Page 49 of Feral Guardian
I’m so muddled, the heat in my veins is nearly euphoric. I reach into myself to feel my magic and sense a tiny flicker of power. “I’m quite low. Not sure what I could manage. Maybe after a meal I’ll be better off.”
“I’ll dig up the beast and make use of it,” he says, glancing at me over his shoulder. “Look away, princess. I’m getting out.”
“Oh, yes.” I cover my eyes with my hand.
The water sloshes off him and rocks against me as he steps out. I wish my fingers would just accidentally part a little bit. But no, he doesn’t want me to look at him and I mustn’t. It would be wrong to do that to him.
My fingers stay closed as I hear him shake off, then dress.
“Stay here,” he says.
I pull my hand down. “I thought we were supposed to stick together.”
“The springs will help rejuvenate your magic, so you should stay. The threat of another beast is low, as we discussed, and I will be swift,” he says.
“Fine by me,” I say, relaxing deeper into the water.
He glares. “Promise you’ll stay.”
“Yes, sir. I will, sir,” I grouse.
His cheeks burn with color, and he grunts in confirmation before he quickly departs with Kor’Tar. My core aches with need as I watch him go. The bear is maybe three minutes away on horseback. Digging it up will take some time. Will he skin it and cut it up there? No, he’d bring it back. He doesn’t want to be away from me for too long.
Fifteen minutes. I can do this in fifteen minutes.
Once he disappears between the trees, my hand disappears between my legs. My fingers play between my folds until I find the spot that makes me sigh. I massage it gently, letting my senses open to the pleasure. I recall Alastair’s tight muscles, envisioning his body pressing against mine from behind.
“What do you want me to do to you, princess?”he asks in my fantasy.
“Touch me,” I whisper.
His hand covers my breast and I mimic his movement on my body. He kneads my breast and teases my nipple, turning it to a stiff peak. I relax farther against the stones, my hand moving with increasing speed and pressure.
“Do you want me, princess?”he asks, fisting his cock against my back.
“Yes,” I groan.
He grips the back of my head and pushes me forward, over the edge of the hot spring.
“Beg for it,”he whispers in my ear in a low timbre that sends goosebumps across my skin.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please fuck me, Alastair.”
The crown of his thick, powerful cock presses against me as my fingers move farther south. They’re nothing like I know he would be, but the stretching sensation against the walls of my opening feels good. I moan as he pushes into me with a slow thrust. His eyes gleam red and his grip tightens in my hair.
“You’re everything to me, Lily,”he whispers, just as he’s done a thousand times.
“You’re all that I want,” I whimper as the ecstasy coils deeper in my belly.
I know the end is close, but I don’t want to rush. I need to play out this fantasy a little longer, but I don’t want to stop, either.
Completely opposite of my desires, Alastair’s speed increases in my mind. My hand follows him, and soon, the tight pressure is releasing from my body. I cry out and my back arches against the stone.
When I’ve come down, I sit up and scan the trees, suddenly feeling very aware of how loud I’ve been. Wind rustles the branches of the trees and birds chirp happily in the late afternoon.
I should be fine for another go…
Chapter fifteen
