Page 64 of The Rake OR The Orca Who Met His Match in a Selkie Desiring Revenge

Aegir froze, his cock caught in the pleasurable vise that was her sheath. He could not look away from her face if he'd wanted to—he was transfixed. Those deep brown eyes invited him to sink into her depths, and he lost himself there. For a brief, indulgent moment, he swam in the depths of her pleasure, entirely lost to the perfection of her cunt and her eyes and her skin and her nails digging into his shoulders. It went on and on, suspended in a perfect moment of time that stretched endlessly as he waited on the precipiceof his orgasm.

When her orgasm finished, the clamp at his base released, and his entire body convulsed in response. Her canal resumed its milking and with a powerful shudder, Aegir plunged into the depths of his pleasure. Waves of sensation crashed over him, drowning all thought but the pure, stunning, intoxicating feeling of where they were joined. His orgasm shot out of him, so powerful and violent, he growled, unable to contain his urges as he thrust up into her.This, he thought, was perfection, the pinnacle of experience, one he'd never even approached, though he hoped he would again. It went on and on, and when he came down from its heights, Aegir was bewildered. He knew exactly where he was, his own cargo hold was as familiar to him as anything, but his entire world had been upended.

Then, like rain, reality trickled back to him, filtering in sights and sounds, but still entirely centered on Elspeth. She'd snuggled into his chest, her slowing breaths inviting him to match it as he calmed. Waves of pleasure coursed through him, a slower kind, more enduring than the rush he'd just felt. Tilting his head, he kissed the top of hers, breathing in her scent and marveling at how perfect she looked atop him. Long hair traced a lazy path down her back, cloaking her as if in emulation of her pelt.Her legs were curled underneath her, the tips of her feet peeking out from under the swell of her ass.

"Stunning," he whispered against her hair, scarcely able to believe the moment was real. She'd yet to concede that she'd stay with him, but he dearly hoped it was forthcoming. How could there be any other outcome? Surely she'd felt the perfection of what they'd just experienced? Surely she understood what a miracle they'd shared?

"I wish you could hold me," she whispered. Tilting her head back, she looked up at him wistfully.

"You need only untie me," he responded. "I sincerely hope you can, because I'd not like to be stuck here..."

Aegir was confident in his ability to break his bonds, but he wantedherto untie him. He wanted his touch to be her choice.

"But I don't want to get off your cock," she whined.

"You can't always have both things..." he replied. "But I can keep it hard if you like? That way you can sneak up to untie me, and then it will still be here for you when you get back. Just go quick, like running out to the privy in the depthsof winter."

"You can do that?" she scoffed and waved her hand in front of her face. "Of course you can. What am I saying?"

With a growl of frustration, she launched off his lap, reaching for his bonds.

"Pull the bit that is dangling and it should start to untie."

Doing so got her most of the way there and though she fussed a minute longer, she quickly freed him, settling back onto his length with a sigh. Tentatively, Aegir wrapped his arms around her, and warmth suffused him when she sighed happily.

For a few blissful moments. Aegir's mind was entirely free of worry. He cared for nothing but the soft texture of the skin on Elspeth's back, the comforting weight of her in his lap, or the warm heat where she still cradled his cock. As much as he would have liked to stay that way forever, it wouldn't do them any good if they fell asleep in the cargo hold. Doing his best not to jostle her, Aegir stood.1

"Where are we going?" Elspeth mumbled against his chest. Ah, shehad been about to fall asleep.

"Just back to o—bed." He'd almost saidour room.But unless and until she agreed to stay with him, to make a true go of it, it was still only his room.

His family wasn't poor growing up, but seven children was still a lot and he'd never had his own room until he'd become captain ofThe Lady's Revenge. It'd been such a tangible record of his accomplishment, and always a mark of pride. He'd filled it with books he loved and created a refuge of his own making. A place where he could study to become whatever role he needed for their next job.

“What will we do now?” Elspeth asked, whispering against his chest. “Are we going to get Feann?”

“Yes, it seems his flotilla is off the Eastern shore, headed north.”

“Toward Hillskerry.”

“Aye, toward Hillskerry.”

“Why are they so keen on capturing us? Surely there are more obedient peoples? More useful?” she asked.

Lady, he hated the look in her eyes. Aegir wished he had more answers for her. Instead, all he could do was try to fix what had been done, and perhaps prevent the situation from escalating further.

“Naturally obedient, of course, but very few that they could command so completely. I’m sorry.”

She nodded, eyes downcast. “How long do you think it will take?”

“One, maybe two days, depending on if we have the wind pushing with the motor.2 How is yournight vision?”

“Better than an elf’s, I should think,” she said. She smirked, and gods did he love seeing the look on her face.

"We'll attack at night then."

1. During my interview, I clarified. Yes, Jokith was still on the ship. Yes, they are still naked. No, Aegir didn’t give a fuck. In his words “He’s a shifter. He knows damn well what was happening and where and what I would do to him if he was ogling Elspeth. So, I trusted him to make good choices… for once.”

2. When Elspeth first mentioned this, I was quite confused, asThe Lady’s Revengedoes not move by sail. However, even with a modern motorized boat, the heading of the wind can still affect travel times.