fanficfan84: It never ceases to thrill me when my writing can make someone's day. Even better, that you love the story because of the writing and Sabas is the yummy bonus. It always seems like some sort of miracle. I would love nothing better than for Sabas's character be signed over to me . . . so many delightful possibilities. There are elements I enjoy in so many of his roles he plays that make him stand out even before you recognize the actor and even when his role is minor. Underworld is really a prime example. I loved his character and it caught my attention even before I realized Craig was Sabas. That's beyond normal talent. It's awesome that you noticed the different pieces I've tried to incorporate to fill in the gaps and make him feel real to me. I'm even more thrilled you love Aleeria because damn there are some heroines I hate in more romance stories. I really wanted to write someone I'd want to be friends with. I love Moonlight. I'm sort of considering a crossover between Underworld, Moonlight and Blade somewhere down the line.
luthien587: I really wanted to capture all the inner dialogue and insecurities and excitements of a new relationship, particularly that first love and I wanted to do it from both sides without making either person seem weak, particularly Sabas. I have a bad habit of emasculating my male characters. It's not intentional, but it's easy to cross that line. I'm really trying to write Sabas as someone who is strong and vulnerable. Aw hell, I'm trying to write a believable male who isn't another likable Neanderthal. I'm glad you think that's working out so far. You'll have to keep me posted.
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I'm feeling a lot better now, thanks. Chains come off in the next one and it is already underway. Also, I love Spartacus: Blood and Sand. I know he's evil, but damn he's hot and still so good and being bad . . . I have an idea for a Glaber fanfic incubating in the corners of my mind and when I get another idea for it, I write it down. One of these days, I might get it up on here, but for now, I'm going to stick with Sabas for awhile. I don't want to start a third story until I finish this one and my POTC story that I've been neglecting.
Nannerpuss: I'm so glad you found my story and are enjoying it! I look forward to hearing how you enjoy the rest. Yes, Erika is the one from the first underworld movie. I am so excited about the 4th movie! Thanks for the heads up, I didn't realize it had moved back rumor status. I love Lucian and raze. I hope that somehow they bring them back in more than flashbacks and bring Sabas in too.
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A/N: I'm sorry this took so long. I'm taking a class through the end of this month and the homework is insane. Thank you for all your reviews. Your support, encouragement, and awesome feedback are invaluable. I'll say it over and over, but I mean it down to my marrow every time. It helped me stay focused and encouraged while this chapter came together. As a point of interest, if anyone is interested, I really struggled to put together a chapter with the right balance of sexual tension, emotional underlying tension and set up the chapters to come. So much more to tell . . .
Chapter 9: Making the Room Disappear
[Scandalous/ Strictly Physical/Too Lost in You/Perfect lover/ooh baby/lick/carryout]
Aleeria felt a heat build under her skin as she finished scrubbing down the room that was part anticipation and part shyness under Sabas's smoldering stare. Something was changing in the room again. She'd forgotten all about Erika once more under the feel of his eyes on her. They snuck secret smiles at each other while Aleeria finished scrubbing the floor.
Aleeria began to notice there was a gleam in Sabas's eyes when he looked at her, a quirk to his lips that was full of mischief. "You look like you have a naughty secret." Aleeria teased, her eyes honing in on him.
Sabas couldn't help the smile that lit up his eyes while he returned her gaze. "Perhaps I do."
"Would you like to share it with me?"
"Maybe," he replied, teasing out the word.
"Maybe," she repeated, matching his tone. "What do I need to do to hear this secret?"
"Trust me," he replied simply.
"All right," Aleeria agreed.
Sabas cocked his head. "Are you done with your work?"
"Nearly," Aleeria replied, her breath coming more quickly.
"Finish your work and then tell Lucian to keep visitors away as you will be taking your bath presently."
Aleeria watched him carefully caught somewhere between curiosity and the thrall of Sabas's grey blue eyes. "And after I do, will you tell me your secret?"
