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CHAPTER SIX

Vartok

“Are you going to tell me where you are taking me?”

I was a little surprised she hadn’t figured it out, but when I glanced down at the female in my arms—gods below, but she felt perfect there!—I saw her eyes were closed and her cheek tipped against my shoulder.

So I felt safe grinning.

“I’m going to need some privacy for our next lesson. Someplace where I can take all yer clothes off and finally taste yer skin.”

She wriggled in my hold, and I caught a whiff of her arousal.

“So…the hot springs?”

“Hot springs,” I agreed with a chuckle.

Our clan’s springs were nestled against a cliff between the loch and the village, and in my father’s day, someone had built a simple structure over the largest of the pools. But that wasn’t where I was taking Myra, nay. I had something special in mind.

“This is my favorite spot,” I murmured, setting her down near one of the smaller pools. “The water isnae as hot as the main pool, but?—”

“’Tis not covered, either.” She glanced around with a frown. “Anyone can see you.”

“Aye.” My grin grew slowly. “’Tis the point.”

Even in the darkness, I could feel her glare.

“I am not the exhibitionist you are, Vartok.”

I pulled her closer and leaned down to nuzzle at her neck, scraping my tusk along her jaw as I whispered in her ear.

“Ye are if I say so, pet.”

Myra shuddered, sucking in a breath, and didn’t object.

“Do ye still trust me?”

I could hear her breathing, too fast in the darkness.

“Aye,” she whispered.

“Good lass. Take off yer clothing.”

Under the gurgling of the hot springs, I could hear the rustle of wool as she slowly undressed, and I joined her. I finished before her and padded nude to the open air structure where I knew Isadora had left some of the sweet-smelling soap she made for the clan. Aye, there ‘twas .

By the time I came back to the smaller pool—the water from the hottest, largest pool flowed into this one, then down into the loch—I could smell Myra’s skin. She was naked, and I wanted to pull her against myself.

Soon .

“Climb in, lass. I have the soap, and ye can wash my back.”

“A bath?” she mused, and sucked in a breath as she eased her way into the warm water.

“Eventually.” When I joined her, I finally gave into temptation, reaching for her. “Can ye swim? This one is deep.”

The way she clung to me told me that she couldn’t touch, and I grinned. Because my feet were braced against the pebbly bottom and this meant she would have to rely on me.

“Vartok?” her voice was a bit higher than normal. “What are we?—”

“Hush, my pretty little human. I’m about to teach ye.”

“Teach me?” she bleated, one arm around my neck to hold herself afloat.

“Aye,” I drawled, running my hands up her bare side and pulling her flush against me. “Yer body is full of spots that can bring ye pleasure. What are they?”

She seemed distracted—hopefully by my roving caresses—when she stuttered, “M-my breasts?”

I hummed, pretending to consider her words. My hands skimmed across her back, then one locked onto the base of her neck as the other palm pressed against her side .

“Yer tits, aye. Say it.”

Myra sounded breathless. “My tits.”

“Good lass.”

I moved my palm and couldn’t help my groan as I finally— finally !—cupped her bare breast. ‘Twas small, small enough it didn’t even float in the pool, but perfect. I caught her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and tugged, pulling a needy moan from her lips.

I almost regretted that her cunny was underwater, so I couldn’t smell her arousal. Soon , I promised myself. Soon I would taste her.

As I tugged on her nipple, I squeezed the back of her neck, reminding her who was in command here, then skimmed my touch down her back.

“Where else is sensitive, my pretty little human?”

She wriggled against me, sending waves through the pool, and I could feel her thighs pressing together.

“My…you know.”

“Yer cunny, Myra,” I rumbled. “Say it.”

She hesitated only a moment. “M-my cunny.”

“What about it?”

“’Tis sensitive.”

“Aye,” I drawled. My hand cupped her arse, lifting her. She spread her legs, wrapping them around my waist as I wanted.

“Good girl. ”

She whimpered as my cock was squeezed between our bodies, and it felt so fooking good I saw stars for a moment. My Kteer was howling for me to Take Claim Lick Love but I fought down my baser instincts to focus on the way she squirmed in my hold, wriggling against me.

Despite the water surrounding us, I could feel how wet her warm little cunny was, pressing against my ballocks.

I dropped her breast so I could grab her arse with both hands, lifting her along my cock.

Her lips spread around my length, welcoming me in the most delicious way, and I loved the way she shuddered and moaned against me.

“Aye, yer cunny is sensitive, my pretty little human. But ‘tis no’ the only place ye like to be touched.”

