Page 39 of The Omega Thief

Attiker paused in shock. The only time he’d been in here had been when he thought he should leave, and he’d just quickly relieved himself without taking much notice of the room. But now the room flickered with what looked like a hundred lit candles. Attiker appreciated the seduction scene Raynard had set up, and it was a pity he wasn’t going to experience it. He gazed at the huge tub full of scented steaming hot water and realized the palace could obviously pump hot water directly inside.

Raz chuckled again. “I would like to point out this is a first. He often runs me a bath—”

“But doesn’t offer to scrub your back?”

Raz cupped his face again and made Attiker look up. “I can get him a different job.”

Attiker wanted to stamp his foot like some kid. “I’m not usually this…” This what? Jealous? Possessive? It was barely a couple of days ago he was convinced the prince wanted him gone, then the whole vanishing wolf thing. Raz must be getting whiplash by how fast Attiker’s emotions changed.

“Let’s get in.” Raz went first and held out his hand so Attiker could step in. Raz firmly positioned Attiker so his back was to Raz’s chest, and Raz’s dick was showing how happy he was with that. In fact, it would take nothing for Attiker to sit on top of him instead of between his legs, but he wanted Raz to relax. Raz reached over for one of the cloths and a bar of soap.

“Let me,” Attiker said and took it off him. “You can wash my back.” Instead, Attiker felt Raz loosen the leather tie Attiker fastened his hair with, and he groaned as Raz ran his fingers through it.

“I love this,” Raz murmured.

It was Attiker’s one vanity. Long hair was usually reserved for nobles who had people to wash and style it. It wasn’t much to look at color-wise. Mainly brown, but the sun often lightened it, and it was thick and silky. So many times he’d been tempted to cut it, but as he felt Raz’s warm breath on his neck and a tug to make him lie back, Attiker was so glad he hadn’t.

“I’m supposed to be washing you,” he protested weakly when Raz took back the soap. He lathered the cloth and then dragged it over Attiker’s bare chest, grunting in satisfaction as Attiker gasped at the scrape on his nipples. Raz was very thorough in his tending, so thorough that Attiker had melted into a puddle of need, and Raz practically had to hold him up to use the jugs of fresh water to rinse both their hair. There was even a small basket of different hair ties to keep it from the water when it was clean. Attiker had attempted to protest once more at Raz insisting on doing everything, but Raz had simply kissed him.

“Never underestimate my need to spoil you.”

Attiker decided to do his own spoiling. “Is there any oil in that basket?”

Raz groaned. “Paste of the type to remain slick in water,” he answered and got out a small pot. Attiker still had his back to him.

“Put plenty on,” he urged.

Raz did, his breath hitching deliciously when he touched himself. “Lean forward,” Razz urged. Attiker pushed himself up, so he was resting on Raz’s parted thighs. Raz slid his hand under him, and Attiker cried out and gripped his cock to stop the sudden urge to come. Raz just hummed in approval, and Attiker barely held on while Raz treated his hole with the same paste.

Raz tossed the tub back in the basket and gripped both of Attiker’s hips. Then, astonishing Attiker at his strength, he raised Attiker up a little and back nearer to him. Attiker felt the scrape of Raz’s hard length under him. “Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” Attiker chanted and gripped even tighter. He was going to explode. With the utmost care and as if Raz had all the time in the world, he lowered Attiker down on him, even pausing for Attiker to get used to the stretch. “Don’t you dare stop,” Attiker warned him and even tried wriggling his hips, but Raz had such a grip on him it was nearly impossible.

Somehow, Attiker managed to relax until Raz was buried deep inside him. Then Raz leaned back a little, changing the angle, and Attiker cried out. Raz froze. “I’m hurting you.” His grip tightened, and for one awful moment, Attiker thought he was going to lift him off.

“You dare stop, and I’ll tell your grandmother you need advice on how to satisfy your partner.”

Raz chuckled at the threat, but the vibration made them both groan. “Do that again,” Attiker begged. “Lean back,” he qualified in case Raz thought he meant anything else, so Raz did. How Attiker’s head didn’t explode, he didn’t know. Then to make it even more impossible, Raz leaned forward, and his cock hit somewhere inside Attiker that lit his body more brightly than a palace full of candles. Raz’s hand came around, and Attiker let go of himself immediately.

But then Raz’s huge fist curled around his length, and he gave a slight tug at the same time as easing back, then surging forward. He did it again, and Attiker was done. He couldn’t have stopped the orgasm that raced through him if the building had been on fire. Attiker felt the swell and throb of Raz inside him, heard the roar behind him that seemed to be a mix of man and wolf, and was swept away on such a tide of pleasure his body seemed to sing with it.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he opened his eyes, but the water was cooling rapidly. Raz stirred, and Attiker gently encouraged him to move. He didn’t know how Raz was still functioning.

They got out carefully, and Attiker took Raz’s towel off him and dried him carefully, then repeated the action on himself. Attiker gazed in fascination when Raz bent down to remove some type of stopper, and the water drained out into the pipes below.

There was a tray with some orange juice and wine on it, but after rinsing his teeth and mouth in the bathroom, Attiker was too tired for any of it. He didn’t bother with a night shirt, just crawled into Raz’s arms.

And planned on staying there for as long as possible.

Chapter seventeen

Razstaredathissleeping mate and considered all his options. He knew the palace was awake, and thanks to his wolf, he could hear the maids in his private dining room and imagined they’d be getting summoned for breakfast soon. Carter, Pinkerton, and Thakeray would all want him. What he wanted to do was stay in bed all day and take a minute to get to know his mate. He had so many questions and knew Attiker must feel the same way.

Unfortunately, life didn’t work quite like that. They still had to find out who and why the fire was set, and find out who Jeremiah Grape was working for, assuming it wasn’t Draul Eryken, the rebel leader. He paused. Attiker didn’t think it was Eryken, and he thought Attiker might have good instincts.

Then how did the murder of Maxwell’s apprentice fit in? Attiker believed it was to silence him, and Raz agreed. However, that pointed to Eryken and what Raz had originally believed being that Eryken was trying to duplicate the situation in Abergenny and get rid of the ruling Fenrirs in Cadmeera altogether.

But the biggest problem by far was Attiker’s wolf. He knew Laronne was convinced Attiker’s wolf was still there, just dormant, which was both a good and bad thing. Good, because it meant that Attiker’s life would be as long as Raz’s, as his wolf kept him healthy.

Bad—

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