"After you do those things, I will tell you more." Sabas replied mysteriously.
Aleeria let herself swirl in his eyes a moment before returning to her work. She finished with the floor, carefully pouring the rest of the water down the drain. Then she moved towards the tub. She ran a slender finger through the still water. It felt perfect. She turned back to Sabas who was still watching her like a lion with prey in his sights. "I'll tell Lucian to keep the hallway clear." She managed a saucy smile, no easy feat with him watching her with those predator's eyes.
"I'll be waiting anxiously for your return. Don't be long." The hunger in his eyes was hypnotic.
Aleeria nodded and left the room, marveling again at the tone of command that came into his voice even while he was for all intents and purposes immobilized. His tone possessed a compelling power that she wasn't sure she could resist even if she had the desire to. It was a startling realization and she wondered softly why she wasn't more concerned. She supposed the simple answer was the basic and inexplicable trust that she felt for him, but it was still quite staggering, as even vampires could not compel her, thought she hid that fact well.
Sabas noted that Aleeria was in far better spirits than she had been. No longer could he scent fear and worry. No, indeed not. Now, he scented precisely what he needed for his aims to be successful. If he wanted her to desire him enough to keep out thoughts of anyone else, Aleeria needed to associate him with pleasant memories, not anxious ones. The honeyed scent beginning to waft from her before she left the room signaled to him that her mind was almost where he needed it to be for his plan to work.
Out in the shadowy hallway, she thought she saw shadows moving at the end of the hallway again, but again when Lucian started down the hallway towards her, he was alone.
"Aleeria," he greeted. "What can I do for you?"
"I know you heard enough of my Mistress's orders to know I have been instructed to bathe myself after such a long day of filthy work."
"Of course," he replied, barely repressing laughter.
"I'm going to do so now as my other tasks are completed and would most appreciate it if you would see to it that I am not disturbed. I don't care to be gawked at or interrupted while I bathe."
Lucian nodded, the laughter escaping into his eyes. "It will be done to the best of my ability. If someone does feel the need to impose, I assure you that I will accompany them and see that you are given the courtesy of a knock at the door."
Aleeria nodded. It was by far the best she could hope for. "I appreciate your efforts on my behalf, Lucian. It will not be forgotten."
She returned to the interrogation room and locked the door behind her.
"You're very brave indeed locking yourself in here with a Lycan," Sabas rumbled.
Aleeria smiled coyly at him. "Perhaps I am." She took another step closer. "Well, I did as you asked. Now will you tell me your secret?"
"Perhaps. Come closer." Sabas commanded.
Compelled almost beyond her ability to stop herself, Aleeria moved towards him. When she stood in front of him, his stare seemed to make the rest of the room evaporate. Dimly she heard his voice tell her to come closer still. "I will tell you my secret now, but I have to whisper it to you. It is a secret after all." Aleeria did so, bending her head so Sabas could whisper into her ear, his breath a caress over her sensitive skin.
"Dear Aleeria, the secret of my smile is this: I have thought of a delightful way to repay you for your kindness to me in my time of suffering. I will perform a magic trick. I will make this room disappear for you." He nuzzled his nose into the soft hollow of her cheek.
Never in her life had she imagined that the word suffering could hold so much erotic connotation. Aleeria shivered and began to lean up against his shoulder as he continued to whisper in her ear. Her legs would no longer support her fully. How had he spun her emotions so quickly from nerves and insecurity to dizzy with lust?
"Really?" She murmured against his chest. "And how are you going to do that? You're still all chained up." She couldn't quite keep the note of frustration out of her voice.
Sabas chuckled, vibrating her head against his chest. "I intend to tell you a story of sorts. This story will detail to you exactly what I would do to repay your kindness if I were unchained. What I intend to do still when we have the proper opportunity."
Aleeria shuddered against him. "And what will I do while you tell me this story?"
"You will take your bath and participate in the story," Sabas purred into her ear.