Since I was holding her arse, I spread her cheeks further and allowed one of my claws to slide out just slightly, pressing near her hole.

She jerked against my grip, pulling herself even closer before arching her back, so her arse thrust into my hands.

Her startled breath told me she hadn’t expected to be so aroused by that touch, and I couldn’t help my chuckle.

“And of course…” With her still rocking against my cock, I lifted her slightly to be able to drop my lips to her throat, scraping my tusk along her delicate skin. When Myra tipped her head to one side, offering me access to the side of her neck, I showed her exactly how sensitive her ear could be.

“Vartok,” she moaned, squirming against me, as I caressed her, illustrating all the places I knew would bring her pleasure. “How—I want…”

“I ken ye do, my wee plaything. But ye have to say it. ”

“I want…” Her words dissolved into a groan as she lifted herself to slide her cunny along my length.

I was ready to come, but I wouldn’t, despite what my Kteer urged. Instead, I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her off my cock, until my lips were inches from her.

“What do ye want, Myra?”

“I want to come,” she whispered, her hips gyrated in my hold. “Please.”

Grinning, I caught her lips in mine, even as I wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her in place. I slid my hand down one thigh, wrapping my fingers around her calf and lifting her leg.

As my tongue teased her, teaching her what my cock would one day do to her, I backed up until my arse rested against the boulders and I could rest her foot on one of the underwater rocks.

I slid my hand back up her leg and didn’t even tease her inner thigh. I knew she was ready for me, I could feel it in her responses to me. Under the water, I cupped her mound, feeling her wet heat despite the water, and pulled my lips from hers.

“I’m going to use my fingers, Myra. Ye’re going to take them up yer cunny like my good little human pet, aye?”

She didn’t answer, but moaned and arched into my hold. So I made my tone sterner.

“Ye need to tell me, lass, if ye’re uncomfortable. I want ye to say the words.”

I was teaching her, after all .

“Please, Vartok,” she moaned. “Please use yer fingers to fook my cunny.”

Malla the Beginner! How’d I get so lucky in a Mate?

She’s no’ yer Mate, she’s just yer student .

Aye, focus on the here and now.

The first finger to slide along her cleft, then slip inside her, had us both groaning with pleasure.

I knew my fingers were thicker than hers, so I would start her small.

As I curled my finger inside her, I used the pad of my thumb to press against her clitoris, the bud of her pleasure where I knew she preferred pressure.

When Myra began to rock against my hand, her breathing coming harshly, I knew she was ready.

“Such a good lass. Letting me stretch yer perfect cunny to take me. Ye can take another finger, can ye no’?”

“ Please ,” she whined, and I chuckled, easing another finger inside her.

With my two middle fingers within her quivering channel, I could spread her lips with my other fingers while brushing against her clitoris with my thumb. I nuzzled her neck, murmuring words of encouragement.

“Vartok!” she gasped, and I knew she was ready.

“There’s a sensitive spot ye dinnae ken about, lass,” I explained, curling my fingers inside her, my callused fingertips brushing against the rough patch behind her bud.

For certes, she gasped and jerked in my hold .

“Again, pet,” I whispered as I stroked that spot again.

Her inner muscles tightened around me, her whole body going still.

“Out here, nae one can hear ye scream. When ye come, Myra, remember that.”

I felt her wide-eyed gaze on me as I stroked her a third time.

And her climax burst over her.

“Vartok!” she blurted, her hips bucking as she came around my fingers.

Groaning in pleasure, I buried my face against her hair, marveling at the way her cunny clutched at me, trying to milk my fingers. In that moment, I wanted naught more than to plunge my cock inside her, to claim her, as my Kteer demanded.

But I would not.

Because Myra had come to me for tutoring in the art of pleasure, in understanding her own body. Naught more.

Myra

I was…floating.

Not just in the water, not just in Vartok’s arms, but in a pool of bliss.

With him supporting me in the warm water, I leaned back to stare up at the stars visible through the swirling steam of the hot springs.

Oh my .

What he’d done to me was no different than the way I’d pleasured myself over the years, but… His lips. His hands. His fingers . His fingers were long enough to reach a spot inside me I hadn’t known existed. And the way he’d touched me, so confidentially…

“Ye are a good student,” he murmured, bending over to kiss me as he slid his fingers from me.

I stretched my arms out to the side and hummed, floating there in the warm pool, my body merging with the water as each heartbeat faded to a dull roar.

I sighed in satiation and heard his chuckle.

“We’re far from done, lass.”