Page 16 of Captured By Her Mates

Lily widens her eyes, curiosity glinting in her gaze. “Painting? That’s unexpected.”

A soft chuckle escapes my lips. “Yeah, I guess it is. But ever since I was a kid, it’s been one of those things that really relaxed me, no matter what’s happening around me.”

She studies me for a moment, her lips curling into a gentle smile. “I can imagine that. Painting can be pretty therapeutic. I’m no good at it, but it is something I enjoy. Have you been painting much recently? I would love to see what you can do.”

I feel like she’s saying that not because she’s trying to win me around so that she can escape, but because she actually cares. If only I had something to show her.

“Not exactly…” I hesitate, “…since I left the military and ended up here with Ryker, things have been... different. I haven’t had the time to paint as much as I would have liked.”

Lily’s brow furrows in understanding. “Different how?”

“With what we have going on here.” I make a sweeping gesture with my hands. “It keeps us very busy, you know? Not much time to put paint to paper.”

“Well that’s a real shame. I would love to see what you can do.”

Her words send a spark of warmth through my chest, a flicker of hope that perhaps my passion for painting isn’t entirely lost amidst the challenges of our new reality. The thought of sharing my art with someone, of letting them glimpse the world that exists within my mind’s eye, is both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

“Yeah, well, maybe things will change. Maybe I will have the time at some point.”

She reaches out for the shampoo and squeezes a little out in to her hand.

“Mind if I help?” I offer, my voice gentle as I take the bottle from her.

Lily turns her head to look at me, a surprised smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Oh, I didn’t expect that. Sure, if you don’t mind.”

She’s not the only one shocked. I don’t know why I’m doing this either, but I’ve started now, I can’t stop. I move closer, kneeling beside her as I dip my hands into the basin filled with water. With careful strokes, I begin to wet her hair, the strands darkening as they absorb the moisture. The sensation of the cool water against her scalp seems to relax her, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

For a while, there’s nothing but the sound of water trickling and our quiet breathing. The intimacy of the moment is unexpected, but it makes my heart sing.

“Thank you,” Lily murmurs, her eyes closed as she leans into the sensation. “This is strangely comforting. I don’t think I’ve ever had my hair washed before. Not that I can recall.”

I rinse the soap from her hair, the water cascading down in rivulets. Lily opens her eyes, and the gratitude that shimmers within us speaks volumes. It’s as if we’ve exchanged more than just water and soap; we’ve shared a connection that transcended words.

“You know, you could washmorethan just my hair,” she declares, with a cheeky glint in her now open eyes. “The rest of me needs washing as well. And you did say that you’d bathe me.”

Is she joking? I can’t tell if she’s joking or not, which makes me very nervous. Hesitantly, I slide my hands down to her shoulders, and she doesn’t flinch, which I guess means she really does want this. Especially because she’s moaning like she actually really likes this.

“You have the best hands,” she murmurs, delight dripping off her tongue. “Seriously.”

Am I really doing this? I guess I am. My hands travel down even further, despite the way my heart is absolutely hammering against my rib cage. The feel of her soaking wet skin under my fingers is absolutely electric. Especially because her eyes are fixed firmly on mine the entire time. My touch might be light, but the way her body starts writhing under the water lets me know that she’s flaming with desire, possibly even more so than me.

Ryker likes her, I have to remind myself as my head starts to spin and I lose control.Plus she’s our hostage. Alistair’s daughter. I can’t… I can’t even think about this…

But yet I also can’t stop. My hands are edging lower down her body, watching as her back arches and she guides my hands to where I really want to touch her.

I don’t know how it happens, not really, I guess I really have lost control of myself. My eager fingers find their way between her thighs until I’m stroking her bare skin, witnessing her squirm with pleasure. That hooded deep desire in her gaze is almost too much for me to handle.

“Do you like that?” I whisper, my voice dark and husky.

“Yes,” she murmurs, her voice trembling with excitement. Her voice catches in her throat as I tease her entrance, finding my way to her most hyper-sensitive nub. My thumb brushes against her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches her back, crying out as the pressure builds inside her. My heart feels like it might erupt out of my chest.

I have never seen such a beautiful sight as Lily like this, submissive to my touch, her eyes closed tightly as she rides out the sensation. She’s wild and animalistic as she blooms and sets free, allowing a side of herself to erupt that she seems to be very inexperienced with. Fuck, I’m hardening against my trousers, threatening to explode.

We’ve crossed a line here. One that there’s no coming back from. I’m supposed to be bathing her, not sending her to dizzying new heights of pleasure. How the hell did we even get all caught up in this? As Lily sinks down into the glorious post orgasmic bliss, I know the reality of this hasn’t hit her yet. But it will. I need to back away before it does.

Oh God, does she have to be so beautiful? She’s making my heart hurt.

As the minutes tick by while Lily relaxes, the realization settles in: soon, I’ll have to take her back to the reality she desperately wants to escape. The memory of the chains that bind her to this place cut deep into my conscience. All I want to do is send her away.

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