"How?" She asked nearly breathless, not daring to look into his eyes, her entire awareness swallowed up by the texture of his voice.
"I will ask you questions and you will answer them. I will tell you to do certain things with those skilled hands of yours and you will do them." His tongue slowly traced the outer edge of her ear before nipping gently on the lobe. "Does this sound like a story you would like to hear?"
"Oh yes, very much," she moaned.
Sabas sucked lightly on her ear lobe, eliciting more moans. "Will you trust me and participate in the story as I instruct you to?"
Aleeria nodded. What else could she do? She trusted him in a way she trusted no one else and she was deep under the spell of his voice. He was working magic in the room already it seemed. "I will. What should I do first?"
He could hear her breathing become ragged as she continued to lean against him. It helped to distract Sabas from the lack of sensation he felt in his arms. He was going to be supremely worn out by the time Sabine finally had him let down. He forced his thoughts away from that for now. There would be time enough to worry about such things later. For now, he wanted to keep his focus on Aleeria and off the deep and increasing pains in his own body. "First, tell me how are you feeling Fair Captor?"
"I feel so strange." Aleeria murmured softly.
"Tell me," he cajoled lightly.
"I feel tingly and unfocused, and on fire and so excited I feel like I could burst. I feel a sort of restless hunger inside me." She curled herself into him, absently stroking at his wool-covered chest.
"I hope to sate that hunger, for awhile anyway," Sabas promised.
"Where shall I start?"
He eyed her with pleased speculation. What did he want her to unveil first? "I want you to start by taking your hair back down. It's so beautiful; long and soft and dark. I was most disappointed when you had to put it back up when Lucian brought us our dinner."
Aleeria warmed and began to slowly take the pins back out of her hair, keeping her eyes locked on Sabas's the whole time. Her hair fell in long, dark waves around her face and shoulders. She could see his enjoyment of her released hair in his eyes. It felt like a silken cloak around her, protecting her, making her feel braver. Her attention slid into his enthralling gaze and she leaned in, softly brushing her lips over his. They both sighed at the contact, the intimacy of the feather touch and she took one step forward to steady herself.
He loved the way her hair looked wrapped around her face and upper body, backlit by the fire and glowing. She looked otherworldly with her hair down, like a pleasantly surprised goddess that found herself in an unexpected, yet serendipitous situation. From the mischievous gleam growing in her eyes, Sabas guessed his goddess intended to take full enjoyment of this state of affairs. When she kissed him then it only made him feel more like he'd stepped into a dream, a wonderful liquid dream; the kind that pulls and submerses, that slides into your blood and breath and being, drowning you sweetly into surrender. Then she took a step forward and brushed her body against his wool-covered length that was starting to quest out to her once more. The groan it tore from them both was a jolt, but instead of jumping back, they lightly rubbed their foreheads together, taking steadying mingled breaths.
"Go to the bath, moving slowly. You must move slowly unless I tell you otherwise," Sabas demanded softly, his voice ragged.
Aleeria nodded understanding. If she moved to quickly, it would break her out of the spell he was casting. She moved to the tub, behind the screen, casting Sabas a backwards glance behind half-lidded lashes. Illuminated as she was by the firelight, she looked like a fire sprite to him and she cast her own spell on him. She held his gaze until he recovered his tongue enough to continue.
"Now, unlace your dress."
Aleeria nodded slowly before turning her attention to the blue linen of her dress. She was grateful her clothing choice had been simple that day. She was certain anything more complex would have eluded her at this point as her hands were already trembling. Her blue linen dress laced up the front from the waist before flaring out. She worked the black cotton laces free and let the lacing hang from the last two holes. Her eyes drifted up to his again and she watched his tongue slide briefly over his lips.
"Take the dress of Aleeria, slowly." His voice was rougher still as he watched her silhouette through the screen.
She slid the sleeves down off her shoulders and let her dress fall to the floor. Then she picked it up and hung it off the side of the nearest table, stepping out from behind the screen for a moment in only her chemise. Sabas's eyes widened. There was a wet spot the size of a hand print on the bottom of Aleeria's skirt.
