Page 57 of The Lands Defying
He loosens the tie on my leather pants and kneels to take off my boots and socks, all before gripping the sides of the leather and pulling them down my legs. I hold onto his shoulders as he helps take them off my feet before he pauses, his face inches away from my panties.
“Needy little wolf,” he murmurs. He leans forward, inhaling and placing a gentle kiss against me, causing me to tremble. He pulls his head back and smirks, pulling my panties down. Then, his hands grip my waist and he spins me suddenly. “Get in the water, little wolf.” He bites my ass and I yelp, giving him a glare over my shoulder as I walk towards the water.
I feel his eyes on me the whole time, caressing all that’s bare to him, and I don’t feel shy about it.
I lift my foot and test the water’s temperature. “It’s warm,” I say in awe, and move to enter fully.
“Hot water runs under the whole of The Drylands, warming any water above it. It comes from the pit.”
“The pit?” I ask.
He nods. “It has caves filled with lava networking through it far from here, and that heats up the water running through the mountains.”
“That’s amazing,” I groan as I lower myself into the water, feeling the heat loosen my muscles and warming my bones. A low growl has my head snapping Darius’ way, and I suck in a breath at the heat in his dilated eyes.
He’s removed his pants, standing in his naked glory of all muscles, markings—and dripping in power. I clench my thighs together, and he smirks.
He rummages through the pack while I turn around and take the tie out of my hair, letting it flow freely as I dip my head back to get it wet. Fingers are suddenly there, moving through the strands gently as I rise out of the water. I hear something being twisted open, and then the smell of wildflowers hits me.
Darius’s hands lather the soap we use to wash my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp in a way that makes me moan in approval.
This is something also unknown, this intimacy. We have fucked, he’s had his tongue in and all over my body, but this is something that’s so different, even from the last time he washed me in the bathtub.
“I can do it,” I murmur to him, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of being cared for.
“I like my hands on you, little wolf, no matter how it happens.” He presses closer to my back, running his soap-covered hands over my shoulders and dipping down the front, in between my breasts.
“Do you?”
He grunts. “Yes. It…calms me.”
“Or excites.” I huff out a laugh.
“Always with you, but that does not mean I have to act upon it.”
He nips at my neck and I turn suddenly, splashing him right in the face. I laugh at the astonishment on his face as I swim away from him, kicking my feet as fast as I can.
“You think that’s funny?”
I turn, hearing him coming for me again and splash some more. I laugh as he starts to splash me back, getting closer and closer and when he’s near, I jump up and shove his head under the water.
Giggling, I turn and swim back to where we were originally, and a hand grabs my ankles, causing me to squeal out.
“Come back here, little wolf,” Darius growls.
I turn, kicking out my leg to splash him again when Darius takes us both underwater. I push at him as he grabs my waist, letting me back up, only to dunk me again.
We play like this for a little while, splashing and seeing who can get who under the water. I know we are being too loud, but I don’t care when splashing Daruis is this much fun.
He backs me up against the side of the pool a while later, grabbing my hands as I laugh and try to splash him again. He turns me away from him on a chuckle, our breathing ragged as he inhales me at my neck.
I press into the hardness at my back, smiling at the soft groan he releases. He pinches my nipple in return, drawing a gasp from me as his lips touch my neck again, biting and licking my skin like he’s starving.
“You make me feel as mad as the Gods are said to be,” he tells me, biting down behind my ear. “I don’t think even a lifetime will be enough for me togeteverything I want from you.”
He pushes me forward, staying at my back as he moves me to the edge of the water, pressing a hand between my shoulder blades.
“And what’s that?” I pant.
