Chapter 14
Eva
I needed to freshen up, and the bathroom in my section of the suite was glorious. The whole space was done in some kind of iridescent, pale stuff that looked like a mix of mother-of-pearl and opal. It was like walking into a gigantic jewel, almost enough to jolt me out of my anger and frustration at being so very wrong about Raevu. Almost.
How could someone so hot be so arrogant and thick-headed?
I knew that looks and smarts didn’t always go hand in hand, but he and I had spoken a couple of times. He hadn’t seemed stubborn then. Yet talking to him directly had reminded me of trying to break through a brick wall by repeatedly banging my head against it…it was painful.
I took a long soak in the enormous, pearly tub, enjoying the way it loosened me up and distressed me. Meanwhile, I mulled over how to get through to Raevu. It seemed we would be spending a lot of time together, and we needed to get along.
Besides, things were quickly getting weird, and we would have to work together to deal with it. I still couldn’t process that we’d actually shared a dream. How else could he have known about the “many mates” statement? I’d never even shared that fear with Laura or Ivy. I’d only ever voiced that worry to him in my…our…dream.
And then there was my body’s traitorous reaction to him. I was attracted to him, and my desire kindled the moment I saw him. I took a deep breath and forced myself to set my frustrated desires aside while I cleaned myself then brushed out my thick hair. I was still thinking about him when I wrapped myself in a spa robe from the linen closet and left the bathroom.
I was still weak, so, occasionally, I used the backs of the furniture to help my balance. Reaching the bedroom door, I sighed at the lovely view of the bed covered in a white and gold damask duvet, flanked by nightstands that each held a regal-looking lamp.
Against the wall was a monitor screen and an extremely comfortable-looking deep brown chair with an ottoman. Why there would be a chair facing the bed, I had no idea, but I knew I would soon be on very good terms with that chair if I didn’t start feeling better.
The other door that led off from the room granted entry to a closet as large as the bedroom Trevor and Mark shared in Ivy’s apartment. I stared around at all the outfits, bewildered.
“Geoffrey?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am?” his rich voice answered, as I knew it would.
“Why are there already clothes in this closet?” They were my size, but so diverse in style, color, and coverage that it confused me further.
“They’re your clothes, ma’am,” he responded. “They were moved up here from the other suite after King Raevu took up residence.”
Vaguely, I remembered someone telling me about clothing. The ambassador? No, the nurse who had guided me to the suite. She had said I had clothing waiting for me. I’d never imagined so many clothes, though. Within the closet was a three-drawer chest, and it was filled. The top drawer held numerous set of lingerie—all of them matching. Pajamas and nighties, comfy and sexy, filled the second drawer, and the bottom drawer held socks and scarves. There was quite a variety of clothing hanging from the hangers: dresses, pants, skirts, blue jeans, jackets, and sweaters. There were shoes of all types on the shelves, and tucked into a corner was a set of luggage to pack it all away when necessary. I was speechless. I trailed my fingers along the edges of the garments’ sleeves to feel all the different textures. I shook my head in amazement.
It was time to give one of those pajama sets a test drive. I grabbed a teal silk set and then threw off my robe, pausing to have a look at myself in the mirror. I was surprised that neither my illness nor my injuries showed much.
I turned away from the mirror and looked back over my shoulder at the mark that no longer smarted when I poked at it. It didn’t look inflamed anymore, but the slightly raised and darker-pigmented pattern was still clearly visible.
I couldn’t believe Raevu thought the mark meant that I belonged to him. I chose who I wanted…not him. And the way I saw it, he had to seriously step up his game to redeem himself in my eyes. His high-handed treatment of me was deplorable and enraged me. But there was the undeniable fact that I wanted him more than any other man. Just thinking about him sent a surge of lust zinging through my body.
My urge to have him was strangely strong. Desire to give myself to him in the most hedonistic manner was shocking. The image of both of us naked, with me riding him, flittered through my head. His muscular arms wrapped around my waist as his thick cock surged forcefully into my throbbing cunt. The slapping sound of skin against skin. His moan. My sigh of pleasure. The vision bloomed, becoming more vivid as I trailed my fingertips down my neck and over the full, round globes of each breast to my nipples. They were already hard, and I circled them with my fingers a few times and continued down my body.
I imagined Raevu’s thick fingers joining mine to caress me, and as my fingers slid across my pussy, I shuddered. I tucked my finger between my slick folds and began to make gentle circles. With my other hand, I massaged a heavy, full breast. My pleasure grew, and my circles quickened. My hips jerked. I began to gently pull and pinch at each nipple in turn. No longer circling, now hard flicks back and forth had a coil of tension building until, with a moan, my orgasm shook through me. I withdrew my hands, sleepily forcing myself to pull on my pajamas. It was time for a well-earned nap.
I just couldn’t shake the wish that Raevu would join me.