"My dear Aleeria, your skirt seems to be a bit, ah, wet."
She looked it over, forgetting that she was dressed only in her chemise and saw what he was talking about. There was indeed a wet spot on the back of her dress. Reflexively, Aleeria felt the back of her chemise, and found a matching wet spot, larger than the first, leaving her in no doubt as to how she had acquired the spot. It was no wonder really with as worked up as Sabas had her. She was entirely drunk on her want of him. She'd experienced the something similar while watching him in the yard. Still, she felt embarrassed admitting such a thing. "I must have sat in water when I was cleaning your pants," Aleeria lied, blushing.
Sabas could smell the lie of it though. She'd wanted him enough that he could not only smell, it but see it. That vision of seeing how much she'd wanted him would stay with him for many lonely nights to come. His eyes contracted as the knowledge and implications rippled through him. He could misinterpret her words, her tone, even some of her body language, but this was undeniable proof, that whatever else was or wasn't there between them, she wanted him, apparently rather desperately, and he could build on that. Sabas saw the basket Sabine had Erika bring to Aleeria on the corner of the table nearest to him. "Get the basket your Mistress left you and tell me what's inside." He instructed.
Aleeria did as he asked; her awareness of how thin her chemise was grew with every step she took towards him. She felt the moment was suddenly more intimate, as the only time she usually walked around in naught but her chemise was when she went to bed and her bed was a place she often imagined Sabas and his hands on her. "There are two towels, a wash cloth, a bar of soap, and a robe," she detailed obediently. All in all, doing as she was told was certainly a game she was good at, even if it had never been under circumstances such as these before. She wondered momentarily if Sabine had any idea that Aleeria's day might turn out this way. Then she saw Sabas's makeshift tunic tenting out in front of him and her mind went blank with renewed desire. All she could think about was the feel of his hardened flesh under her fingers.
Fortunately, Aleeria was unaware that with the firelight shining into the room, Sabas was able to see a perfect silhouette of her naked body under her white chemise in greater detail than the screen allowed and more than that, as she came closer, he could see right through the thin material. His mouth began to water and he found it increasingly difficult to swallow. Sabas choked a little trying to clear his throat to continue his instructions. He wanted desperately to tell her to come over to him and put her hands on him, but he resisted. This time it was about her needs, not his. "Take the basket to the tub and put it within arm's reach," He began, trying not to let his eyes cross as he noticed the way the chill in the room so far from the fire made her nipples more obvious through her chemise.
Aleeria took a few deliberate breaths and gave him a small smile as she moved back behind the screen. It was all she could do not to bury her head back into the contents of the basket and release another scream, but this one of raw want and frustrated need. Damn those chains, she cursed inwardly. She put the basket down in arm's reach of the bath, and turned expectantly to Sabas. "Now what would you like me to do my prisoner?"
Sabas made a sound in his throat that sounded like a poorly repressed growl. "Ah . . . is the water warm enough?"
Aleeria dipped a finger into the water and ran it from one side to the other and then licked the water off slowly, her eyes on his the whole time. She had a sudden desire to make him burn as she burned. He didn't disappoint her as he closed his eyes for a moment before responding and made more unintelligible sounds. "It's perfect." She answered in a sultry tone.
"Take off your chemise." His voice was a low growl.
Aleeria nodded and after a final back ward glance turned back to the fire and slowly lifted the chemise over her head and let it drop beside her dress.
"Are you wearing anything else that should not go into the bath Aleeria?"
Aleeria looked down at herself. Only her stockings remained and her pantalettes and she told Sabas as much.
"Take those off as well." He instructed. Aleeria raised an eye brow and bend over to comply while Sabas watched her very revealing shadow. "Now, slowly get into the bath tub, and be careful not to slip."
