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Traldeck grinned at Tarq. “She takes good care of you, doesn’t she?”

This was so much in keeping with his own thoughts, Tarq forgot himself to the point that he started purring. Clearing his throat before making his reply, he smiled in agreement. “Yes, she does.”

“I’m just trying to get him clean without washing off that”—Lucy paused as though at a loss for what to call the nasty, sticky goo Bratol had spit on his leg—“stuff.”

“Wish you’d been around to think of this sooner,” Traldeck said. “We could’ve saved each other a great deal of embarrassment. Of course we didn’t have the pan to scoop up the water, but it would still be easier.”

Tarq nodded. “Lucy is very smart.” He almost added, “She can read and everything,” but he managed to stop himself in time. He saw no point in making it obvious that he was somewhat envious of that skill. After all, nearly everyone could read.

Traldeck fixed his gaze on the water until it began to steam. “Want me to make it boil?” he asked Lucy.

Tarq didn’t wait for Lucy’s reply. “No.”

Lucy sent Tarq a quelling glance. “Yeah. Boiling would be great. And don’t worry, Tarq; I’ll cool it down before I pour it on you.”

The water was soon boiling vigorously and Traldeck left them, a knowing smirk on his lips.

Tarq gave up trying to be subtle and began purring. Loudly.

“None of that now,” Lucy said firmly. “Traldeck’s already got enough ideas about what we’re doing over here.”

Tarq laid his jeans down on another slab of fallen rock nearby. “I’m sure it’s because he and Natasha have done the same thing.”

“Yes, but they’re married.”

“So are we—at least everyone here believes that we are.”

Lucy brushed the hair back from her face with a hand that was visibly shaking. He was making her nervous again. “True. Guess I’m not quite used to the idea yet.” Sighing, she nodded toward the steaming pool. “Better get this done before the water gets cold. We need to wash your hair, too. It’s got blood in it.”

Tarq reached out and raised her head with a finger beneath her chin. “Traldeck is right. You take
very
good care of me, Lucy. Whether you’re my wife or not.” Leaning down, he kissed her soft, warm lips.

The pan made a loud splash as it fell from her hand and her arms encircled his neck. Needing no further encouragement, Tarq deepened the kiss, his tongue as anxious to explore her mouth as his cock was to plunge into her body.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile as Lucy returned his kiss with as much enthusiasm as he could have wished. “How about we take your clothes off too?” he whispered against her parted lips. “We don’t want them to get wet, do we?” He nodded toward the slab of rock where he’d laid his pants. It was nearly flat and lay at a slight angle to the floor. “I’ll bet Traldeck and Natasha have used that same spot.”

“Probably.” The soft breathiness of her voice sent a quiver through his cock.

Grasping the hem of her shirt, Tarq pulled it off over her head before unhooking her bra to free her breasts. In the dimly lit cave, her skin seemed to glow as he bent down to suckle her nipples. He loved the way they became tight and swollen as he teased them with his tongue, alternating a gentle massage with firm thrusts of the tip. Together with her heady scent, the soft sounds she made acted like a catalyst, intensifying his need for her and multiplying his desire.

His hands slid to her waist, caressing every luscious surface they encountered. There wasn’t a single part of her he didn’t love, didn’t cherish with all his heart and soul. Pushing past the waistband, he sent her pants gliding down her legs to puddle around her feet. Lifting her into his embrace, he carried her to the slanted rock. As he lay her down upon it with her head near the apex of the gentle incline, he discovered that it was even more perfect than he’d thought: the perfect height, the perfect angle. His cock slid into her with an ease that made it clear just how much she wanted him.

Tarq knew he wouldn’t last long. The setting, the sight of her lying there before him, her eyes already grown misty with desire, plus the exhilaration he’d felt following a successful hunt—and possibly even Bratol’s healant—all combined to sharpen not only his need but the urgency to give her joy.

