Page 25 of Wrath Of Suns And Shadows (The Osparia #2)

Chapter Fifteen

Shay

B aron hadn’t let me lift a finger from the minute we walked into our tent. He had sat me down and taken off my boots one at a time with a gentleness I didn’t deserve after the secret I had kept from him.

An Earth Dryad had bent the tub from the ground, making it as smooth as a river stone, and Baron had a Water Fae put a bath together for me and had a Fire Fae warm it up. I thanked them for their kindness before they left.

He kissed me softly as he undressed me. He peeled off each article of clothing slowly as if he were admiring me, but also looking for any signs of injury. Once he finished, he motioned for me to get in the tub, and I did.

He carefully parted my braids and massaged soap into my scalp, then he rinsed it out and repeated the process with fragrant oils. He finished and dried his hands while getting to his feet.

“Enjoy your bath, love. I’m going to start some food,” he said, and I swore my stomach growled at the thought of eating some of his cooking. I had missed him so much, all of him.

I craned my head back, and he leaned down and kissed me gently before he walked away.

I scrubbed down the rest of my body, doing my best to erase what had happened from my skin, but it wouldn’t escape my mind.

Emelyn’s resolve, the determination in her eyes when she’d let go of my hand would stay with me forever.

Baron's focus was solely on ensuring that I was taken care of first, without asking about anything else, such as the things we’d learned and done on Magni, the trip here, or the attack. The thought caused tears to sting behind my eyes and added to my already guilty heart.

I was unsure of how much time had passed as I thought about Emelyn, while my mate prepared a lovely dinner for us just a few feet away.

I shouldn’t be here. Valla should have taken me too.

I rested my head on the back of the tub and closed my eyes. The water had cooled down. Baron’s footsteps moved closer to me, and in the next instant, he was massaging my shoulders and leaving a trail of kisses along my jaw.

“I don’t deserve you,” I murmured, doing my best to hold back my tears.

“No, love, I don’t deserve you,” he replied, and I scoffed, getting to my feet to get out of the tub. Baron grabbed a towel and made haste toward me, and I took it from him and wrapped it around myself.

“I don’t deserve your kindness. You should be furious with me, shout at me, argue with me, tell me all the ways I should have done things differently,” I snapped, all of my guilty thoughts flooding to the forefront of my mind.

“There was nothing you should have done differently.”

“There are a million things that I should have done differently.”

“No, Shay, there aren’t, because if you would have done things differently, you wouldn’t be the woman I know and love.

You've spent your whole life selflessly caring for others, never giving up on anyone or anything. Hell, even the beasts back home all those years ago. You’ve always put everything else first, the dragons, your people, Emelyn, the world .

. .” He spoke while stroking his hands up and down my still damp arms. “And although I believe in doing all of those things”—he palmed my cheek—“you, Shay, will always be the one thing I look out for, that I’ll protect you above all else.

I swear it.” He took his other hand and placed it over my small bump.

“And our child, of course.” He said it with a wide smile, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward and kissing him passionately with tongue and teeth.

He palmed my cheeks, wiping away the tears that had slipped free.

I unbuttoned his shirt and let my towel fall to the floor.

I ran my hands over his muscled chest, and the feel of him made a moan escape me.

He ran his hands down my back and lifted me into his arms with a growl of his own.

His hands cupped my ass as he moved us to the bed.

He laid me down on the bed gently, leaving kisses trailing up my body, across my stomach, over each breast—suckling and licking, savoring every inch of my dark skin before he made it to my neck.

I worked the button on his pants quickly, and he wiggled his way out of them, wedging himself between my thighs again. His hard cock nudged at my entrance, making me writhe against him with another moan.

“Ah, ah.” Baron tsked as he worked his wicked mouth down my body again.

He wrapped his arms around my thighs, holding them firmly draped over his shoulders as he kissed the insides of my thick thighs.

I struggled in his hold. He was making me desperate for his touch, his tongue as he moved closer and closer to my center.

I was writhing in anticipation by the time he swept his tongue through my pussy.

Otherworldly sounds left me as he devoured me.

I gripped my fingers through his long blond hair, feeling my orgasm already bubbling to the surface.

It had been so long since I’d had him. I gripped his head as I cried out my release, but Baron didn’t stop as I rode out the waves of my pleasure.

“Please, I—” I pleaded with him. I couldn’t take it anymore, but he didn’t stop his assault on my taut bundle of nerves. Everything was hypersensitive as he ran his hands up and down the tops of my thighs, continuing to eat me until I clawed at his arms as another wave of ecstasy rose within.

“Give me one more, love,” Baron growled against my slit before he sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, causing me to fall over the edge again.

My legs trembled as he slithered up my body and rested himself between my drenched thighs.

The weight of him on top of me was a comfort I had missed during my time away.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me slowly.

I could taste my release on his tongue as it slipped into my mouth.

I opened for him as our kisses became more desperate.

He thrust in me, fully seating himself to the hilt, and we swallowed each other’s moans.

His rhythm was slow, but his pace was brutal.

This wasn’t just sex. He was making love to me.

Each drawn out thrust worked me back to the edge of ecstasy.

I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and buried my head into the crook of his neck as I bucked with every thrust, wanting him to go faster, needing him to.

He stopped a moment before I was close to combusting, and I growled into his neck. He snaked his hand between us and played with my clit, which only made me writhe against him, needy for the friction, for him to keep pumping into me.

His leisurely fingers made my frustrations rise as I squirmed against him.

“You’re stunning when you're eager, love .”

“Baron—” His name was a mix of a moan and a whisper from my lips, and it seemed to snap any restraint he had left because he pounded into me, our slick skin slapping. My climax tore through me. Baron went rigid with a groan as he filled me with his own release.

The clawing emotions of our love for each other ripped through our mating bond, causing my body to be lit with unrestrained emotion so strong it almost made me weep.

I tugged on the golden threads with my mind, caressing the connection between our two souls, as if one.

Baron lifted to his elbows, still hovering over me as he kissed my forehead, over each of my eyes, both cheeks, and then my nose before he kissed along my jaw.

“I missed you so much, my love.” His words tunneled through my mind, full of love and devotion, but I could hear the heaviness behind his voice.

“I missed you too,” I said down the bond, and he brought his lips up to kiss me. I felt his cock hardening inside me again.

“Mmm,” he growled as he thrust into me, and I let out a whimper. “I’m going to make love to you on every surface in here,” he vowed, and the thought of him bending me over the table next sent a thrum of burning desire through me.

“The table, hmm?” he said in between kisses and slow thrusts. I was losing track with what was staying in my mind and what I was sending to him. I bit my lip in anticipation.

We never got the chance to eat dinner because Baron kept his word. There wasn’t a place left untouched.