Aleeria stood free of her discarded clothes and lifted one leg over the lip of the tub, gripping the sides tightly. The water was just shy of being too hot. It felt amazing. Her skin had gotten colder than she realized, moving about the room in next to nothing. She sighed deeply, sinking into the bath.
Sabas watched her descend into the tub closely; noticing that when she stood briefly with one foot in the tub before the rest of her body followed he could almost see the fully-bared curve of her breasts over the top edge of the screen. His blood rushed through him, hot and demanding. When he could see her body sink beneath the edge of the tub, he took a few moments to calm himself before continuing. He heard her sigh in contentment as she slid beneath the surface of the water. "Does the water feel good Aleeria?"
Aleeria sighed again, her eyes closed. "Yes. It feels wonderful. I was getting rather cold standing in my chemise."
"I noticed," Sabas chuckled.
Aleeria let out a nervous chuckle, blushing behind the screen. "I see. It seems little escapes your notice."
"Not where a beautiful almost naked woman is concerned, no," he confessed guilelessly. If she had any idea how true that was . . . How many years he'd watched her and noticed no others . . .
"I should tell you that your reaction to my chilled skin was quite noticeable as well." She teased back.
Sabas chuckled. "I should think so. As I said, males have a much more obvious sign of interest."
"Indeed you do. I like it," she murmured, her breath shimmering over the water like fog.
"I liked seeing you in naught but your chemise." He murmured back. "I'd like to see you without it as well, but I digress. Tell me Aleeria do you ever touch yourself when you bathe?"
A giggle tore out of her throat. Her skin felt hot and nervy from his words more than the water. "To wash myself, of course." She replied. She had no an idea where Sabas was going with this game, but she was excited to let it play out.
"What about for pleasure?"
"Not in the bath," Aleeria replied playfully.
"But you have at other times?" He pressed lightly, matching her tone.
"Yes."
"When?"
"Before bed," and in my tower when I watch you, she added silently. "To help me sleep," she explained. And to make me dream of you, she thought.
"Do you ever think about someone in particular when you do this?"
"Yes." She thought about him. Aleeria only ever thought about Sabas in that way.
Sabas wanted to ask Aleeria if she thought of him when she touched herself, but he didn't want to hear her answer if it was "no" or even if it was "sometimes," so he moved on. "When you touch yourself, does it satisfy you, the way you satisfied me earlier?"
Aleeria thought back, "Yes, it does, for awhile."
He chuckled. "Aleeria, you know that I would like to touch you if I were free, to ease the hunger you feel."
"I know you do."
"I will tell you the things I would do to you now if I could." Sabas was careful to phrase it in that way because while a part of his mind was even now considering how much he'd like to bury himself inside her that was hardly a course of action he could pursue yet even if he were free. Aleeria was nervous enough about being seen naked. It would have been much too soon in their relations to actually do the things parts of him so desperately wanted to. Sabas knew he was fortunate things had progressed as far and as fast as they had. "I want you to first wet the wash cloth your Mistress left you and lather a thick layer of soap onto it."
Aleeria bent herself over the side of the tub to reach into the basket, giving Sabas a perfect view of the silhouetted curves of her backside while she reached for the soap and wash cloth. When she was done lathering the cloth, the soap slid out of her hands sinking to the bottom of the tub.
"Imagine that I am there with you in the bath tub, facing you," he continued.
She felt like lightening had struck the water. The very idea of her Lycan sitting in the water across from her, of him being in the water with her, naked and with his furless tail at attention made her feel like the water was electrified. It felt so real. Her mind was so ready to make it real for her, desperate to. She could almost feel the slide of his wet, muscular legs moving beside her own.
"Now imagine that I am washing your legs one at a time, starting with the left."
Aleeria slid the wash cloth over her feet, her legs. She moved through her waking dream, languidly, savoring every imagined touch, careful not to miss a spot, going entirely by sensation as she kept her eyes closed so she could see Sabas washing her. He talked her through washing her legs, feet, but he steered clear of the places she really wanted him to touch first.