He squeezed the pelvic muscle that acted as a pump for his lubricating fluid, knowing that the more his cock poured into her, the greater her pleasure and the greater the strength of her climaxes. Her own muscles rippled around his shaft, gripping it firmly as he rocked into her. Sighing deeply, he whispered, “Do you have any idea how good it feels to be inside you?”

“Mmm… I dunno… maybe about half as good as it feels to me?”

Tarq smiled. Sucking his lower lip between his teeth, he shook his head slowly. “A lot better than that.”

Raising her feet to rest on his shoulders, he arched his back, letting his cock reach into her until his balls brushed against her bottom. Then he let it dance while he watched her face, loving what he saw there even more than his own pleasure—the soft curve of her lips, her blissful smile, her heavy-lidded eyes gazing at him through a sensual haze. Each deep-throated cry of rapture sent him rocketing ever higher. There was only one sensation he was missing.

Withdrawing slowly, he knelt until her legs draped over his shoulders and her succulent entrance was right in front of his face. Swiping his tongue over her soft folds, he paused to savor a flavor more intense than the strongest aphrodisiac, a flavor that made his balls tighten, threatening release. He waited a moment before diving in again, this time driving his tongue deep into the hidden recesses of her core.

Backing off to tease her clitoris, he heard her moan, felt her legs pressing tightly against his back, and delighted in the way her tight bud throbbed as he stroked it with his tongue. She fell silent for a moment, and then Tarq was treated to his favorite sound of all: her sharp cry of ecstasy, followed by gasping moans as her body quivered in orgasm. He prolonged both her climax and his own pleasure, pressing hard against the firm nub and slowly licking upward, pausing as he reached the point, then letting it pop from beneath the tip of his tongue. Her clitoris surged against his lower lip, doubling his joy each time until her body lost the ability to respond.

As he attempted to rise to his feet, she stopped him.

“Tarq,” she said in a breathless whisper. “Turn me around. I want to do that to you.”

Though the rock she was lying on was cool and hard, wherever Tarq’s body touched hers tingled with a heat that threatened to consume her. Lucy hadn’t exaggerated when she’d suggested that her level of enjoyment was twice that of his. They might have been equal, but no way could hers be surpassed. And it was about to get even better…

Tarq did as she asked and the altered position put her at exactly the right height to view his stiff, dripping cock and meaty balls hanging just above her eyes—a sight so erotically stimulating that her core contracted once again.

His skin was slightly damp and petal soft beneath her tongue, and she pulled him down, urging him to widen his stance until his sac rested on her lips. As her body reacted with another jolt, her mouth opened wide, allowing one of his testicles to drop into her mouth. She savored the warm feel of it, realizing how much she adored this level of intimacy she had with him. She’d never even begun to experience anything like it before and couldn’t imagine sharing it with anyone but Tarq. The mere idea of being with any other man was abhorrent.

Tarq’s gasps of pleasure were like music to her ears, his flavor a delicacy on her tongue, and his body, his smile, his entire self appealed to her in a way that was somehow symbiotic. The more time she spent loving him, the stronger she became, the bolder her demonstrations of that love. If only she could say it. If only she could
hear
it…

His nuts were delectable, but his cock was surely the tastiest part of all. Releasing his scrotum, she pulled the scalloped head down to her lips, licking it with long, steady strokes, doing her best to continue despite the fireworks igniting within her own body.

She reached up and grasped his thick shaft, squeezing firmly as she slid her fist up and down its length. He was wondrously hard and the scalloped points tickled her tongue as she devoured him. With the addition of her other hand to massage his balls, she brought him quickly to climax. His slick
snard
coated her tongue, filling her mouth with creamy sweetness.

The effect hit her with the power of a meteor, making her forget that she was lying on a pair of wet jeans on a very hard rock. Any discomfort, any reservations, any fears of discovery faded away with the power of her
laetralance
delight. Soon, Lucy knew she would regret suggesting this position, which normally would have sent blood rushing to her head, but right now her blood was busy elsewhere, heating and relaxing every muscle in her body.

