And at the end of it, Abel would be king. Finally.

29

Faye snuck into the secret walkway, not wanting to be seen by Cain’s guards. She’d made sure that Blake was recovering and left him in the care of the witch, Wesley. Having rid herself of the clothes that had gotten dirty in the bayou, she was dressed in only a robe.

Without making a sound, she opened the secret door leading into Cain’s suite and eased it shut behind her. The sound of running water came from the bathroom, the door of which was ajar. On bare feet she approached and pushed it open farther.

Cain stood in the shower with his back to her. Water ran down his muscled back and sculpted ass. His strong thighs and calves were dusted with dark hair, his feet planted wide as he let the spray of the shower run over his head, his hands braced against the tiles.

She couldn’t get enough of looking at his gorgeous naked body. When he’d fought the alligator a short while earlier, she’d watched in fascination how he’d battled the strong animal and defeated it with his bare hands. He’d looked ferocious, like a true warrior, and had reminded her of the night when he’d rescued her.

Seeing him fighting to save his friends had made the longing for him grow. She needed him, wanted him more than anything else in her life. She sighed.

Cain whirled around, his hands instantly forming into claws, but the moment his eyes landed on her, he visibly relaxed. A smile formed on his lips.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that.” He stepped sideways, out of the spray of the shower.

Her gaze wandered over his nearly hairless chest. He was ripped, sporting a true six-pack. Farther down, a nest of dark hair surrounded his shaft. Long and thick, it hung there in a relaxed state. She licked her lips.

“If you don’t want me in here, I can leave,” Faye suggested, but made no motion to turn away. Instead she opened the belt of her robe and let it fall open in the front.

“Well, since you’re here already,” he hedged, “maybe you’d like to join me.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” She pushed the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor with a soft whoosh.

When she raised her eyes to his face, she noticed the hungry look with which his eyes devoured her. Lower, another reaction caught her attention. His cock was rising.

Slowly, without taking her eyes off him, she stepped into the glass enclosed shower and laid her hands on his chest. “When you were fighting that alligator earlier, I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

His arms came around her, pulling her against his body. “Why’s that?”

“You looked so strong, so formidable. Had we been alone, I would have asked you to make love to me right there,” she confessed.

Cain grinned. “Well, look at that. My seductive vixen gets turned on by a little hand-to-hand combat. Is there anything else that turns you on?”

Faye slid one hand lower, moving it ever closer to his groin. “You naked in the shower.” She slid her hand over his cock, reveling in his velvet smooth skin. “Your cock hardening at the sight of me.”

“Keep going,” he encouraged her, his hand now moving to her backside, stroking her suggestively.

“The thought of taking you in my mouth.”

His breath hitched, and his eyes darkened with desire. “Is that what you came in here for? To suck me?” He rubbed his cock against her palm, and a groan left his throat.

“Only if you don’t mind.”

“You know I don’t. So are you gonna tease me forever, or will you get on your knees and make good on your threat?”

She smiled, lowering her lashes halfway. “Are you commanding me as my king?”

“As your king, I’m powerless to command you. But as your lover, I beg you to put me out of my misery and let me feel your lips around my cock.”

The fact that he wasn’t commanding her but begging her surprised her. Previously when they’d played this game, he’d always played along by slipping into the role of the omnipotent king whose commands were to be followed. But now, suddenly, he was giving power over to her.

Faye looked into his eyes. So much had changed about him, yet so much was the same. The desire between them was still as potent as ever. No, even more so now. As if they were starting all over again. Everything was new and fresh, exciting and unknown. And utterly thrilling. Even now as she crouched down and brought her face level with his groin, anticipation coiled through her as if she’d never before pleasured him in this way.

“Please,” Cain murmured and pressed himself against the tile wall at his back, placing his hands flat against the wet surface. “Let me feel you.”