Page 31 of Rhaz’s Redemption (Shifters of Valo Prime #6)

Beatrice

I had to hold back a laugh as Rhaz rushed out of the cabin with a very large imprint tenting his pants.

He clearly liked the idea of participating in activities that would help us share our scent.

I liked the idea of it too. Touching and being touched by the male who was my luminescence mate sounded amazing.

A little while later Rhaz strolled back into the cabin with two rabbit looking creatures that had been skinned and cleaned.

“I’ll cook these over the fire,” he informed me. “It shouldn’t take too long.”

“Thank you. I can’t wait,” I gave him a warm grin.

He gave me a quick nod in return and got to work roasting our breakfast. The smell of the meat cooking over the fire filled the cabin, and thankfully it didn’t take long to cook through.

“Here you are,” Rhaz handed me a bowl of yummy smelling stew and I eagerly took a bite and moaned.

Rhaz nearly dropped my bowl, then he nearly fell trying to sit down next to me on the floor.

“Are you alright? You seem pretty shaky. If you need to rest after breakfast, I’d understand. I bet seeing your father today wasn’t exactly pleasant for you.”

“I’m alright. It’s not the thought of my sire that has me trembling.”

His gravelly tone was as serious as ever. I put my spoon down in my bowl and looked up at him. His expression was as serious and intense as ever and the way he looked at me as if I were far more delicious than the food he’d just cooked, made me shiver.

“Oh,” I put a hand to my neck as if to clutch an imaginary string of pearls. “I hope I’m not causing you too much anxiety.”

Rhaz took my hand and intertwined my fingers with his. “You do make me nervous, but that’s to be expected when one is about to touch a female as beautiful as you are.”

My cheeks were so fucking hot. That was the sexiest thing anyone had ever said to me.

“Well then, maybe we can take a sponge bath together after breakfast in order to start slow.”

Rhaz’s eyes darkened and the corner of his mouth turned up in a grin. “I’d like that. I’ll go ahead and warm a basin of water.”

He got up from the floor and went outside with the biggest bone bowl we had. Once he returned he placed the bowl filled with water over the fire and sniffed the three bars of soap we’d found on one of the shelves.

“This one smells like honey,” he held up a pale yellow bar. “This one is fruity,” he held up the dark red bar. “And this one is floral.” The final bar was a pale lavender. “Which do you prefer?”

“Is there an unscented one?” I asked. “I like your natural scent.”

Rhaz’s tail thumped the floor once before he caught it in his hand. “You do?”

“Yeah, it’s very woodsy and wild, kind of like you.”

I was feeling emboldened by Rhaz’s reaction to me and looked him dead in the eyes and said, “I’d like to have that scent all over me. I want every inch of my body to smell like you. I don’t want there to be any doubt who my mate is.”

My shifter fell to his knees before me and wrapped his hands around my thighs. “Let me do as you say. Let me bathe you with the water then pleasure you with my tongue.”

“S-soon,” I squeaked out. Then finding my courage again, I said, “You will sit there and watch as I undress, then you will bathe me and I will bathe you.”

“I will gladly do as you command,” he breathed, then got up and sat on the furs like a good boy while I stood awkwardly for a moment before slipping my fingers under the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and over my head.

Rhaz watched my every move, enraptured by the sight of my naked chest. The sun that shone through the shutters made my brown skin glimmer like an angel’s.

“You’re beautiful. So beautiful,” Rhaz breathed.

“Take off your shirt. I want to see you too.”

I’d seen Rhaz shirtless on many occasions, but never because I’d commanded it, and he was eager to obey. Rhaz pulled his shirt off over head revealing a dark blue chest criss crossed with scars.

I approached him slowly and got on my knees just as he was on his. Then I lightly traced those scars with my finger. There was a sharp intake of breath the moment I made contact. I backed away afraid that I’d hurt him somehow, but he grabbed my hand and held it.

“Please, don’t stop. No one’s touched me like this.”

My heart ached for him, and I slowly lowered my finger back down and continued to trace the scars again. Then Rhaz lifted one of his hands and hovered it over my bare chest with a questioning look in his eyes.

“May I?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He let his fingers drift slowly to my skin where he delicately ran the pads of his fingers from my collarbone down to the top of my breast. Then he lowered his hand further until he was teasing my nipple with a touch that was so feather light I could cry from the tenderness of it.

“I’m not going to break,” I whispered. “You won’t hurt me.”

