Missy Jane - Born of Stone

“My precious lady, you have nothing to apologize for. I assure you, I enjoyed that as much as you did. If not more.”

True confusion spread across her face. “How?”

He turned to sit on the shelf so he could hold her in his lap. She sat up so she was nearly eye-to-eye with him. She couldn’t possibly have missed his erection pressing into her hip, though she ignored it.

“Have you never had a man pleasure you before?” he asked.

She chewed her lip again and shrugged. “Not really. I mean…I’ve been with a man before. Er, two men…but it was nothing like that.”

He growled once more, the sound unbidden while anger over another man touching her went through him. He didn’t even question the emotion. Like his kin, once he decided he wanted a woman, he wanted her all for himself. True, it didn’t happen often and he usually lost interest quickly. But there was just something about this little human that intrigued him. He honestly couldn’t imagine losing interest quickly this time.

“Ma—er…Orestes?”

He took a deep breath and released it slowly, holding her gaze. She didn’t look away but a shiver went through her frame.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

She shook her head even as he wrapped his arms more securely around her. “No.”

Pure joy filled him when she didn’t attempt to pull away. She was now firmly against his chest, his hard cock pressing into her soft body. He growled again at the sensation and couldn’t help rocking against her slightly. A light blush reddened her cheeks and she dropped her gaze to his chest.

“Do you need me to…um…take care of that?”

His thick eyebrows shot up and she thought she would die of humiliation on the spot. Did he have to seem so surprised by every word out of her mouth? It made her feel like a child.

“Take care of it?” he asked. “And how would you do so?”

Could she die from all the blood in her body rushing to her face? If so, it would surely happen very soon. All she could so was shrug and chew on her lip again. Soon it would be a raw sore.

“I’m not certain, sir. I mean…the others just…they put it inside me and then were done.”

He chuckled but it didn’t sound nearly as amused as his earlier laughing. She dared a glance at his face and found him frowning.

“Did they?” he asked. “Did you enjoy that?”

“No, sir. Not at all. I was just happy when they finished so quickly.”

Did he just growl again? The first time the deep rumbling had sounded from his chest, she had frozen in fear. She was growing used to it, but certainly didn’t understand it.

“I assure you, Astrid, I have no plans to finish quickly. And you will enjoy every second of my touch.”

He stood then as if the conversation was over. She didn’t understand any of this but remained silent while he moved beneath the slow waterfall. The warm spray washed over them and he dropped her legs so he was holding her flush to his body. She threw her arms around his neck in fear he might let her slip from his grasp. Here the pool was deep enough to reach his shoulders. She would surely drown if he released her.

“Fear not. I won’t drop you,” he whispered.

His warm breath against her ear sent a shiver down her spine and she tightened her grip. Once they had sufficiently rinsed, he cradled her to his chest again and walked to a set of stairs on one end of the pool. Then he walked out of the water and set her on her feet. He wrapped a towel around her shoulders and another around his waist before grabbing his weapons in one hand and pulling her from the room with the other.

“What about my clothes?” she asked while they walked the short distance to his room.

“You’ll never wear such rags again.”

Orestes hoped he didn’t sound too possessive, but from this moment forward she would be covered in silks. Or perhaps satin? Maybe even lace and velvet when he could get it. Unfortunately, most of the finer fabrics weren’t made in Halstrid, but he knew where and how to get them. Being a Master definitely had its perks.

She said nothing else when they entered his room. He closed and locked the door before leading her to a table near his wardrobe. It held a small towel, an empty bowl and a clear flask filled with blue liquid. He set down his weapons and grabbed the flask. He pulled the stopper and turned to face her.

“You will take some of this in your mouth and swish it over your teeth. Then spit all of it out into the bowl.”

He demonstrated before grabbing the towel to wipe his lips. When he held out the flask, she simply frowned at it.

“Why? What is that?”

“A potion to cleanse your mouth. It will keep your teeth healthy and in your head.”

Her frown cleared and she took the flask, though she still looked skeptical. She sniffed it then did as he asked and spit the potion out daintily. He wiped her mouth with the towel.

“It tingles a bit on my tongue.”

“Yes, but it feels better too, doesn’t it? Fresher.”

“Yes, like a tea I once had.”

“Mint.”

“It was an herb.”

“Indeed.”

He was nearly at the end of his patience, knowing she was bare beneath the towel. He motioned to his bed with one hand. Luckily, he’d left the fire burning earlier so they could see but there was a chill in the room now. He saw her shudder as she walked to his bed. He grasped her hips and lifted her onto it before turning to the fireplace.

“Crawl beneath the blankets while I add logs to the fire. The room warms quickly.”

He attended his duties with half a mind, the rest of his attention zeroed in on the sound of her movements. He imagined the cool sheets sliding across her pale skin, her thick hair scenting his pillow. It was enough to have him burning his finger.

“Shite.”

He shook out his hand while the flame grew before him.

“Are you all right?”

Her soft voice sounded from his bed and he closed his eyes to calm his ardor. “Yes. A bit too close to the flame with one finger.”

“Oh.”

Before he realized what she intended, she was by his side. He stared in awe as she crouched beside his kneeling form and gently grasped his hand. It looked so huge between her much smaller palms. He almost couldn’t imagine touching her. Had he really pleasured her with these rough, massive fingers? It was a miracle he hadn’t hurt her.

She turned his hand over and inspected each finger until finding the one with a slight red mark at the tip. Then she brought it to her mouth and placed a light kiss on the sore. He nearly came on the spot. The erection that had lessened in the past few minutes sprang to immediate and pulsing life. He growled and pulled her into his arms.

“You would kiss away my pain?” he asked.

She gasped but didn’t fight his hold. “Yes.”

Her pink lips caught his eye and he could no longer ignore the siren’s call.

Astrid had never been kissed. Not really. Certainly not like this. When she had been much younger, her first kiss had come from a boy in her village. Their mothers had been friends for a while. But that was the last time anyone had touched her lips in a kiss. This was so much more. It was a claiming and she wasn’t fool enough to deny it. The wonder of a Master wanting to claim one such as her was quickly forgotten while she lost herself in his kiss.

He was gentle at first, though his hunger was unmistakable. His arms were strong as ever, like brick encasing her shoulders. Rather than intimidating, they made her feel safe. She relaxed into his hold. His lips moved against hers slowly, coaxing her into a deeper kiss. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than his warm tongue slid against the seam of her lips. She gasped and he took it as an invitation to invade her mouth.