Page 85 of Upon Buried Embers
I huff before I can stop it, and he raises an eyebrow at me, his lips twitching a little.
“Are you frustrated with me, Elf?” His tone is layered with amusement.
“A little,” I breathe. “You tell me not to trust you, but trust what you say.”
“Contradicting isn’t it? But I’m a Dragonbond, I took you asmyclaim of The Pit, you’re inmyclan. I take care of what’smine. So you can trust that for now.”
“Even as I’m dragged behind a horse?”
“Yes,” he says without hesitation. “You’re not exempt from my rules, my punishments, or the way we live our life as a clan.”
I make sure my breasts are covered with one arm and I grab the cloth that’s floating in the water. I feel a twitch behind me as I rest on his stomach, and I try not to think about what that was.
“I…I don’t know why Serah did that. I would never purposely cause her harm.” The guilt is strong when I think about the wound on her leg too.
“I know.”
“You do?” I ask surprised, my eyes flying to him.
Dark ones pierce mine, a sheen of purple catching the glow from the flickering torch light.
“She likes you.”
“And that’s enough for you to believe me?”
“Yes.” He looks between my eyes before nodding to the cloth. “Wash yourself and then me.”
“I… like this?”
“Exactly like this.”
I look down and squirm a little, causing him to groan and his hands squeeze my hips. His hands don’t feel like Karag’s did, or Master’s and his… friends. Even with the pressure in his grip, his large hands don’t feel like a threat right now. It’s causing a fluttering in my stomach I’m not used to.
He passes me a bar of soap, and the smell of roses hits my senses, calming me. I bring it to my nose. My eyes shutting briefly at the floral scent. A pleased rumble comes from him.
With having to dress and undress in front of Rohan since he took me, I’m used to being naked near him, but on his lap is a new thing. Then I remember the last bath and the hardness that is now resting beneath me, and I can’t help but squirm a little at the unfamiliarity of it.
“I suggest you keep still, Elf, or we will find out just how much we can discover right now.” The water seems to get warmer with his words, and I begin to wash myself, feeling his gaze upon my skin.
I start with my arms, the suds soon covering them before I move to my chest, cleaning beneath my arm that’s covering me. Rohan’s eyes bore into the movement, a tic in his jaw. When I get to my ribs and to just below my navel, I stall, biting my lip.
“Keep going,” Rohan says, his voice gruff, deeper, and his chest rises and falls rapidly.
I move the cloth down, washing between my thighs, my legs twitching with the contact and a breath of air escapes my lips.
Rohan groans, shifting beneath me a little and I feel the hardness of his cock more firmly. I shift without thought, rubbing myself on his stomach and I accidentally moan, before freezing.
I… that sound has never come from me before.
I peek up at Rohan, my cheeks heating. His eyes are like molten lava as he looks down between my thighs. I quickly wash my legs, then move to Rohan’s arms to wash him.
What am I doing?
When I get to Rohan’s chest, he finally speaks, his voice darker, full of heat.
“One day, Little Whisperer,” he growls, fingers digging into me. “It won’t be a cloth between your thighs, it will be me.” I shiver, my stomach swooping as he pulls me closer, my center rubbing harder against him and he guides my head to his neck. He bands an arm around my waist while the other reaches behind me.
My side is jostled a little with his movement, and it takes a moment for me to realize what he’s doing. When he groans, his other hand moves down to squeeze my thigh.
