Page 30 of Rescuing Mara

“How much wine did you drink?” I smirk at him, which causes him to let out a full belly laugh. His head is thrown back, and he’s entirely at ease.

“Well, enough to relax and enjoy the evening, but it seems a bit more than you, my pretty mate.”

I blush. A sober O’Rec has the potential to soften my heart, but a drunk one is making my knees feel weak.

He leans into me, breathing deeply. “Dance with me, Marra,” he pleads, and I don’t have the energy to argue.

He pulls me on the dancefloor, Lauren and D’Var joining us immediately. They start a goofy dance to the upbeat tune. O’Rec joins them, but all I can do is stare and smile.

“Come on, Mara! Move that butt!” Lauren yells, taking my hands and pulling me with her.

“I don’t know how…” I admit, and she looks at me in horror.

“Have you never danced before?” I shake my head in denial. “That’s…” she starts, then interrupts herself. “No, nope, we are looking forward. Dancing makes you happy. Do you want to be happy, Mara?”

If only she knew how desperately I want to be happy, to feel the joy that seems to come to her so easily.

I push back tears, and I push everything back. If I want happiness, I need to take it.

“Show me!” I demand, making her laugh.

“Just do what I do!” she yells, putting her hands in the air and shaking her body. She looks ridiculous, but that does not stop me from mimicking her movements. Lauren squeals in delight, and my movements become more fluid, beat by beat. I close my eyes, letting myself feel the music.

I feel O’Rec’s presence behind me at the exact moment the music changes. The upbeat tempo turns into a slower, more seductive song, and I rest my back against his chest. I hardly come up to his chin, but his body feels glued to mine as we move together in a sensual rhythm.

The music goes on and on, but we stay like this, gently moving our bodies in sync with each other, losing track of time. The music fades to the background, and all I can feel is O’Rec - his muscular chest against me, his hands on my waist.

“Walk with me,” he whispers, taking my hand, and I follow him without question.

It’s dark outside, but little lights shine everywhere, hovering in the air. O’Rec leads me to a sandy beach. It’s silent here, all you can hear are the sounds from the water and the night creatures. I am lost in him, lost in his presence, lost in this crackling energy that surrounds us.

He leads, and I follow.

It doesn’t take long before I see an enormous tree rising in front of us. It’s firmly rooted on the divide between the beach and the grasslands. Its long, slender branches gracefully arch out. Leaves sprout from the crown of the tree, spiraling down, making them look like hair.

O’Rec guides me through the leaves, and I marvel at the wonders I see. The dark purple tree trunk is enormous, and glowing pink flowers decorate the branches.

I spin around to thank him for showing me this amazing place, but his eyes make me freeze on the spot.

Lust is pouring off him in waves, and he is looking so hot and feral. I slowly swallow and wet my lips. With a low growl, he stalks towards me, and automatically, I take a step back until my back connects with the tree. Within my next breath, he is on me. Inhaling deeply into the crook of my neck, his hands roaming the sides of my body.

I try to move against him, but he is too tall. He must have read my mind because his hands grab my ass, and he hoists me up, pulling me against him and pinning me to the tree. I feel my breath coming out in irregular pants. His cock presses against my center. Lust flares inside of me now that I’ve had a taste of him. I want more.

My hands roam his body, but his tunic is blocking my access to his naked skin. I groan in frustration. “I want to touch you.”

He just smirks and slides his tail under the hem of my tunic, moving up until it connects with my naked skin. “Like this?” he teases.

I moan and arch into him. “Yes, like that.” I reach for his tunic with a huff.

He easily distracts me by replacing his tail with his hand, moving up until it spans my ribcage and rests just under my breast.

“Marra,” he says. Breathing hard. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes!” I groan. I don’t only want his touch; I need his touch. He wastes no time, immediately stroking the soft intimate flesh of my breast.

“You are so soft, my mate,” he murmurs. His forehead resting against mine, his lips hovering just above my mouth.

“Kiss me!” With a grin, he obeys. Hunger and need drive this kiss, his lips firm on mine, and immediately, I open for him, just like before in the bedroom. The kiss turns wild when our tongues touch, finding our rhythm with this sensation that is so new to both of us.

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