight heat felt like a dream. The kind he could gladly lose himself in if it meant leaving behind all the bloodshed he’d been forced to endure.

“Brute.” Her breathy moan made his cock throb seated all the way inside her.

“Ride it, my perfect little whore.” Splaying his fingers across her ass, he palmed both cheeks. Squeezing and kneading and parting them as she slowly rode his cock. The water swirled around their bodies as she arched and flexed against him with her arms slung over his shoulders.

Surrounded by her soft, breathy whimpers and moans, he could already feel himself nearly ready to burst inside her. He shifted so that he could tease at her ass. Gently massaging and soothing with his magic while working one finger inside her as she purred with pleasure in his lap.

“So fucking filthy. You like that, don’t you, my dirty, little faerie.” He nipped at her jaw, then tugged the swell of her bottom lip between his teeth. Soaking up every single noise and movement of her body responding to the sensation of his magic working her. As he pressed further inside, she arched her back to give him more access. Rolling her hips to take his cock and finger even deeper.

Then he went in for the kill. Using his other hand to slide between them, he circled his thumb over her clit. It only took a couple of firm strokes before her moans intensified and her nails dug into the back of his shoulders.

Dropping her forehead against his neck, her entire body shook as she chanted. “I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming.”

The way her hot, wet pussy clamped down around him was his undoing. Feeling her ass grip around his finger and her cunt rhythmically working his cock at the same time, Rowan let out a low growl.

His cock jerked, and hot cum shot forward. Even though she was still riding him, he held her firmly in place and thrust into her from below. Allowing his magic to pulse through his fingertips against her clit and her ass in a way that he knew would extend her orgasm like a rolling wave.

Fuck she felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Calm and fire all rolled into one glorious moment when he forgot everything and the rest of the world fell away. Leaving only her.

After they’d both come back down to themselves, he swiped across her bottom lip with his thumb. Running the pad over the spot where he’d held her between his teeth.

“You make me forget how to breathe, yet I also feel like my blood is going to burst out of my body at the same time, little faerie.” His eyes searched hers. Still glazed with lust and arousal and looking like godsdamn perfection.

Humming softly, she ran her fingers up the back of his neck to tangle in his hair. Then flashed a little smirk at him.

That brought out a growl. “What?”

“I like this dishevelled puppy look on you.” Her nails dragged along his scalp, which only made his hips thrust up into her sharply.

“Did you just call me a scruffy dog while my cock is inside you?” He thrusted again to emphasise his statement. Devouring the way her mouth popped open and a little whimper of pleasure fell from her lips.

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