“I think this might work out quite nicely,” he murmurs to himself.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Time for him and time for me. We can alternate it. We don’t always have to be with you together,” he answers.
Works for me, although I quite like having the two of them see to me and tell him so with a wicked smile.
“Mm,” he says, his gorgeous amber eyes going darker. “Especially together-together.”
A hot, happy flutter passes through me and I want to call Cole back here, but CK is shaking his head, tutting at me.
“No,” he says gently. “My time.”
He reinforces this with the sponge, stroking me in all sorts of delicious places. I sigh happily.
“I like being your wife,” I declare suddenly to his amusement.
“That warms my heart, my sweet. Care to tell me why exactly?” he asks.
“You treat me like a Queen,” I say, keeping my eyes closed.
“You are a Queen,” he reminds me.
“So I am, and I greatly appreciate your service.” I open one eye to see his reaction to that comment.
“I live to serve you,” he murmurs darkly and sucks on my toes, causing me to squirm closer to him. He drops his fangs and bites the instep of my foot and I let out a sharp yelp. I knew, even though he had stated his intentions of servitude, that I wouldn’t get away with a comment like that. I wiggle my toes at him in annoyance and he chuckles.
“You know,” he says conversationally, “that I am not going to let you go to him without leaving my mark on you.” He keeps his eyes on my foot as he slowly circles the sponge around my toes.
“Meaning?” I ask him.
“Meaning, I am going to make love to you before you go and you will stay that way
until your return, or there will be severe consequences,” he states.
I shiver with delight at his possessiveness, but also at his threat. He takes my silence as non-compliance and adds, “I don’t trust him. I don’t trust you two together, over there. You will not consummate this union.”
“Who said I was going to?” I ask quietly, I’ll admit a little fearfully, after his admission of increased power.
He regards me with a look that says it all. He knows about our secret relationship. Sebastian told me he was supposed to break it off and that CK could never know we were still together, and I wholeheartedly agreed, the aftereffects of the Tower still fresh in my mind. I do the only thing I can and ignore him. He isn’t getting an admission out of me so he can go all cave man when I was enjoying this soak. I crawl forward and kiss his stern mouth.
“You said something about making love?” I ask and he accepts that I won’t admit anything, and he kisses me back. But he knows and now he knows I know he knows. I reach for him, but he stands up and steps out of the bath. He helps me up, wraps a towel around me and carries me into the bedroom. I expect to be placed gently on the bed and get a mild shock when he places me on my feet and turns me around, whipping the towel off me and bending me over. He is inside me with a swift stroke and my indignation flares up. Less making love, more fucking then by the looks of it. It takes me all of two seconds to forget that, though, when he brings his fingers around to play with me. He sees to my satisfaction and then comes inside of me quickly. At least it wasn’t a completely selfish fuck, I think, as he hauls me upright by my hair. He cups me, soaking his palm with our juices, and he squeezes me gently. Removing his hand, he turns me around and slices a deep gash across his damp palm. I watch him curiously as he places his hand to my chest and starts muttering some words in the ancient Celtic language.
Fuck, he’s casting a spell on me.
I reach up for his wrist to pull his hand away from me, but an electric shock sparks my fingers and I pull back with my hair standing on end. What the Hell is he doing to me? I can only stand there and watch the trace of his hand down in between my breasts, down my stomach, leaving a bloody trail in his wake before he stills at the top of my mound. He takes his hand away and wipes it on the towel before he wraps it around his hips and crosses over to the closets.
“What did you do to me?” I ask angrily, standing there covered in his blood and semen.
“I cast a spell,” he says.
“Obviously,” I say and turn to glare at his back with my hands on my hips.
He is rifling through the clothes and comes out with a deep green gown, which he holds up for inspection. The gown apparently meets his impeccable standards and he walks back over to me as if nothing had ever happened. He lays it out on the bed and then takes my face in his hands. “I told you I don’t trust him or the two of you together and, Aefre, I don’t trust you. I have ensured that he will not be able to make any sexual advances on you. In fact, no male can. Except me,” he says, and he kisses me deeply to prove it. He turns and picks up the gown, holding it out for me to step into. I do because I can’t show him my anger. It will only fan the flame he has already got burning brightly, because yeah, I was going to consummate our union. I was going to consummate the Hell out of our union, many times, like a wild beast. But now my thoughts go past Sebastian.
“How can I trust you to take this off me when I get home?” I ask him, worried that Cole may never be able to touch me again. He pulls the dress up over my hips and I slide my arms into it while I wait for his answer. He turns me around and starts to do up the laces before he says, “I am your husband. If you can’t trust me, who can you trust?”
“Shouldn’t the same be said about your wife?” I ask archly.