The oddest sensation followed, as something more primal—at least, something she couldn’t describe its origins—wanted her to secure Ronan as hers. He would make a good pairing for her, would protect her family, and would be someone she’d trust to establish a family and lineage with.
The door opened again, and a human servant entered with a small tray of two wooden cups, their sandals scuffling on the stone floor. The human placed it down, bowed his head, and left as soon as he came.
She grabbed one of the cups and examined the gray liquid before taking a sip, scrunching her nose. "Do shifters lack ideas on how to flavor food?" she asked. "This is very gross."
He chuckled, then drank all of his in one breath, the muscles in his throat moving. "You'll want to drink it all."
She took in a deep breath and downed what she could, shivering from the unpleasant taste before she smacked her empty cup on the stone.
"What is in it?" she asked with a frown.
"Some herbs that are hard to grow, bone of creatures hard to find, something from the ocean, and the root of a flower that grows best in the wild. It's a complex concoction. Disgusting but powerful."
"It is nice you have it. You receive good medicine."
His eyes rolled to look at her. "Which is why I don't like to take them. That's how leaders grow soft, like Enola and Calder, or my uncle." He motioned for her to come over with just a simple wave of his fingers. "I want to see the tattoo. I've never seen silver ink."
She grinned, pulling her wet hair over her shoulder, and rose from the water. She made sure he glimpsed her breasts before revealing the ink on her back. She smiled when her back was to him, seeing the way his gaze latched to her figure with a bewitching depth… Like at any moment, he’d have her.
I don’t know who this person is that I am becoming, but I like it.
She could feel him near her, and then he touched her back with his rough hands, sending a thrill under her skin. He spoke, his raspy voice like ecstasy with how it revved her need for him. "I like the silver. It doesn’t hurt for me to touch it."
She thought of his tattoos and how they were smaller and thinner, some at the base of his neck and trailing down his arms. Rem turned to face him, sinking back into the warm water as she looked over the tattoos running down his arms.
"Can I get more?” she questioned.
He didn’t smile, but his eyes changed their tone with an amused curiosity, like he found her decisions to be fascinating. "You get them when you've entered your adult lifeandwhenyou pass the qualifications, as they all mean something different. Certain Clans and packs have their own markings."
She tried to think of what else she could get, but the more she looked into his eyes, the more her head swam with desire. That massive, strong body of his tempted her beyond reason. She noticed that her aches eased, compared to moments ago. Whatever he gave her had worked. "I see why you ask for that drink now."
"Feeling better?"
"I am."
"We don't always use it, but there's no point in ruining the pleasure, if you don't need to,” he said, his hot gaze searing through any modesty.
A knowing pause thickened the tension between them. She breathed heavily, her gaze trailing his face and hair, then to the scar along his jaw. His expression hardened, his desire becoming clearer with each breath that he took.
She happily neared him, the steam between them disappearing as there was nowhere left for it to rise. This time, he was the one to reach for her, his hand gripping her hip as he kissed her… Hard. The hand that gripped hip slid around her back.
Within seconds, they were intertwined in each other. A deep ache was now nothing more than a negligible inconvenience.
The passion was stronger, their kisses hungry, their noses pressed against their cheeks. Their tongues rubbed the other's as he roamed a hand down, helping her onto his lap. She moaned into his mouth when his cock pressed against her navel, nothing between them.
The thought that he had been this erect the whole time inspired a heady moan from her.
He fisted her hair at the nape of her neck in response to her sounds, groaning into the kiss himself. A nearly numbing pleasure erupted in both her chest and groin when he pulled her hips closer to his, so close that it was impossible for him to enter her. Instead, his cock pressed against his stomach, her sensitive core on the other side, and Ronan slowly moved her against him with his firm grip on her hip, sliding the base of his erection through her folds to stimulate the other.
She nearly bit his lip out of excitement as she had never roused herself like this before. Exploring new pleasures with Ronan drowned her mind in a delightful delirium, the moment nestling deep in her heart, his protection soothing her.
She took over the undulating of her hips, the water moving in small waves. Their kissing was full of groans, wet tongues, and long moans. Her breasts grazed his firm, sheen chest, her hands on either shoulder for stability. The hand that fisted her hair roamed free, easing the pressure whenever he touched a wound of hers. The sensation of his rough, powerful hand trailing her body—like he was memorizing every inch of her—sent a fluttering in her groin, rocking harder into him. He broke from the kiss, only to press his lips hard into her neck, breathing in her scent while she continued to grind herself against his cock. He seemed to be working for her moans, as whenever she'd let one escape, he'd growl into her flesh and possessively pull her closer.
She spread her legs further, showing him what she wanted. Rem had sexoncebefore, back when she and Hugo were trying to work quickly and quietly. She wasn’t sure how to behavehere, with an experienced male. Did he lead? Did she?
“I want you to fill me,” she exhaled, her desire speaking for her. “I want you.”
He slowly pulled back, a raw, dark craving in his eyes. "Oh, I will," he growled. “Every inch that you can give… until you smell of nothing but me.”
