Ancient Thought by Viola Grace (literature books to read txt) 📗

He touched her hand and put the clasp in his hand, repairing it with a bit of focus. “That should do it.”

She put it back in place, and it held. “Thank you. So that... uh... big bird is you?”

“Simurgh, and yes.” He smiled, crouching close to her.

“How did you know where I was?”

“I asked Mathla, and I could feel that things were not comfortable for you, so I arrived to defend you, and you had already taken care of it. What did you hit him with?”

She grimaced. “The disk. I was about to start walking home as soon as I pried this leather webbing off.”

He cocked his head. “What?”

“Well, instead of the actual leather tunic and skirt that his people use, he likes to dress up the novices in weird leather lingerie. It is definitely uncomfortable.”

Yelfon nodded and got to his feet. “I will turn my back if you would like to remove it.”

She shrugged and got to her feet. She was about to unclasp the second side of her robes, and he was staring. “Um, you said you would turn around?”

His blue skin darkened, and he turned his back to her. She quickly unclasped her robes, untied the straps, and after a bit of fumbling, she started cursing.

“Having trouble?”

“Do you have a knife?”

“I wouldn’t put it past Aloth to rig the clothing for him to undo only.”

She winced and mumbled. “Great. Do you have a knife?”

He turned and held a knife toward her, paused as his gaze flicked over her, and then he said, “I can see the releases.”

“Really?” She looked at him, and he nodded.

“May I?” He hesitated while he waited.

“Please. I just want this stuff off.”

He nodded and reached out to the bands that were under her breasts. She couldn’t see them, but he jerked on the tabs, and the laces unravelled. She clasped the mess against her and blushed. He did the same on her hips, but the tabs for that were behind her and just below her hipbones. He jerked the closures, and the straps slithered loose again. He remained facing her, and she slowly looked up at him.

She exhaled slowly, and she asked, “What link between us?”

“You were remade with Dremarai genes. That makes the link easy.”

“Ah. So... you made the link?”

He nodded. “While you slept that first night. This is a difficult world to adapt to, and many of the ancients are unpleasant.”

“I have been warned against two.”

She stared up at him and bit her lip before she asked, “What would happen if I asked you for your hospitality?”

His smile was slow as his eyes lit up. “This.”

He cupped her jaw with one hand and pulled her against him. Her hands were trapped between them as he kissed her.

She gasped and opened her mouth to his. Three times in her life—before this moment—she had been kissed by a man who made her want immediate privacy and room service. None of those men had been her husband.

She pulled her hands out from between them and wrapped one arm around his back, and the other mirrored his as she cupped his jaw.

When he lifted his head, he smiled. “This is the hospitality of my body. It will continue until you are satisfied.”

Libby could feel the rest of what he had to offer pressed against her abdomen. “Do you object to the request?”

His response was to pull her against him. “I do not. It has been a few centuries, so please, bear with me. I might be a little over-excited.”

She smiled. “After being around the monks, a little excitement is welcome.”

He grinned, and she could see the sharp edge of his canines. He lifted her and swung her into his arms. The tangle of leather had shifted from coverage into knots around her waist and thighs.

He stepped off the edge of the steep ledge, and they dropped straight for about fifty feet before he landed lightly and walked into a cave that lit up as he entered it.

“This is where you live?”

He shrugged. “I sleep here when I need to. It is a piece of my history. I had a home like this once.”

He walked toward a set of sheer black curtains and elbowed them aside as he carried her inside. He set her on her feet and stripped the leather off her. “How is that?”

“Better. It was like he was breathing on me.” She shuddered.

He slipped her robe off her shoulders and smiled. “You are polished pearl all over.”

She blushed.

He wrapped his hands around her ribcage and thumbed her nipples. “Well, not here.”

He dropped to his knees with a thud, and he licked first one and then the other before wrapping his arms around her and holding her against him.

The strong sucking was sending lightning through her clit. Her breasts had always been her Achilles’ heel. She moaned softly and gasped in time to the suction. When her knees gave out, he took her weight with one arm while sliding his fingers between her thighs.

She bit her lip when he discovered that she was wet. He released her nipple from his lips and slowly looked up her body; his eyes were glowing white-hot.

With their eyes locked, he slid his fingers inside her and then added a third. He pressed her clit with his thumb, and she gasped, and her body bucked and shuddered while her inner muscles fluttered around him.

She was blinking as her vision swam, and he came back into clear focus. There was a hot smoulder in his gaze.

“You go off easily.”

She opened her mouth and closed it with a snap. “I know.”

He pulled her down to her knees and threaded a hand in her hair, kissing her softly. “What do you think about Dremarai hospitality so far?”

She whispered, “I still have a need.”

He grinned. “It is a matter of honour that I take care of your needs.”

“Well then... what are you waiting for?” Libby grinned.

Chapter Eight

She wrapped one leg around him as he thrust into her. There