“Are you sure?” His question was so genuine it made my heart squeeze.

“I’m sure.”

He looked down at my chest and cupped my right breast in his hand and caressed it reverently.

“It’s so soft.”

“Do you like it?”

“I love it,” he smiled. “I love all of you.”

“I love all of you too,” I admitted. Rhaz’s smile turned bashful and the tips of his ears turned a dark blue.

“Let me wash you,” he commented as he moved the basin of warm water closer to us.

“Okay.”

He picked up the clean cloth that had been draped over the side and dipped it in the water.

Then he brought it up to my chest and began washing me from the bottom of my neck down.

His movements were slow and gentle as if he wanted to take his time drinking in this moment, but his eyes carried the usual intensity that they always did.

They told me he wanted to devour me body and soul.

When he made his way to my nipples my body was already buzzing with anticipation. So much so, that first contact made me gasp. He grunted his approval and kept going, making small circles over one nipple then the other until I clutched his shoulders and fought not to look as desperate as I felt.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” Rhaz purred. “Let me clean you with my tongue like a good mate should.”

His words made me squirm, and although I felt shaky, I found the strength to stand and slowly pushed my leather pants down my hips, thighs, calves, until they finally fell to the floor.

Rhaz’s jaw hung open as he took in the sight of me. For a long moment I didn’t see his chest move and I had to remind him to breathe.

“Sorry, I just… My brain stopped working for a second there,” he confessed. Then he moved toward our bed of furs and fluffed them out.

“Come lay before me and let me feast upon you.”

I swallowed hard and walked toward the bed. Rhaz patted the top fur as an eager invitation for me to join him, and I was happy to do so. There was no hesitation on my part, no fear. I trusted Rhaz, and I was falling in love with him too.

I laid down and he dipped the cloth in the water once again and rang it out. Then he, ever so gently, ran the warm fabric over my thighs over and over again, driving me wild with anticipation.

“Please,” I begged and he finally dipped the cloth lower, brushing my sensitive flesh in a way that made me gasp.

“More,” I pleaded. “I need more.”

Rhaz scooted closer to me, and in doing so used his knee to push my legs apart. He loomed over me like a scarred blue warrior, humble and wanting. Again his eyes devoured me and he trembled as if the force of holding himself back were becoming too much for him to bear.

I sat up and put my hand behind his neck and pulled him down with me. He understood my message and invitation. I didn’t want the cloth anymore, I wanted him. His flesh against mine. His tongue on my clit.

He gently pushed my legs apart even further and purred with satisfaction when I widened the gap between my thighs myself.

“So beautiful, he groaned a moment before he gave my sex a tentative lick.

My hips quivered at his touch and I clutched the furs in my fits.

“Is that a good spot?” He asked, already knowing the answer. The amused tone in his voice made me smile, but all that vanished when he lowered himself back down and licked me over and over again.

I sunk my fingers into his hair and tried to form thoughts or words but there were none. I was completely lost in the pleasure Rhaz was bestowing upon me.

He dipped a finger into my channel and my hips lifted off the bed.

“I’ve been told you have a pleasure spot here too,” he purred. “Tarak said it’s a rough patch of skin, and that if you touch it just so…”

I felt his finger graze upon my g-spot and I cried out.

“That you’ll have your mate pleading for more,” he finished his sentence. He sounded so proud of himself, and he should be. No one had given me pleasure like this before. No one.

He brought his attention back to my clit and licked me with the skill of a man who’d pleasured a hundred women.

Then as he moved his finger inside my channel along my g-spot the world went fuzzy and all sensation focused in on that one motion.

That one finger moving ever so slightly up and down, in and out along that small area that was bringing me to impossible heights of pleasure.

“The sounds you make drive me wild,” Rhaz said when he came up for air.

“Come for me, my heart. I want your essence to flood my tongue. I want to fell your thighs squeezing me as you come apart.”

He quickened his movements on both my clit and my g-spot until I was panting for air. Sensation radiating out from my core like a coil that was wound too tight, until I finally snapped.

Everything clenched as my core spasmed with waves of pleasure over and over again, leaving me wrung out and spent once my orgasm finally passed.

“That was amazing,” I said between breaths. “I’ve never experienced pleasure like that before.”

I turned to find a goofy smile plastered on Rhaz’s face. He seemed so out of it, I wasn’t sure he’d even heard me.