"Now imagine that I've moved to sit behind you in the tub."
Aleeria shivered pleasantly, her hear thudding as she imagined the feel of his chest sliding against her bare back. In her mind, it was his hands that washed her back, her face and hair. She could feel his fingers combing lightly against her scalp and his fingers lingering over the curves and dips of her face, brushing gently over her lips and she remembered the feel of his lips sliding over hers. Then she imagined Sabas sliding the cloth down her neck and shoulders towards the places she wanted him, but he had her wash her hands and arms then slide down her sides instead. When Sabas told her to slide the cloth down her sides, he told her to graze the edges of her breasts before sliding down to her belly. Aleeria made frustrated sounds of protest. "Sabas, please." She pleaded.
"Perhaps I should tease you further as you teased me," he replied, thinking of when she had washed him.
"You've teased me enough," She argued, her own voice growing rougher. Aleeria nearly told Sabas that his very being there was teasing enough, but she wasn't quite brave enough to say those words aloud, not matter how true they were. She heard his low chuckle and then Sabas told her to move the cloth back up to wash her chest and moaned in relief. Her waking dream felt more real as she drew on her recent memories of his actual touch on her breasts. She could feel Sabas slide the cloth over her rounded flesh, caressing and teasing her, massaging and gently plucking at her until she was breathless with need.
While Sabas spoke to Aleeria, his eyes tracked her hungrily. He watched the outlines of her long, rounded legs coming out of the water as she washed them each in turn, imagining how they would feel if he could slide his hands up them. Once he'd finished having her cleaning all the more innocuous parts of her body and moved his instructions to her chest, Sabas heard, clearly, her heavy relieved sigh and saw her briefly turn her head his way. He hoped her mind was where his was, those blissful stolen minutes when he had actually touched her there earlier. He could no longer smell her deliriously entrancing scent; all he could smell was wood fire and lavender soap, but he could still hear the pounding of her heart and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. It made him grateful once more for his keen Lycan hearing and Sabas wondered how he could have ever cursed being turned from man to beast.
"And now my dear Aleeria, now, lather soap onto the cloth again as you did for me," his tone leaving her in no doubt of his intentions.
She did as he asked and began to move according to his instructions. Aleeria's hands trembled with nerves and need as sought out the bar of soap in the water. She found it at last between her thighs, nudging up against her and smiled, giggling lightly as she imagined it was Sabas nudging the soap against her. She built a thick lather onto the cloth. "I'm ready."
A low laugh rumbled in his belly. By now, she was very ready Sabas was sure. "Now, take the cloth and guide it across your thighs. Then back and forth between them, slowly making your way higher until you reach the place where your thighs join."
Aleeria followed his words with her the soapy cloth in her hands, imagining his hands gliding up her legs. She imagined his water slick arms wrapped around her as one hand dipped between her thighs and the other began to swirl around one plump pink nipple and then the other. She'd touched herself in a similar way before when thinking of Sabas, but never when entirely naked in the intimacy of her bath nor had she ever seen or felt him around her so clearly. His voice became flesh and that flesh became pleasure, wave after wave of pleasure.
"Slide one finger free of the cloth between you thighs. Tell me what you feel like, so I can imagine I am touching you as you are imagining that I am touching you." Sabas pleaded huskily.
Aleeria followed his instructions, sliding her middle finger then the two flanking ones between her legs, spreading them wider to give her better access. She'd never felt so aroused in her entire life. "I feel hot and slippery," she whispered, feeling self-conscious. "Like melted butter," she sighed into the steam-filled air around the tub.
Sabas closed his eyes and sighed. He could almost feel her parting under his questing fingers, her skin quivering under his touch. Aleeria would feel so good wrapped around him. His awareness momentarily disappeared in that thought before returning his attention to her pleasure in the here and now. "Put the cloth where your fingers are and begin to move the cloth slowly back and forth."
