Page 35 of Einar (The Brigands of Ruk #2)
Chapter Thirty-Five
EINAR
Rolling to my side on the divan and trying to find a more comfortable position, I relish the taste of my mate on my tongue. It is the sweetest flavor I have ever experienced, and I cannot wait to pleasure her again. Our time spent in the hologram simulator could not have gone any better.
Rowan trusted me enough to let me give her pleasure, and then she held my hand all the way back to our quarters.
Surely , if I continue to triumph in little ways, my mate will come to care for me, just a little. Her diminutive form barely makes a lump in the vastness of my sleeping platform. Satisfaction runs rampant through me that my mate is safely ensconced in my quarters, away from prying eyes. She was deep in thought as we departed the holo room, so I did my best to distract her from her worries with idle conversation as we returned to our room.
Thankfully , the crate full of garments sitting in the middle of the floor provided a neutral topic of conversation, and her delight over having things to call her own was blatant. I talked her through how to use all the amenities the refreshing chamber has to offer before she politely, but firmly, kicked me out. The sounds of her enjoyment trickled through the door, and it made me wonder how long it has been since she had the opportunity to properly cleanse herself.
Noticing the height discrepancy when she stood next to the basin, I went to the supply room to rummage for some sort of stool for her. I returned just in time to hear the blower turn on and off as I placed one of the small stepping stools next to the door before putting a second beside the sleeping platform. Rowan emerged tics later and noticed my gift right away. Her face softened in delight at the thoughtfulness of what I left for her. Shooting me a look of gratitude, she put it in the cleansing room for later use.
When she saw that I had snagged one of my pillows and was stretched out on the divan, her body sagged in relief before she wordlessly climbed beneath the covers. My hearts wilted a bit at the thought that she expected me to pressure her to share a sleeping space but is not unexpected.
Trust is earned. It is a gift, and not something to arbitrarily expect. Especially from one’s mate.
Which brings us to now, as I lie here and watch my mate doze. Not that she found rest easily or quickly. It took longer than I wished for her body to relax into sleep, but she finally lost the battle with slumber. My eyes feast on the sight she makes. Her beautiful red hair cascades over my pillow, her pale skin is luminescent in the low light, and her face is relaxed in an expression of peacefulness.
Even if she never chooses to seal our bond, and I must meet the gods of Ruk with the breaking of my hearts, I will always cherish this moment.
Is that bacon?
The delicious aroma of my favorite breakfast food pulls me from one of the best nights of sleep I’ve had in longer than I can remember. I feel glorious, and the cause of my current good mood is the first thing that greets me when I open my eyes. Einar is sitting at the table situated in the center of the room. Two plates with covers over them are waiting in front of him.
Noticing that I am awake, he grins at me in greeting, his tusk gleaming in the light, and I blush in response.
The things he did to me with that mouth.
“ Good rising, Rowan . I have acquired our fast-breaking meal. According to Bikar , this is what several of the other females suggested for the first meal of the day. Hopefully , it is to your liking.”
Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I take a second to wake up. It appears as though Einar is a morning person and I’m more akin to a goblin first thing when I get out of bed, even if he did eat me out until I was a limp noodle the night before. Grumbling , I flip the covers off and slide down the side of the bed until my feet hit the little stool he put there last night. I had to bite back tears when I came out of the bathroom last night to find the second stepstool waiting for me.
His thoughtfulness is getting to me with every small act of selfless kindness.
I offer him a halfhearted wave as I trudge to the bathroom. Bacon , or the alien version of bacon, is going to have to wait a second. I need to use the toilet, and I can feel the fuzz on my teeth. Einar doesn’t say anything else as he regards me and just before I close the bathroom door, I hear his low laughter.
Stepping up to the sink, I take a long look at myself in the mirror for the first time since arriving on the Zenith . Turning my head side to side, I’m amazed at what I see. Ruby’s words about this being a second chance at a happily ever after float through my mind while I examine myself. My face is flushed with health, my scars are mostly all gone, (if not faded to the point they’re almost imperceptible) and my eyes are sparkling with life. I haven’t looked this good in years. Not since before I met Robert . Looking around the bathroom, my eyes land on all the things Einar has provided for me.
