to our tent, our voliki, as the Dakkari called it.
Our tent, I mused. When had it become our tent to me and not his?
Once inside, a hot, fresh bathing tub and a meal was waiting for us, just like the night before. Arokan brought the food tray close to the tub and then promptly stripped my sweaty clothes off and then his own.
And just like the night before, when he led me into the hot water that felt sublime against my aching muscles, when I settled between his strong thighs and let him wash me, I felt his thick cock hard and aroused, pressing into my spine. And just like the night before…he did nothing about it.
It confused me. It frustrated me. Because I was beginning to suspect that I liked sex with him, though it had been rough and consuming and…magnificent.
We hadn’t had sex since before the Ghertun scout had been executed. Considering that when Arokan had first brought me to the camp and he’d hardly been able to keep his hands off me those first few days…I was beginning to wonder if he was already losing interest in me.
Even as I wondered that, I kept still as he washed me.
“Turn,” he ordered gruffly.
My breath hitched and I hesitantly did as he said, wondering if he would initiate something, my belly fluttering in anticipation.
His eyes met mine as I straddled his thighs in the bath, the water sloshing around.
A brief look down revealed his hardened cock, the engorged head bobbing out of the water, against his abdomen. I saw the glimmer of the golden tattoos around it, one at the base, one just below the head.
“Wash me,” he murmured, handing the cloth he’d been using on me, still lathered with soap.
I took it, biting my lip, and pushed the damp ends of my hair over my shoulder.
Arokan’s eyes dragged down to my jutting nipples, his eyelids going heavy. As I leaned forward and ran the washcloth over his shoulders, he ducked his head and caught one nipple in his mouth. I sucked in a surprised breath, my hand pausing as pleasure tingled down my spine, as he laved his hot tongue over it, flicking the hardened bud back-and-forth.
I steadied myself on his broad shoulders, my sex spasming and clenching as arousal arrowed down my body.
After a moment’s hesitation, I resumed washing him, scrubbing his skin perhaps a little more roughly, especially when he switched nipples.
And he continued on like that. I bit my lip to keep from moaning as he teased me, as he suckled me to madness, all while I continued to wash him, trying to act like what he was doing wasn’t making me lose my goddamn mind.
So, I washed wherever I could reach—his back, his arms, his chest, his abdomen—until I couldn’t avoid his cock any longer.
He grunted when I ran the cloth over his length, but I only made a few, short passes, before I moved onto his thighs.
Arokan made another sound but then he pulled back from my nipples and leaned against the back of the tub. His cock was still jutting from the water, impossible not to see, but his expression was hardened, his mouth set in a straight line, his jaw clenched.
Again, frustration rose as I washed his thighs. He’d stopped after teasing me again. Just like last night. My nipples felt tender, sensitive. My sex ached as much as my muscles did from the training session.
He watched me carefully—I could feel those eyes on me—before he reached over to the food tray and popped a chunk of braised meat into his mouth.
Disbelief ran through me, though I hid it well. He’d stopped and now he was eating. Was he truly not going to initiate anything that night?
I blew out a shaky breath and tried to distract myself with the task on hand. I finished quickly and by the time I was done, my mind felt a little less foggy. Once I was done washing him, once I draped the washing cloth over the lip of the bathing tub, he offered a piece of braised meat to me.
Without hesitation, I took it. Already, I was used to the taste, the energy that the fresh food gave me. I’d been with Arokan, with the horde, for less than two weeks, but already, I could feel my body changing. I was gaining much-needed weight. My hips were softening, my rib bones weren’t as prominent as they were before. I didn’t feel completed depleted of