The Golden Dynasty
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I got what he wanted. “Breast,” I told him on a whisper.
“Fantastic,” he whispered back and my belly dipped.
His thumb slid gently over my nipple and I pressed my lips together at the sensation that caused then breathed, “Nipple.”
I watched his eyelids lower slightly and damn, it was sexy.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured and my belly warmed.
His hand released my breast and glided down, his fingers curled in so when he stroked my belly, he did it using the backs of them.
“Belly,” I said softly.
“Mm,” he mumbled and that rough sound glided through me like a soft touch.
His hand moved down between my legs and he filled me with a finger.
I said no words because I couldn’t. My lips had parted and I’d pulled in a soft breath as my h*ps twitched.
“Sweet,” he whispered and my body melted into his.
“Shahsha, kah Lahn,” I breathed.
His finger slid out and he rolled it once, hard against my clit. I gasped softly again then it slid back down and filled me.
“My Circe is sweet,” he told me and my hand went from his back to wrap around the side of his neck.
“Lahn,” I whispered and his thumb went to my cl*t as his finger moved in and out. “Yes,” I breathed.
“Oh yes, baby,” he corrected, his thumb pressing deeper, I vaguely realized my king really paid attention but mostly I was concentrating on what his fingers were doing and the fact that my h*ps were jerking.
“Oh yes,” I agreed, ducked my head down and shoved my face in his throat as my h*ps moved to ride his hand.
He added another finger and I tipped my head back to run my tongue along his throat.
He kept at me and I kept riding his fingers until he suddenly turned me so my back was to his front, he shifted my h*ps with his big hands, then he drove his c**k inside. His arms moved around me, his finger going to my clit, his other hand cupping my breast to tug at a nipple as he stroked deep.
My head reared back and my body bucked.
“Oh yeah, baby, that’s better,” I breathed.
“Yes,” he grunted, “better, kah Circe.”
“Fuck me, Lahn,” I begged and I guessed that was sort of universal because he added hard to the deep. “Yes.”
I felt him shove his face in my neck and his tongue touched there as his thrusts drove even deeper and started to go faster.
Then I covered both of his hands with my own, my neck arched way back, pressing against his shoulder, my lips parted and I moaned a long, silent moan as I cl**axed a long, really f**king great cl**ax.
A few minutes later, Lahn’s forceful, rough groan wasn’t even close to silent.
He stayed planted deep for a long time, his hands cupping me in two places, my hands covering his and my breath evened out as I listened to his do the same.
Then he gently slid out but the minute I lost his cock, his long finger slid back in and his mouth came to my ear.
“My Circe is sweet,” he growled then his teeth nipped my ear.
I smiled into the candlelight.
His head settled to the pillows and I pressed back into him as deep as I could go, my hands still over his where they claimed me.
And about two seconds later I fell asleep in the same position, claimed, in more ways than one, by my king.
Chapter Thirteen
We Didn’t Do All That Badly
I wrapped the wide, absorbent cloth around Lahn’s h*ps after having dried him. I secured it then, with my hands at his hips, I looked up into his eyes.
“You’re done, baby,” I whispered.
I’d used buckets of warm water and soap that the girls had provided to bathe Lahn while he stood in our tent. He was a mountain of a man so there was a lot of him – a lot of skin, a lot of muscle, a lot of everything and all of it was good but it was even better wet, slick and soapy. The rugs on the ground were a sopping wet, soapy mess. But the bath was seriously fun.
His eyes dropped to my chest and one of his hands went to my waist as his other hand cupped my breast and I looked down to see my apple green nightgown was soaking wet, my ni**les were hard and nothing was left to the imagination.
“Not done,” he growled, my head tipped back just as his thumb slid over my nipple, my knees buckled and it was good Lahn was as fast as he was big because his hands caught me at the waist before my legs could go out, he lifted me up, they wrapped around his hips, my arms around his shoulders and he took two long strides to the bed where he took us both down.
Then his hand slid down then up again, inside my nightgown as his lips trailed my neck.
Oh yeah, bath time was going to be fun.
* * * * *
It was late afternoon and Diandra and I were headed to Narinda’s. Seerim had given the all clear for the visit and I was anxious to see her to check how she was doing.
But I had something on my mind.
“Um, Diandra?” I called; she patted my hand in the crook of her arm and looked at me.
“Yes, Circe?”
“Does, um… Seerim, uh… kiss you?”
Her brows drew together. “Kiss me?”
“Don’t you have that word? Uh –”
“We have that word, of course we do, my dear. And yes, of course Seerim kisses me.”
I looked away and felt my stomach clench.
Lahn had yet to kiss me. It was weird and this had lasted so long now I was afraid of kissing him.
“Ah…” Diandra murmured on a squeeze of my hand.
I looked back at her to see she was smiling. “What?”
“The Xacto,” she started, I braced when I heard that word and she went on, “do many things for our warriors. They teach the young ones much. But they are not allowed to touch mouth to mouth.”
“What?” I asked and she turned her eyes to me.
“They aren’t allowed to kiss the warriors.”
I felt my brows lift. “Why not?”
She got close to me and her voice lowered. “Because their mouths have been many places, my dear.”
Uh… gross.
I looked forward again and mumbled, “Other parts of them have too and by your account they don’t avoid those.”
She chuckled then explained, “Yes, this is true and those places are private and special to those of us lucky enough to keep them so. But the mouth is close to the eyes and the eyes the Korwahk believe are portals to the spirit inside. They believe, if you open these portals to the wrong people, they can steal your spirit, cripple you, render you useless, lame. A warrior does not want that.”
Portals to the spirit. Windows to the soul. I’d heard that before and I figured they meant the same thing in a way.