The pile of ribbons is new, and my heart melts. He noticed I needed something to tie my hair back with. Bottles of shampoo and conditioner are on cubbies in the shower stall. A toothbrush, and the alien version of toothpaste, line the side of the sink. He even found me a stool so I can reach the sink faucet with ease, and it hits me. None of this is necessary. I don’t have to have any of it to survive, but Einar wants me to be happy here. Picking up my toothbrush, I scrub the funk off my teeth and wash my face, clearing away the sleepies. It’s amazing what access to indoor plumbing, a good night’s sleep, and a few orgasms will do for a girl. After refreshing myself, I feel like a whole new person, and that’s when it really sinks in.
I am a new person, and I can be anything I want to be. I don’t have to be a victim anymore.
Opening the door reveals that Einar is still in the same place he was before my bathroom break, apparently content to wait on me as long as it takes me to wander over to the table to eat. The second I start toward him, he stands and moves around the table, pulling my chair out for me and removing the cover on my plate.
“ Thank you, Einar .”
Momma didn’t raise an ungrateful heathen, and his solicitousness makes my insides all fluttery.
Oh my gosh, I have butterflies in my belly!
“ You are most welcome.”
He waits until I’m settled in my seat before stepping back around the table to sit and start in on his breakfast. The silence between us isn’t heavy or laden with stress as we eat. It’s actually, well, almost comfortable. As if there aren’t any expectations at all. Just two people having a relaxing morning meal before starting their day.
Isn’t this what I’ve always wanted?
To have someone to enjoy the little things with?
Einar is checking off boxes I didn’t realize I still had on my imaginary list for a life partner.
Polishing off the last bite of the kinda bacon and eggs, I sigh in satisfaction. Having regular meals is wonderful. Einar hasn’t finished his food yet, but that’s to be expected as his portion was about triple mine. As I observe him eating, a flicker of heat coils between my legs as I remember what else that mouth of his is capable of doing. Just as he is about to take his last bite, his nostrils flare, and his eyes snap up to mine, interest heavy in his gaze.
“ Do you still hunger, little one?”
His tone is full of suggestion, and my face turns beet red in mortification.
He can smell that I’m turned on!
“ Erm …”
“ I will be happy to provide you relief should you wish it. You need only tell me,” He rumbles.
Indecision wars within me, but the desire to experience the same type of pleasure as last night is too great a temptation, so I nod in agreement.
“ Little Rowan , I must have the words.”
“ Yes , I want you to do what you did to me last night. But … but the same rules as before. You can’t touch me anywhere else. Okay ?”
“ Of course, I will not do anything you do not consent to.”
The verbal affirmation calms me more than it should. Standing , he comes around the table, spinning my chair so that the back faces said table, and kneels in front of me, waiting for me to pull my cute little blue nightgown up. A low rumble catches me by surprise, and it takes me a bit to figure out where it’s coming from.
Placing my hand against his broad chest, I feel the vibrations against my palm. Einar is basically purring at the thought of eating me out. Repeating my actions from last night, I pull the hem up, exposing myself to him. Unlike last night, he doesn’t hesitate before he wedges himself between my legs. Checking to make sure his spikes are flat, I boldly drape my legs over his shoulders so that my thighs cradle his face on either side while I grab two handfuls of his long, green-black hair right behind his horns. His hot mouth lands on my clit and starts sucking instantly, a startling contrast to his gentleness the first time.
He brings me to the edge before he stops, making me cry in frustration before he uses his tusk to part my nether lips and shoves his textured tongue deep inside me. It’s far longer than a human man’s because I feel it rub against my g-spot over and over. Just as my I’m about to explode, he removes his tongue altogether and sucks my clit hard. It’s exactly what I need and stars burst behind my eyes as I climax and soak his face with my release. Gently , he soothes my tender flesh as tremors wrack my body. Easing back, he stares up at me with emotion blazing in his eyes as he licks my slick from his lips.
Ignoring what his eyes are telling me, I limply collapse back into the chair.
Gaining his feet, there is no missing the massive hard on he is rocking that tents the front of his pants. Seeing it makes me tense in apprehension, and his perceptive gaze catches my unease immediately.
“ Shsh , all is well, little Starshine . You need not worry, you are safe with me. Always .”
The conviction he says that with rattles me to my core, and to my surprise, I believe him.