The water rippled around her, and then it began to boil from her movements. Small waves crashed against the sides and spilled over onto the stone floor where they hissed in from of the fire. Sabas could see the outline of her breasts as her body arched over the lip of the tub. He told her to move faster, her breathing becoming gasps and cries, her sweet voice moaning as her hips undulated and her hand moved faster.
The world spun away until there was only the waves of water and ecstasy and the relentless low commands in his voice. Aleeria didn't hear herself cry out when she came for his voice. She didn't know when she stopped moving her hands and merely held the cloth against herself, barely consciousness. She only knew she'd needed that moment beyond thought or reasons and she wanted it again with him. She wanted him with a desperate hunger that startled her enough that she couldn't ignore it, but not enough to chase the feeling away. In her half conscious state, she could feel Sabas surround her with sensation.
When awareness returned, she turned her head towards Sabas. Aleeria could see the look in his eyes, awed and hungry. She understood what he'd meant about his hunger for her being only temporarily sated. She already wanted him again. "Is anyone coming?" She breathed softly.
"No." Sabas looked at her curiously, wondering what she was up to.
"Good, I'm getting out."
Aleeria held the cloth tightly against herself with one hand and got slowly out of the tub while steadying herself with her other hand. The movement of getting out of the tub combined with the placement of her hand sent new and distracting waves of pleasure through her. Then she put on the waiting bath robe and walked over to him, cloth in hand. She couldn't feel the cold of the floor any longer, all she could feel was the invisible cord of raw need pulling her towards Sabas. He looked as desperate as ever and she could see where the fabric tented distinctively below his waist. Aleeria moved carefully, brushing her lips over his and nuzzling her cheek against his affectionately. "Thank you, that was wonderful, but it seems that you are suffering once more."
"Indeed I am. It seems your skills of torture are such that you no longer need lay a finger on me to see to my torment." Sabas replied, his voice strained.
"Let me ease it once more," Aleeria murmured into his ear in low, seductive tones that made all his resolve that this time it was about her needs and not his own, melted away. She lifted aside the wool blanket to give herself access to his furless tail once more. Using the cloth still slick with her moisture and the soapy lather, Aleeria wrapped the warm, wet cloth around his intoxicatingly solid length.
Sabas shuddered, feeling the warmth from her thighs, still radiating from the cloth, surround him. It was almost as good as he imagined being inside her would be. Sabas closed his eyes, feeling the cloth move against him, slippery with her wetness, made more plentiful by her wanting for him, the pleasure he'd given to her. The thought of it pushed him back over the edge as surely as her motions and her nearness. When he cried out once more, Aleeria nuzzled her face into his cheek again, kissing him again and stroked his face.
"Your future mate will be a very fortunate Lycan indeed. That's another I owe you," Sabas promised softly.
"Just don't forget it." Aleeria whispered into his ear, giving it a bold lick along the edge.
"You have my word on that." Sabas replied gruffly affectionate. "Is there more that I can do for you now?"
Her body still shook from his 'bath time story.' "I'm not sure my fragile human body can handle much more." The aftershocks of her orgasm still shuddered through her like a pulse.
"Then some things will just have to wait until I make you a Lycan like me."
The promise in his words tore through her as surely as her release had and Aleeria merely nodded in response, unable to do more. She clung to him for awhile until her body felt calmer.
The sun was going down. They could both feel it and they knew they had little time before they were interrupted again. Better to finish things for the day on their own terms. She kissed him again slow and lingering on the feel and flavor of his mouth before beginning to get dressed in her clean clothes.
"I need to get dressed now and tell my Mistress that you are ready for clothes," Aleeria explained quietly. "You'll be free soon."
"I'm very much looking forward to that." He watched her move away from him, his eyes tracking her keenly.
"As am I," she agreed, moving back behind the screen to change.
A/N: Whew, is it hot in here, or is it just Sabas? I love that Lycan . . . The chains come off next for the next chapter. Sorry this last chapter took so long. The rest of the chapters will hopefully come along more quickly. Chapter 10 is already underway.