His long legs had him to me in seconds, he grasped my bicep, turned his back to me, swung me up, my legs automatically curled around his h*ps as he wrapped my arm around his neck and then he stalked out of the tent.
Welp. Guess that meant the games were over.
Yikes!
* * * * *
“Hold still,” I snapped at Lahn, who was sitting on one of the chairs in our tent and he kept jerking his head out of the way when I tried dabbing his cut lip with the wet, soapy rag I’d managed to explain to Teetru I needed.
My eyes moved from his annoyed ones and I tried to dab at the blood again.
He jerked his head away.
“Lahn!” I hissed. “Hold still!”
He didn’t hold still. He tore the rag from my hand, tossed it on the table and came out of the chair with his shoulder in my belly.
I let out a gust of air as I went up then I went down as he threw me on the bed then I let out another gust of air when he landed on top of me.
“Lahn, we need to clean your cut lip.” On a wheeze I told him something he wouldn’t understand and clearly had no intention of sitting around and allowing me to do. It was a miracle I got him to sit in the first place. It only happened five minutes ago and I still didn’t know how I managed it.
His hand went between us and he yanked one panel of my sarong aside.
I knew where this was going.
“Lahn –”
“Rayloo,” he growled.
“Lahn! Your lip!”
That bloody lip (and his not bloody one, they luckily came in pairs) came to mine. “Rayloo, Circe.”
I glared into his eyes as his hand glided up the skin of my side.
Shit, that felt nice.
“All right, rayloo. I’ll rayloo, whatever the hell that means,” I grumbled, his eyes went soft and his hand went away from my side.
It came up to my face where the pad of his thumb put pressure on my chin and his fingers put pressure on my lips.
“Rayloo,” he said quietly.
Ah. Rayloo.
His hand left my mouth.
“Quiet,” I whispered.
“Quiet,” he repeated.
“Rayloo,” I tried it out and he shook his head like he didn’t know what to do with me (as, perhaps, he would considering he’d told me to be quiet and I kept talking) but affirmed, “Rayloo.”
“Okay,” I said softly.
His hand slid down my arm, took mine in his and then it pulled mine between his legs and moved it down inside his hides. Then his fingers curled mine around his hard cock.
Wow. Nice.