While it still made me nervous, it felt wrong not to offer to give him pleasure in return. When Verus pulled away, leaning his forehead against mine, I felt my voice shake as I asked him, “Can I do the same to you?”
He raised his eyebrows slowly. “You want to eat my ass?”
That… hadn’t been what I meant, but now I was a little curious. And I didn’t think it would hurt like the other thing might. I bit my lip, studying him. “Would you like it?”
A light dusting of pink overtook his cheeks, stunning me. He looked embarrassed to admit it, which was absolutely adorable.
“I do like it, but I wouldn’t ask you to do more than you’re comfortable with. You are still new, and I don’t want to rush you.”
My heart swelled a little, and I smiled shyly at him. “I’d like to try…”
He’d mentioned the noises I made earlier. I was too distracted by what he was doing to truly listen, but I wanted to see if I could bring noises from him as well. Verus sucked in a shaky breath like he was nervous, but the eagerness in his expression made me laugh. He took off his clothes, and I watched with greedy eyes as every beautiful inch of skin was exposed.
When he was bare, he looked down at me with heat and excitement in his eyes that made my stomach quicken and my cock twitch, despite the explosive finish just minutes before. A wicked grin flashed across his face again, and this time, when he climbed on top of me, straddling my chest and then leaning over to brace his arms on either side of my legs, he was facing the other way.
I honestly wasn’t expecting this part of him to be sexy, but it was. Getting to see the most intimate part of him, to touch him like he touched me. It took my breath away. I couldn’t help but run my hands over him, up his thighs and over his ass, touching every inch of him. When my thumb brushed over his hole, it contracted, and he groaned in response. I did it again, my stomach jumping when he rocked a little in a silent plea for more.
I wanted to give it to him. More than anything, I wanted to give him what he needed. With my hands on his hips, I pulled him backward and, ignoring the nerves fluttering in my belly, flicked my tongue over his hole.
Fourteen
When I thought of one day finding a tribute of my own, I never expected this. In our clan, we were raised with the idea of caring for our tributes. I thought only to bring Patrick pleasure. I would have been happy to only do this to him forever. But when he asked so sweetly, I couldn’t resist.
He was timid at first, using little flicks of his tongue that drove me insane with want. I kept that to myself, only letting the sounds of pleasure escape my lips. The more sounds I made, the more confident he grew, until he was licking my entrance like it was his favorite treat. I writhed under his ministrations, gasping and moaning, trying hard to keep myself away from his injured leg. When his tongue breached me, my mouth fell open and a louder groan escaped me as I rocked back for more.
My cock throbbed and jerked with the need for release. I wanted to beg him to use his fingers, to do more, but Patrick was still new to sex. I wanted to show him first before asking him to do more. Instead, I shifted my weight to one arm, using the other to stroke myself. It wouldn’t take long for me to come. His tongue was magic.
I heard and felt him moan, the vibrations against my hole making my eyes roll back. When I looked down, I saw his cock swell, and the thought of him enjoying this with me set me off. I came with a shout, covering his chest and stomach with my release. I stroked myself through it, shivering when he gave me one final long lick.
Careful not to hurt him, I climbed off and rolled onto my side. I was too far away from him, my head near his cock, but my body shook from the force of my climax, and I needed a moment before I returned to him.
“Verus…” His voice was a little tight, like he was nervous about something. Summoning enough energy, I shifted to my elbow so I could better see him.
“What is it?”
His freckled skin was pink, and he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, worrying it nervously. I sat up fully, tugging lightly on his chin to release the trapped flesh.
“What bothers you, my ravsol?”
My stomach sank for a moment. Did I push him too far? Was it too much? Did he only do it for me? Was it?—
“Do you… Do you like to be taken? Or do you like taking?”
The question confused me, and I frowned at him for a moment. His blush deepened and he gestured to me, or more specifically to my cock. Realization sank in and I sucked in a breath.
“Oh! I like both. Does this… bother you?”
There were some men in the clan who believed the one who took was stronger than the one taken. I didn’t believe that. It felt good both ways. Why would it make me weak just because I wanted both?
He shook his head quickly, nibbling on his lip again. “I’ve never done either… I’m curious…”
Relief and joy settled in my chest, and I shifted myself so that I was lying beside him, my face inches from his. Cupping his cheek, I kissed him softly. “We will try everything you wish to, ravsol. I’m happy to explore your preferences with you.”
His blush went down his neck and onto his chest, but he looked happy, and he kissed me back passionately when I reached for him again. I would need to talk to Orthorr soon about my intentions with Patrick. I wanted him as my bondmate. I just hoped my clan could accept that. I wasn’t sure if it had ever been done, to claim a bondmate who was not part of the clan or our life, as a brother or tribute. Patrick would be the first.
I keptPatrick with me for the rest of the day, mostly because he looked like he was in pain when he tried to go back to Yamileth to help. I’d needed her help to get him to rest, but he eventually agreed and I spent the rest of the night pampering him like he deserved.
Patrick woke up with me like he had each morning since he joined me in my tent and I smothered him in kisses until he was laughing. I brought him to the cooking tent after we washed up at the river. I saw his grimace of discomfort when he sat down—he was obviously in pain—but he liked working and wanted to give back to the clan as much as he could. Worried about him, I stuck close, sitting on the ground by his stool with a basket full of herbs Yamileth demanded I bundle for her so they could dry.
