“Let them,” he growled, sitting up long enough to snatch the oil I hadn’t seen him bring along when he moved us to the bed. He poured a liberal amount into his palm, wrapping it around both our cocks, and I saw stars when he stroked again with the slippery oil to ease the way. “Let them know who takes care of you.”
“Orthorr!” I practically sobbed, bucking my hips into his slick grasp. The feel of his cock against mine was almost too much, and I couldn’t stop moving even if I wanted to. My hips thrustup into his palm, my fingers dug into the bedding, and my neck arched as my body tightened in warning of my incoming release. It was too fast, too soon, I didn't want it to end, but no one had ever touched me like Orthorr was touching me, and it was more than my mind could handle.
“Cedric,” he growled. “Look at me.”
My eyes flew open, locking on his just as my release crested. I couldn’t look away as I came harder than I ever had in my life, feeling almost like my soul left my body for a long moment before slamming back into me again.
“Ah! Ravsol, I–” Orthorr cut himself off, his expression twisted as he watched me fall apart. It seemed to set him off because he grunted, and I felt the splash of his release hit my skin moments before he collapsed on top of me, the heavy weight of him making me gasp. I didn’t let him move away, though. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, squeezing tightly, and couldn’t make myself let go. I worried if I did, I’d wake up from this fever dream, and it would all disappear like a desert mirage.
CHAPTER TEN
ORTHORR
I knew I needed to get up and clean up the mess, but Cedric held so tightly to me, I assumed he needed a moment. Sliding my hands underneath him, I wrapped my arms around him, turning my face to bury my nose in his hair. My heart still thundered in my ears and fatigue dragged at my senses. I hadn’t come that hard in years. I hadn’t realized how much it would take out of me to do so.
“Ravsol?” I murmured when he tightened his grip around my shoulders just a little more. “Are you alright?”
“Mm.”
His grip on me meant I couldn’t sit up to look at him without taking away his comfort, but I worried perhaps I’d gone too far. I told him I’d take it slow for him, I thought I was reading him well enough, but perhaps I was wrong. I shouldn’t have pushed so soon. He’d only experienced his first kiss a few hours earlier. Dragging him into my bed was too quick.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have–”
He jolted, finally releasing me so I could look up at him. “Sorry for what? That was amazing, Orthorr. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
Pressing my lips together, I shifted to lean on one elbow so I could stroke my fingers through his hair and along his jaw. “Then why do you cling to me, ravsol? I worried I upset you.”
He shook his head, his cheeks turning red, and his eyes avoiding mine as he admitted, “I was worried if I let go, I’d wake up, and it would have all been a dream. It feels like a dream. My life has never been this amazing. I’m afraid if I don’t hold onto it, it’ll all disappear.”
My heart twisted at his confession, and I gathered him close again, rolling us onto our sides so I didn’t crush him with my weight. When I tucked his head under my chin, he made a happy noise, melting against my chest.
“If it is a dream, then we are dreaming together. I would not wish to wake if it weren’t real.”
He groaned, rubbing his face against me. “And you’re a romantic, too? How am I supposed to resist that?”
I chuckled, lifting his chin to press a soft kiss against his lips. “Don’t resist, my ravsol. Just let me cherish you as you deserve.”
He let out another soft happy sound, and when I kissed him again, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, keeping me from releasing him. I didn't move away until I was sure he knew it wasn’t a dream, and the intimate moment we shared together was real.
I’d heard my clan brothers complain enough to know I couldn’t let us fall asleep with our release still on our skin, so after Cedric started to drift off, I moved away long enough to grab a cloth and some water to clean him up. He huffed a sleepy laugh when I wiped his belly, squirming a little, and opened his eyes just enough to give me an accusing look.
“You’re tickling me,” he murmured.
“I’m sorry, ravsol. I was trying to be gentle. Go back to sleep.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose on your space–”
“I’m sure,” I reassured him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Get some rest.”
He sighed, melting into the bedding, and soft snores told me he was asleep moments later. I smiled at the sleeping man in my bed, silently thanking Tessa for knocking sense into me. I could practically see her smug smile as I closed my eyes. She would definitely say she told me so if she had the chance.
“Clan leader! An urgent message has arrived!”
The call yanked me out of sleep. I sat up suddenly, frowning at the sunlight beating on the side of my tent already. I must have slept in. I hadn’t done so in many years.
My sharp movements must have woken Cedric as well because he blinked up at me sleepily, his brows drawn together in confusion. “What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “Stay here. I’ll look into it.”