Fortunately, Tarq wasn’t feeling quite the same effects and kept his wits about him enough to gather her up into his arms and carry her to the pool. She had to assume he’d at least tested the temperature with his toe, for he waded in and set her down gently in the warm water. Lucy wanted to roll over and finish washing him, but at the moment she simply didn’t have the strength. As he sat down beside her, she gazed up at him, loving everything she saw—except for one tiny little detail…

Chuckling softly, she reached out, pushing up the bandage that he still wore tied around his head to cover the wound Fred had inflicted. With all the excitement of the previous days, she’d gotten so used to seeing him in it, she hadn’t even considered that he might not need it anymore. “I think we could probably get rid of this.”

“I like it. Keeps the sweat from dripping into my eyes.”

“Needs washing, though.” She tossed the bandage aside and briefly examined the wound, which was now completely healed, before threading her fingers through his blond locks. “There’s still blood in your hair from the
last
time something tried to kill you. What
is
it about you that makes others feel so murderous?”

“It’s ’cause I’m so tasty,” he said with a wicked grin. “Fred was afraid I’d steal all the women in Yalka right out from under his nose—”

“Yeah, right,” Lucy snickered. “Like any of them would be under
his
nose anyway.”

“—and the vrelnot seemed to think I’d taste better than a dranik.”

“Well, I certainly can’t argue with the vrelnot on that one.” She breathed a sigh of pure delight. “You’re absolutely delicious.”

“I’m glad you think so.” He pulled her close and kissed her. “Mmm… You taste pretty good yourself.” Retrieving the pan, which was floating beside him, he filled it with water. “Now, where were we?”

“Don’t get your leg wet,” she cautioned.

“I won’t,” he replied. “See? I’m lying on the other side. That green slime isn’t anywhere near the water. Besides that, I’m going to wash you first.”

“But I’ve already had a bath today.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said and began pouring the contents of the pan onto her mound. “I sort of messed up part of you��and I always try to clean up my messes.”

Lucy bit back a moan as he dropped the pan and slipped his hand between her thighs. Pushing her legs apart, he caressed her sensitive folds, and she gave in to the sensuous wonder of the combination of Tarq’s talented fingers and the luxury of hot water. He kept it up long enough that she was quite certain she’d never been so clean in her life, and then he leaned down and kissed her with the same degree of thoroughness.

She could’ve lain like that forever, but the water was already beginning to cool. Breaking off the kiss, she pushed him away with a hand in the center of his chest. “At least let me rinse you off and get the blood out of your hair before the water gets too cold.”

Tarq was purring as he leaned back against the side of the pool. Lifting his injured leg, he rested it on the dry rock at the water’s edge, exposing his groin. “I think we’ve already washed everything but my hair and my dick. Go for it.”

Lucy didn’t really want to move, but she wanted to yell for Traldeck to come and reheat the water even less. Getting to her feet, she found the clump of soapweed lying forgotten on the cave floor and dipped it into the water. Heat seemed to improve the foaming action, and she was able to work up a good lather with surprisingly little effort.

Tarq’s eyes were glowing and his lips curled into a seductive smile as she stepped back into the pool and knelt down at his side. Judging from his expression and the way he was purring, Lucy had an idea she was about to get nailed again.

“Don’t look at me like that or we’ll never get this done.”

Tarq chuckled wickedly. “It’s not a chore for you, is it, Lucy?”

“Well, no, but we’ve been in here long enough. Someone else might be waiting to use the, um”—she glanced about, trying to decide whether or not this area warranted being called a bathroom or a shower—“facilities.”

“Okay. I’ll be good.” He lay back with his hands behind his head, his hair trailing in the water. He might have looked angelic, but his cock was getting stiff again. Not only that, it was pointing right at her.

“You already
are
good, but you probably knew that.”