Page 46 of Trapped to Tame
‘You should clean that wound on your arm before it closes on the outside,’ he said, turning away and gathering his clothes.
Eve sprang from the bed in her nervousness and, taking advantage of Priest’s turned back, she practically ripped her clothes from her. She darted to the bath, clamoring into it, and sitting down hard, making the water slosh onto the floor.
It was miraculously still hot, and completely clean though Priest had already washed himself in it. This place was full of magick.
After scrubbing the dirt from herself, she leant back, resting her head on the side, and dozing.
‘Don't fall asleep in the water, female. Don’t want you drowning,’ came Priest’s sardonic voice, cutting through her relaxation and she rolled her eyes at him though she noticed he was dressed in only his breeches now and quickly looked away from the sight of his toned, muscled torso.
‘If I was foolish enough to drown in my own bath,’ she said, ‘I deserve to die.’
But she did get out, waiting until he was turned away again. The water ran down her body as she wrung out her hair. She looked over her shoulder and caught sight of Priest staring. Though she wanted to cover herself, she resisted and instead smirked at him.
‘Like what you see, male?’ She echoed his earlier question to her and almost laughed when his cheeks tinged pink.
She grabbed a larger drying sheet that was folded on a small table by the bath and wrapped herself in it, finding that she couldn’t look at him again, her bravado having vanished. She wanted to sleep, but it was not to be.
‘Sit down,’ Priest ordered her.
She winced as he probed the wound.
‘Infection’s setting it,’ he murmured. ‘Must have been the talons.’
‘But you’re all right,’ she pointed out.
‘I’m a full-blood. Clearly this realm is no place for a halfling.’
She closed her eyes and ignored his words, not giving into his baiting. She heard him cross the room and open a cupboard. Inside were clean bandages and black vials. He brought one to her and held it out.
‘Drink this,’ he said, and she eyed it dubiously.
‘It will allow you to heal faster.’
She sighed and downed the brackish liquid in one, making a face. He then rubbed something that stung into her wound and wrapped it.
She tried to stand, but he pushed her back down. She frowned.
‘I’m tired,’ she said.
‘And you can sleep, female, when we’re finished.’
The tone of his voice made her pause, looking up as he stood over her.
‘Tell me,’ he said, leaning closer. ‘Did you pleasure yourself the other night at the inn while Drax lay in the other bed asleep?’
She gawked at him. ‘No!’
‘It’s nothing to be ashamed of, female,’ he said, looking quite entertained by her reaction.
‘B–but I didn’t! Drax …’
She went quiet and his eyes danced as they surveyed her.
‘Drax what? What did he do, Eve?’ Priest murmured, his large hands settling on her shoulders, kneading them gently and making her close her eyes with how wonderful his touch felt on her sore body.
‘I smelled you in the air,’ he went on. ‘As soon as I entered, I knew you’d come in that room not long before. So, what did Drax do to elicit such pleasure from our Fourth?’ His fingers trailed lower, pulling on the blanket she wore so it fell to her waist.
She instinctively tried to cover herself, but he tutted, drawing her to her feet and pulling the blanket away completely.
