Page 5 of Rix & Val
But not even twenty minutes later, we’re riding through a gate and parking in a designated spot. I’m surprised to see Vex’s bike already here. Dismounting, I wait for Rix. I inhale sharply, my eyebrows shooting up in surprise as I catch the faint scent of Suki.
Then all thoughts of Suki leave me as my male swings me up in his arms, burying his nose in my neck. Tilting it so he has better access, I’m gratified when he rumbles, “Love the way you smell,milseán. Can’t wait to bury my face in your delicious cunt and have you all over my face. I can smell your need from here.”
Embarrassment floods through me, and I tuck my head into his shoulder.
“Don’t hide from me,a ghrá, I love that you want me, and I promise you aren’t the only one. I’ve been hard since I saw you standing in the light against the tavern wall.”
Tilting my head back, I peek up at him to find him being serious. He jogs up the steps with me as if I weigh nothing and pushes open the door—right into a room that is full of strange males. Immediately, I tense in his arms as memories assail me, and I wonder if this is it. The moment my trust is broken yet again.
Rix tightens his grip on me and murmurs softly enough that only I can hear him, “It’s okay,milseán. I told you. You’re safe with me.”
He doesn’t stop except to nod to a few of the males that call out greetings before he stalks down a passage with doors on either side. He comes to a stop near the second one, unlocking it, and walks me inside. Only when we’re in the room does he put me down, slowly sliding me down his body so that I get to feel every inch of his hardness. He’s not hiding how much he wants me.
It’s a heady feeling for someone such as me. I’m both terrified and elated at the mere thought of going ahead with allowing this male access to my body.
And although I’m terrified of doing this, I also know that he’s the only male I’ll ever trust to take this next step with. There’s something about him that has me trusting him.
When my feet touch the floor, I gather my courage and my leather tunic in my hands and ease it off my body and over my head. Rix lets out a hoarse moan, and when I look up through my lashes, he’s biting one of his fists, his eyes on my breasts. They aren’t the biggest, barely more than a handful. When all I see is heat, lust, and tenderness in his gaze, it gives me the courage to untie my boots and step out of them before I push my trousers down and off my hips. Stepping out of them as soon as they are on the bedroom floor, and I’m then standing naked in front of my male.
“Fecking hell,milseán. You’re gorgeous.” Rix reaches out a finger and runs it around my nipple. It peeks and aches just from that small touch. Biting my lip, I hold back a whimper.
“I’m going to take such good care of you, baby. I know you’re scared, but I promise I’ll do everything I can to make this special for you,” Rix assures me. Picking me up, he lays me on the bed before stepping back and giving me the show of a lifetime as he strips out of his clothing, but not before hanging his leather cut on the back of the door.
And what a striptease it is. For the first time, I am looking forward to sex. Who wouldn’t? This male has shown me more care in the last few hours than any other being, except my sisters and Raz and Luc.
Pushing away the small bit of pain that flashes through me at the thought of the boys. Instead, I opt to focus on the male stalking towards me, cocks… to all that’s holy… he’s got cocks.
Rising on my elbows to get a better look. Yes, cocks for sure.
Gulping, I wonder how this is going to work. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I know the basics and, of course, I’ve got the right number of holes for both cocks to fill. Whereas I was ready before and brave enough to go through with this. Now… I’m not so sure.
RIX
Val’s staring at my cocks with a look of abject terror on her face. Not the emotion that I was hoping for. And if I could control my second cock and tuck it away, I would. Unfortunately, I can’t. Not when it comes to my mate.
I know that my mate has been abused, and the look on her face only cements that fact. If I could, I’d go find someone or something to pound on to get rid of the anger. I hate that she’s been abused. But I won’t do that. At least not yet. First, I need to show her she has nothing to fear from me.
Sinking to my knees at the foot of our bed, putting me lower than her. I can be patient. For her, I’ll be patient until the end of time if it means that she’s no longer terrified.
Keeping my voice low, I whisper her name, “Val.” She lifts her gorgeous eyes to mine and yes, she’s scared, but she’s not completely in her head. Resting my hand on the bed by her foot, I tell her, “I’m going to touch you,agrá. If I do something you don’t like, you only have to tell me.”
She bites her lip, but her eyes don’t leave mine as she nods. I need more from her, though, if we’re going to do this.
“Okay,milseán?” I push again.
“Okay,” she nods and takes a shaky breath.
Taking my time, I rest my hands on her shins and run my hands up them, never going farther than her knee before running themback down her legs to her feet. Taking one shapely foot in my hand, I press my thumbs to the centre. Her body relaxes, and she sighs as she sinks into the bed. After a few minutes, I move on to her next foot.
Never rushing, taking my time, she needs to get used to my touch and know that I’ll take care of her always. As tough as she is and the life she’s lived, I doubt very much that she’s been shown much softness. Slowly, inch by inch, I make my way up her legs, ignoring her pussy and the way it’s weeping with every touch that gets closer and closer to her centre. When I’m finished with her legs, I start on her hands. She shifts her legs restlessly, and I bite back a smile. I figure she’s expecting me to go straight for either her breasts or her cunt. I’ll get there eventually, but not just yet.
Taking my time, I work at the tight tendons in her hands, noting every nick and scar that marks them, finishing each one with a kiss to her palm.
Only when I’m done do I look up. She’s watching me, eyes wide with surprise and wonder.
Lowering her hands to the bed, I lean over her, resting my weight on my fists, ensuring that I’m giving her enough space to move if she feels the need to.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask.
