Page 38 of The Last Heir of Elsewhere

Just like he’d been trying to push me away since the very beginning.

I forced myself to keep my tone even, my face neutral. “Yes, my lord.”

I turned away, waiting for what he would do.

Bael looked down at me with something like approval, as behind me, I heard the now familiar clanging of metal and the dull thud of discarded armor hitting the ground. My heart raced as the distinct click of Scion’s heels echoed through the room. I held my breath as each step brought him closer.

My pulse throbbed harder between my legs, and I twisted to see Scion step up beside the tub, his intense gaze locking with mine. He was entirely naked, and already half-hard. I licked my lips, and his gaze darkened, following the path of my tongue with his eyes. “Slide forward, Rebel.”

I raised a skeptical eyebrow at him, but he was already lifting one foot and sliding his leg into the warm water. I scrambled to make room for him, splashing in my haste.

Settling behind me, he sank deeper into the bath, his arms flung out to the sides, and he let out a deep sigh as he tilted his head back against the cool porcelain. My mouth went dry, even as wetness pooled between my legs.

Smirking, Scion pulled me backwards until I relaxed against his chest. I could feel the warmth of his body even hotter than the bathwater. He hummed contentedly and his breath tickled my neck, making me shiver.

I could hardly believe that Scion was going along with this. He must truly believe that we were not meant to be bound together. I couldn’t wrap my mind around that idea, and wasn’t sure what I wanted to be true.

If he was also my mate, then this was incredibly dangerous and if not, then what was I thinking?

Doubts and questions tangled together in my mind, and I craned my neck to meet Scion’s gaze. I opened my mouth to ask what he was thinking, when the words died when the warm press of his lips made every muscle in my body loose and malleable. I couldn’t help but whimper at the sensation, craving more.

I bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, and Scion let out a feral sound from deep within his throat. Our kiss became more aggressive as he fought for control. He dug his fingers into my thighs, spreading them wider beneath the water and causing a delicious pain that only added to the heat pooling between my legs. He ran delicate fingers over my core, and I moaned into his mouth as I felt him grow harder against my ass.

Next to the bathtub, Bael let out a low growl as he watched Scion’s fingers dance over my clit. My attention shifted to him, and he quickly removed his shirt with one fluid movement.

My eyes went wide, and I couldn’t help but stare at the white, vine-like tattoos that traced his toned chest, and disappeared into the waistband of his trousers. I’d seen every inch of him before, traced my tongue over those hard muscles, yet the sight still had me pressing my thighs together.

He smirked down at me and ran his hand through his tousled red-blonde hair before taking another step closer. Bael leaned forward again, bracing holding himself over the water by the edges of the tub. His lips closed around my breast, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me. I gasped and arched my back, desperate for more.

His hand slid down to the front of his trousers and gripped his own hard cock through the fabric, as he flicked his tongue over my nipple. My eyes fixed on the movement, and I struggled to form coherent words while Scion’s fingers expertly teased and stroked my sensitive clit. My exhaustion seemed to evaporate, and I completely forgot everything except my pounding pulse. I needed one of them inside me, now.

“Are you sure you won’t join us?” I asked Bael, my mouth dry.

He smiled wickedly, but shook his head. “No, little monster…I don’t need any help to realize the hold you have on me.”

I made a pleading sound in my throat, and Scion seemed to understand. He lifted me with ease and switched our positions so that I straddled his lap. I gripped the edge of the bath and my breath hitched as I moved to settle onto his hard length beneath me. Except, he gripped my hips holding me off him, and looked me in the eye.

This felt vastly different from the first time. In the barn, it was hot and frenzied, whereas now my heart squeezed, and his gaze lit me on fire, saying everything without a single word.

Keeping his gaze locked with mine, his hands firmly grasped my hips, guiding me down and impaling me on his cock. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I felt the exhilarating fullness inside me. Rising up on my knees, I began to ride him, feeling every inch deep within me.

He buried his face in my neck, as if he too felt the need to hide from the intense emotions that were passing between us. His breath tickled my skin, and I fought to hold on to myself as the awareness in my chest seemed to heighten.

Blindly, I reached a hand behind me, feeling for Bael, wanting both of them touching me.

Bael’s footsteps echoed as he circled the large, claw-footed tub and leaned over Scion’s shoulder to kiss me gently on the lips. “You look so pretty like this.”

I moaned into his mouth and reached out to palm him through his pants. Following my lead, Bael pulled away and took his cock out, to run the tip of himself over my lips. I opened, taking him down my throat. He closed his eyes as if in pain as I flicked my tongue, tasting all of him.

I sucked hard, making Bael moan as Scion gripped my hips harder. I could feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass. He guided my body up and down with force, grinding my clit against him with every stroke and causing me to bounce and the water to splash out onto the floor.

My entire being quivered in anticipation, my breaths quickening as an intense wave of pleasure began to rise in my lower belly.

Bael threaded his hands through my hair, pulling hard until I looked up at him, my lips still wrapped around his cock.

“Give me your hands,” he said, his voice strangled.

I raised an eyebrow in silent question, and licked the tip of my tongue over his throbbing tip.

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