“Do they have private showers in this place?” He looked over his shoulder at me, the hunger in his expression making my pulse skip several beats.
“No showers—other than those in the changing rooms—but there’s a spa room down at the end.”
“That’ll do nicely.”
His pace quickened as if he couldn’t get there fast enough. I trotted along after him, anticipation swirling.
The room itself was on the small side, meaning the kidney-shaped spa dominated the space, filling the air with its aromatic scent. They didn’t chlorinate the water here, as the smell tended to be too strong for many wolves. Instead, they’d installed huge rainwater-collection tanks under the building, and the spa was fully flushed and the water replaced every time the room was vacated.
He locked the door behind us, and the spa automatically came on, bubbling away merrily.
“I have to say,” I said, rinsing my mouth out with the thoughtfully provided mouthwash before stepping into the spa, “I was a little surprised that you allowed that wolf to dance with us. I had you figured for the jealous type.”
“Hardly.” He slid into the spa, his skin a gleaming gold in the soft lighting. He swam over to me, grabbed my hands, and pulled me toward him. “You forget how old I am. Let’s just say that I’ve indulged in more than my fair share of threesomes and orgies. They can be quite an erotic experience.”
I smiled and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling myself onto his lap as he sat down. The thick hardness of him settled between my legs but didn’t enter. I rocked back and forth, teasing him, teasing myself, as I placed gentle kisses on his chest and neck, then worked my way up to his lips and claimed them.
“It was hardly a threesome,” I said after a few minutes. “The poor fellow never actually fucked me.”
“But your mouth can do amazing things. I know this for a fact.”
I said, “Do you want me to work magic with my mouth right at this moment? Because it’s a little hard in the water.”
He slid his hands down to my hips and lifted me slightly, shifting on the seat so that, when I came back down, his cock speared me. “It most certainly is,” he said, a devilish smile teasing his lips and crinkling the corners of his eyes. “But I’d much prefer you to work magic with your body.”
So I did. And then he returned the favor tenfold. It still didn’t match the power of his kiss, but it blew away every other lover I’d ever had, and that was more than enough for me.
All in all, it was a lovely way to spend an afternoon.
“God,” I said, looking at the clock discreetly placed near the door. The one that said it was four forty-five. “I’m going to be horribly late if I don’t get moving.”
“Hmmmm,” he said, his concentration obviously more on the foot he was kneading than what I was actually saying.
Not that I was objecting, mind.
Although it was just as well we’d moved from the spa room to the jungle room an hour ago, because my foot—and the rest of me—would have resembled a prune by now.
But as much as I knew I had to go, I still had a reason to stay—a reason beyond the teasing, erotic sensations being caused by the light caress of his fingers.
“Do you know why a couple of Razan would be living in the city?”
He looked at me. “Are there Razan living in Melbourne?”
“Two of the men who attacked me wore the Razan tattoo, and one of them was apparently a half-Aedh.”
“Half-Aedh rarely become Razan.”
“Even if they don’t have Aedh powers?”
“Many half-breeds don’t get Aedh powers.” He began kneading my foot again. “And few of them ever have such depth of power that they feel fully Aedh, like you do.”
“Which doesn’t preclude the possibility that a half-breed could become Razan.”
“That is true.” His touch moved up my leg, his fingers light against my skin.
I licked my lips, the need to ask m
y questions warring with the need to just lie back and enjoy. “So, to repeat the question, why would there be Razan in the city?”