Chapter 26
Lyra
PUSSY LEAKING ALL OVER CAIRN’S table, I lean forward and drag my tongue across his glistening head. Immediately, his cock throbs in my hands, and if he was about to say something else, to tell me to stop or that it’s time for me to go back to the castle or that we really shouldn’t be doing this, the words die on his tongue.
I stroke him slowly at first, alternating between swiping my thumbs and my tongue over his tip. The veins in his shaft are engorged with blood, and it looks so good that I drag my tongue along those as well, making him gasp for breath. I wish I could take all of him into my mouth, but when I try, I can only just barely get his head between my lips. With both hands still stroking him, I suck on him gently, swiping my tongue along the thick tissue on the underside of his tip.
Then Cairn’s hands are in my damp hair. He twists the curls into his fingers, and I can feel hisdesire to pump my head, to force himself deeper into my mouth, but he doesn’t. He just grips me, hands and knees shaking, his head tipped up toward the ceiling. When I glance up from between his thighs, I find the veins in his neck bulging, his every muscle coiled tight.
In my hands, his cock gets harder. He’s almost there.
My tongue finds his tip again, and he’s leaking so much precum that I have to keep lapping it away, making him groan with each pass of my tongue over his head. Wrapping my lips around his dick, I suck and lick and keep pumping my hands.
And finally, with a rumbling moan, he cums.
And it’s shocking, to say the least.
I try to catch it in my mouth, but I’m quickly overwhelmed, and I have to sit back, watching as ropes of cum spurt from his cock, covering my borrowed sweater and dripping onto my bare thighs. His hands are still in my hair, but after he drains everything he has onto my body, he softens his hold. When he looks down and meets my eyes, I make a very obvious show of swallowing the cum I’ve been holding in my mouth.
He growls, more beast than man.
And then both of us look at the sticky mess I—and the table—have become.
We’ll both require a good cleaning.
“Are you okay?” Cairn asks at long last. His cock is still hard but slowly losing its demanding firmness. His chest rises and falls as he breathes heavily, his nose ring catching the light from the fire in the sitting room.
“I’m more than okay,” I whisper. “That was...” Words evade me, so I just laugh.
This makes Cairn crack a small smile. “It was,” he agrees. One of his hands finds my face and cups my cheek. His thumb strokes my skin. “Your freckles are beautiful,” he says softly.
My lips pull up in a smile. “I didn’t used to think so.”
“But you do now?” His thumb continues to brush along my skin, as if he’s trying to remember every constellation on my face.
“I’m learning to,” I whisper.
His brown cheeks are flushed, and there’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead and shoulders. But his heavy breathing is slowing, and we both seem to have caught our breath.
“Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Instead of standing up, I hold my arms out to him and tip my head. “Carry me?”
His dark eyes flash with surprise, and then a smile curls across his bearded mouth. “Really?”
I continue to hold my arms out.
With a roll of his eyes, he stoops to wrap one arm under my knees and the other around my back. I let out a little squeal when he scoops me off the table. I feel weightless in his arms, as if I’m floating on clouds.
Curling myself into his firm warm chest, I allow myself to feel safe and secure and like nothing in my outside world is going wrong. And for a moment, Cairn helps me believe it might be true.
THE TUB IN CAIRN’S WASHROOM is huge—I suppose it has to be to fit a minotaur. But to me, it feels more like a swimming pool than a basic wooden bathtub.
Cairn brought water in from the well outside, and I used my fire magic to heat it until it was steaming like a hot spring. Now we lounge in the warm water together, Cairn leaning against one side with his legs stretched out, me leaning back against him, my head resting comfortably against his chest.
Tipping my head up as I lean back against him, I admire his horns and the way they catch the light from the candles I lit on the shelf beside the tub.
Cairn takes the bar of soap and works it along my body slowly. I close my eyes and breathe deep as he massages it into my shoulders, my breasts, down my abdomen to the place between my legs. When he touches me there, a pulse of desire goes through me, but my pussy is already sore from him fingering and stretching me.
