Miatta
He might have been wearing his pelt but I could feel his organ pushing at me. He was hard and I didn't have to look down to know.
“Get off me, you big brute,” I scolded, pushing at his broad chest but he only smiled foolishly and lowered his lips to mine. It rested on mine lightly and remained that way, teasing the hell out of me. I wasn't aware when I let my thighs slide open and he laid between them, pressing himself close to home. He took possession of my fists and held them to his bed, high above my head.
“Do you know how lovely you look when you frown?” His stupid comment took me by surprise and my mouth hung open. He held my wrists captive with one hand and trailed his big, callused fingers down my cheek. “I would kiss you but I'm afraid you would bite me instead.”
“I will just so you know,” I threatened, baring my teeth to backup my words. He nibbled on my earlobe and licked it immediately, heat engulfing between my legs. He did it again and again until I almost went up in flames.
“Lucas,” I managed to say, “you. . . you have to get ready for the contest.”
“It starts in the evening. I have time,” he insisted, breathing hot air into my ears. His clever fingers left my cheek and fisted my hair, baring my throat for inspection. “I am a prince. I have all the time in the world.”
I thought of everything I could say to get him off me. I was in the last days of my heat period and I wanted to finish off as a virgin. I opened my mouth and the words that came out were: “But you stink.”
He froze on top of me, meeting my eyes eventually. “I stink?”
It seemed to be working and I capitalized on my lie, my tongue loosening up at last. “Yes, you do and I can't stand it. You really need a shower.” I cast my gaze sideways, not wanting him to see the dishonesty in my eyes. He stood over me motionlessly, presumably going over what I had said to him. A lock fell over his eye, concealing a part of his manly beauty. His animalistic essence was magnetic, his lips pouted in thought. I tugged on my hands but he tightened his grip, reminding me that he was in charge. Finally, he jumped off me in a manner that would make a monkey blush and ran his fingers through his greasy hair. I left the bed at once and stood at a corner. The silence was awkward until he broke it with his soothing bass.
“You might be right though a little too blunt. Very well, I will take a shower. Go prepare one for me,” he ordered and began to strip again. I spun around on the balls of my heels, yelpimg.
“I am not a maid and I will not prepare your bath! I'm not even sure I know how to!”
“You can't make a bath or you won't? Yvette was rather skilled at it. I miss her hands going down me and grabbing me. . .”
“Shut up!” I screamed, neither interested in hearing how Yvette had pleasured him in the past nor willing to have such imagery in my head. Jealousy ran hot in my veins and my eyes were burning with it. “I will make the stupid bath!” I stormed out of his room but not before I heard his mocking laughter.
Lucas
She was quick with the preparation, a sullen frown on her face. Perhaps I had teased her too much but she had insulted me first, rudely calling me out on my hygiene. She was not wrong though yet it had pricked at my pride. No other female would have had the confidence to say those words but my status obviously meant nothing to her. Strangely, I was pleased that she was not intimidated by me unless in bed, of course. I laid naked underneath the lukewarm water, watching her move around like a bothered hen. She tried very hard to keep her eyes from wandering to my bare chest. She had insisted that I went under the bathwater before she came into the shed and not wanting to push her excessively, I did as she wished.
“I'll wait outside. Don't drown in there,” she quipped cheekily and passed by the water. I grabbed her swinging arm and restricted her movement. She rolled her eyes to the heavens and stomped her feet angrily.
“Will you stop finding excuses to touch me?! What do you want from me now?”
I glanced behind me at the rough soap she had left within my reach and glanced back at her, grinning widely. Her eyes widened in understanding and soon, she was fighting me.
“No! I have had it up to here!” she gestured at her throat, shaking in anger. “I prepared the bath and I'm sure you can help yourself. You are royalty, not incapacitated!” She thrashed around, unaware of the time I let go of her arm and stared at her in amazement. Her dark hair broke loose from the rope she had bound it in, running down her dainty shoulders and her back. She resembled an enraged goddess, ready to sprout fire from the depths of her belly and it was in that moment that I fell heavily in love with her. She was mad at me but I was lost in adoration of her curvaceous body. My lower body became aware of her and swelled with shameless need. I reached for the soap and placed it in her palm, daring her to do away with it.
She suddenly went silent, her angry eyes cooling suspiciously. I would have given anything to know what was going on in her head.
“As you wish, my Lord,” she dutifully responded and curtsied gracefully. I was pleased by her change of mien but equally wary of the sudden change. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I leaned back into the wooden tub, my hands resting on the rims. She went on her knees and started her scrubbing from my hands. She twirled the soap in slow circles on my shoulders, sliding down to my wrist and back, saying nothing as she went along. She stubbornly remained at the top half of my body, scrubbing away with the scentless bar of soap. She dragged it to my neck, went behind me and soaped my hair with lazy strokes that soothed all my headaches away. I sighed, sliding further into the water as she massaged the suds into my hair, fisting it at times and dragging her fingers through it like a makeshift comb. It was then I realized that she was stalling on purpose.