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We don’t leave the bed for three days.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I get up to pee, to eat, to drink, but other than that? I spend every moment with Aron. Kissing Aron. Touching Aron. Aron touching me. It’s a magical time, really. I think of it a bit like a honeymoon, where we’ve finally joined at a higher level and now we’re just enjoying each other and learning more as we go. I learn that Aron likes for his hair to be brushed, and that it arouses him. I learn that he gets aroused by watching me eat, because I enjoy it so thoroughly. I learn that Aron gets aroused by the soft sounds I make when I sleep, because he wakes me up and fucks me hard, then lets me go back to sleep.
Really, I learn that pretty much everything turns Aron on.
I’ve never been the object of intense fascination of a god before. He doesn’t eat, doesn’t sleep, and focuses all his energy entirely on me. In the three days we don’t leave bed, I orgasm more times than I think I have in my entire life. The scent of sex feels permanently etched into my skin, and like a wanton slut, I only crave more. How can I not? The guy knows how to work a clit, he knows where a G-spot is, he’s got a massive cock and undying stamina.
Of course I’m eager to jump into the sack with him every time.
After a few days of this, though, I wrinkle my nose at my own smell. “I don’t suppose this tower has a bath, does it? Because I sure could use one.”
Aron lifts his head from where he’s kissing down my belly. “You want to bathe? I can bathe you.” His eyes gleam. “It would be my pleasure.”
I snort. “In a tub? Because I haven’t seen a tub here.”
“This was a human tower once,” Aron says. “It might have a tub.”
“It was?” I’m shocked. This place is so creepy and surreal that I can’t imagine anyone living here…then again, haven’t we been hanging out here for days? Weeks? So maybe I need to rethink my idea of “creepy.”
Sure enough, Aron asks Markos and Solat, and they’ve seen a washroom a few floors down. A short time later, we’re in the washroom together and the massive marble tub has been filled with steaming hot water, thanks to Yule
“Now this is the life,” I murmur, trying not to look too hard at the clusters of cocoons in the spiderwebby corner directly across from us.
“It does not take much to please you,” Aron says with amusement, and twines his fingers with mine under the water. “A tub full of water, at least five climaxes a day, and all the food you can stuff into your mouth.”
“When you put it that way, you make me sound terribly demanding,” I say, smiling as I close my eyes and rest against him.
“Being an anchor is demanding work,” he murmurs, lips brushing against my hair.
“Work.” I snort. “There’s a lot of things being an anchor involves, but I don’t know if I’d call any of them ‘work.’ The biggest task I have is putting up with the bullshit you spew on a regular—”
My words choke off as he cups my pussy and slicks a finger between my folds, rubbing my clit. “Watch what you say, sweet Faith. You don’t want me to punish you, do you?”
Oh lord. Aron’s definitely got a dominance streak and it comes out when he’s feeling frisky. Now I’m getting even more turned on. “Right here? In the bath?”
“You can bathe first,” he reassures me, and gives my pussy a pat as if telling it to be patient. “Are you hungry?”
“Is this a full-service bath? I am spoiled.” I slide deeper into the water, which means my hair is sticking to his chest, and his rock-hard thighs are beneath my arms. “But no, I can wait for now.”
Aron runs his fingers through my wet hair, then begins to soap it with a bar we borrowed from Yule
“Earth,” I correct. “And yes and no. We have ru
“But no war god to soap your body for you,” Aron says, and drags a handful of water over my breast.
Nope, he’s got a point there. I arch against his hand, smiling when he begins to tease my nipple into a hard point. For a guy that didn’t want to get involved, he’s been nothing but touchy-feely ever since, not that I mind. “I’d trade bubble baths for you every day.”
“Is there anything you miss?” He releases my breast and smooths soapy water over my shoulder. Is he washing me, then? Or just caressing? I sit up again, so he can do as he likes, and one big hand smooths up my back.
I moan at his touch, because it feels so good. “Hamburgers,” I murmur, hugging my knees and resting my cheek against them. “Big, fat, sloppy hamburgers. With cheese and extra pickles, mayo and mustard, tomatoes, lettuce, and a sesame seed bun. Bacon, too. Oh yeah, totally dripping with bacon.” And now I’m hungry.
