Chapter 107 Touch me
Ira's POV
I set the tray down carefully on the bedside table. Ruel who's sitting on the bed lifts his head.
“Your dinner,” I say with a polite nod.
“Hmm.” Ruel nods back, his hand pressing hard into his temple like he's trying to chase away a headache.
I bite down on my lips, wondering if I should ask.
No, it's none of my business, I conclude, heading for the door.
Ruel shifts on the bed, a slight groan slipping past his lips. I stop walking again, watching him more closely this time.
“One would have thought you'd be willing to spend extra time tonight.” He mutters, lifting his eyes to meet my gaze.
“You should eat, you look like you're one second from fainting.” I mutter.
“It's just… I expected so much more but all I got today was a bunch of guessed information. Nothing strong enough to aid our attack on the east.” He groans again and rolls his neck.
My face pulls down in worry when I hear his bones crack. But as though nothing happened, he reaches for the spoon. Scooping a bit of the beef soup.
“Are you alright? You never talk about work before.
His fingers pause, tightening around the spoon. And without saying a word, he lifts the spoon to his mouth, taking a sip while his other hand falls on the opposite shoulder and begins to knead it.
He frowns when he realizes I'm still standing there. “You can leave if you want to.” He whispers but I catch the way his jaw ticks.
He lifts the spoon to his mouth but immediately drops it. “Why do you keep staring at me?” He ask, his tired eyes watching me.
“You look like you could use a massage. That's if you don't mind.” I say, wondering why I'm even considering doing such for him. “Sit in the middle of the bedroom.” I say acting nonchalant.
One brow lifts and the corner of his mouth twitches.
“Giving orders now, servant?”
“Well, if you'd rather groan through dinner then I'll be on….”
A short amused laugh breaks out of him. “Bold tonight I see.” He gets into position like I had instructed, keeping his eyes on me the whole time. “Go on Ira. Touch me.”
I roll my eyes before gently placing my hands on his shoulders. The skin underneath literally burns through his shirt.
“I need you to take off your shirt.” I mutter, looking away as he hurriedly does so.
When I touch him again, I notice how hard the muscle beneath is. I quietly press my thumbs in, making my movement slow and deep.
“Harder,” Ruel's groans, the rumble in his throat sounding like pleasure.
I do as he says, pushing my weight on every squeeze I make.
“Fuck, yeah,” his head falls forward, a long breath leaving him.
“Your body is so tense. Did the meeting stress you so bad?” I ask, biting on my lip, hoping he doesn't ignore me.
“If we don't kill all the strays this time, the alpha king will be insane. I'm trying to do what I feel is the best for the base but what if I'm wrong?” His voice breaks when I hit a knot. “Goddess, right there.”
Cold creeps up my spine. Strays… certainly if he gets to know about me, my days will be over.
I flinch when his fingers gently close around my wrist.
“You’ve been quiet,” he says looking back, into my eyes.
“W..what are you doing?” I stutter as he begins to slowly pull my hand lower. My breathing turns rapid when the top of my finger brushes his nipples.
He shifts, widening his legs, his mischievous gaze on me.
“Lower,” he says.
Without hesitating my right hand drifts lower, hovering just above the buckle of his belt, my pulse thudding heavy between my thighs.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmur, boldly grazing the shell of his ear with my lips. I smile when I feel him shiver.
“Ira, stop playing and wrap that hand around my cock properly.” He says in a voice that completely undos me.
I press my palm over his rigid length straining against his trousers. Then with a single swallow, I begin rubbing… my movements slow yet firm enough to make him throw his head back with a sigh.
“Like this, Commander?” I ask in a seductive voice, feeling naughty.
His hips snap upward, chasing the pressure with a low growl that vibrates through his chest. “Harder,” he orders.
His fingers cover mine and immediately he guides me into a faster, tighter rhythm right until the slick heat of his precum seeps through his pants.
With an almost animalistic growl he grabs my hair in his hand. My heart relaxes when I catch the red color.
“Goddess be damned, Ira don't play with me.” he hisses and I let out a soft chuckle, gently and slowly unbuckling his belt.
His thick veined flushed cock springs out, leaking steadily at the tip.
I close my fist around him, stroking from root to tip in long drags. My thumb circles the swollen head each time until I feel his thighs tense beneath me.
“I want to fuck you,” he rasps, his hungry eyes narrowing. “I want to have you on all fours right here on this bed, taking you hard until you can barely remember your name.”
“I want to fuck you,” I counter, tightening my grip around his length until his breath stutters. “I want to hear you beg for once.”
He laughs, his grip in my hair tightening. “I don’t beg. I take. Now get that dress off and climb on before I do it for you.”
Heat floods my core at the threat. I yank my dress over my head, the cool air kissing my tight nipples before I straddle his lap, placing both knees beside him.
His hands seize my waist, digging into my flesh as he yanks me forward, pulling me down into a kiss.
Our mouths collide, as though we’re trying to devour each other before the other gets to escape.
I bite down on his lower lip, hard enough to draw a hiss from him. But he doesn't pull away, instead he growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating straight into my mouth, as yanks me tighter against him.
I arc into him when his fingers dig into the back of my neck, his thumb pressing possessively under my jaw like he’s claiming every inch of skin he can reach.
I taste a hint of the meat soup he'd taken as he sucks my tongue into his mouth, holding it there for a second too long.
“Hmmm,” I moan into his mouth as my thighs clench involuntarily around him.
Then with a soft groan he releases it with a slow, filthy pull that leaves me gasping against his lips.
For a moment I forget what I wanted from him, trying to remember what I'd planned to do to him when I'd climbed.
Before I can remember, Ruel kisses me again. I feel him smile against my lips right before his slick head presses against my soaked entrance.