Aron chuckles, rubbing the washcloth up and down my back. “It’s always food with you.”
“Hell yeah, it is. I’m always hungry. That’s your fault.” I smile.
His fingers dance up my spine, then the washcloth brushes at the cleft of my ass. “Because I keep you in my bed and use you until you are begging for relief? Because I make you come at least twice before I slake my own needs? Because I am not satisfied until your cunt clenches tight around my cock and pulls me deep?”
I suck in a breath at his words. “Well, there is that, but I meant I’m always hungry because I’m your anchor. I have to eat for both of us.” In fact, I could eat right now, but I’m too lazy to get out of the water, because it’s warm and a flirty, thoughtful Aron is irresistible as he washes me.
I love the sound of his lazy chuckle. It fills me with warmth even as he glides the cloth over my back. “Do you miss your world, then?”
I knew this question would come up eventually. If anything, I’m surprised he hasn’t asked sooner. I’m also a little surprised I haven’t thought about it more myself. Earth hasn’t been on my mind much in the last few days. My thoughts have been completely and utterly about Aron. “Do I miss Earth? I don’t know. I mean, I miss hamburgers and strawberry milkshakes and cars—remind me to tell you about cars sometime. But it’s more like that was the world I was familiar with. I knew Earth. I knew how to get around on Earth. I knew what I was doing, and I knew what my choices entailed. I feel out of my depth here, and some of the stuff Aos doesn’t have scares me a little. Like, say, health care. Do you guys follow the whole “slap a leech on it” method for sick people? Because I really can’t approve of that. And I shudder to think of what passes for a gynecologist in this world.”
Aron chuckles again. “Is that…a yes?”
“It’s an ‘I don’t know.’ It’s an ‘it’s complicated.’ I’m sure as time passes, there will be a lot of things I miss. But right now? Right here, I can’t think of anything.” I’m too lazy, too happy, too content to be in this bathtub with him, cradled between big thighs as he washes my back. “Is that a bad answer?”
“It’s an honest one,” he says, and then I feel him touch my shoulder, and he presses a kiss to it a moment later. “You can return to your world, you know.”
My heart gives a fu
“They are for most, but the Spidae are different. If anyone can sever the bond between a god and his mortal anchor, it would be them.”
This sounds perilously close to what the Spidae told me when I was alone with them…when they were trying to manipulate Aron and me both by separating us and questioning us. Why is this coming up now? I turn and give him a worried look. “Have you been talking to the Spidae, Aron? Did they tell you I need to go?”
He arches a brow at me, surprised at my vehement reaction. “No. I have not spoken to them. I have been at your side, remember?”
Right. He hasn’t left me alone in days. My speeding heart slows down a bit. “Good. I just…I don’t trust them.”
“No one does.” He gestures at his scarred chest. “Lean back so I can continue washing you.”
I start to, and then hesitate, biting my lip. “I don’t want to leave you, Aron. Not to go home. I’m with you until the end, until the day you leave me.”
His expression grows solemn, and he stares at my shoulders, carefully lifting my wet hair from my skin and easing it over one side. “Part of me wants this to be over, because I am powerless on this plane. I chafe at the idea that the High Father feels the need to ‘remake’ me because I was so broken before. But part of me…part of me wants this to go on forever. Just me and you, always.” And he reaches up and cups my face. “I do not know what happens after I win, Faith. I wish I did. I wish that was still in my memories, but I can see nothing of what happens once this is over.”
My heart aches. I know what happens. If the Spidae weren’t lying to me, it’s not good. None of this is good.
“But I am a god,” he continues, voice low but firm. “I am the lord of storms and god of battle. I will bring you to my side and keep you with me, always. You are mortal and unimportant to the rest of the world.” He squeezes the cloth over my shoulder, sending sudsy water down my skin. “But not to me. To me, you are everything.”
Everything but wi
“It will mean staying in my world,” Aron says as I settle in against his chest. He dips the cloth in the water and runs it over my breasts, giving my nipples extra-special attention so they stand up. “Would you stay here with me?”
“Always,” I tell him, and I mean it.