Page 39 of Knight’s Dominion

“You don’t need to do that…I can wash my own…” She tried to face him and whimpered again.

He cursed. “You’re injured, in pain, and you stink like alley and demon. So just this fucking once, would you stop fighting me.”

She grumbled something but did as he asked. She didn’t relax against him fully like she had before, and he found he missed it.

What a fucking mess. Everything, all of this.

But it also felt so damn right.

He worked the soap into her hair, massaging her scalp with his fingers since there was grime along her hairline as well.

She resisted, holding herself away for a while longer, but in the end, she gave in and relaxed. He knew it was because she was weak from blood loss, but his demon started purring again, fucking thrilled at her closeness, that she was letting them take care of her.

Chaos tried hard to ignore the silkiness of her skin against his, how pale she looked against him, how small, the way her scent had grown stronger, filling his head, making him dizzy, like he was the one who’d lost blood.

He’d gotten his dick somewhat under control, until he gently scooted her down the bath so she could tilt her head back in the water and rinse off the soap. Over her shoulder, he could see her nipples just below the surface of the water. He swallowed, watching as the necklace she wore slid across her chest—not another male’s diamonds—but two rings, both gold.

He wanted to ask about them but didn’t think she’d welcome his questions, so instead he worked his fingers through the silken length of her hair, supporting the back of her neck with his other hand, massaging lightly.

She moaned.

It wasn’t pain, it was all pleasure, and his body responded instantly. It didn’t help that her long hair was kind of tickling his balls.

When Grace slid back up, her cheeks darkened. The female actually blushed.

Whether it was because of her response to his hands on her or to his physical reaction to her feeling pleasure, he had no idea, but there was nothing he could do about his cock now. Not with Grace pressed against him.

“Ignore it,” he said again roughly, as he began running the soap over her shoulders, trying and failing to do what he was asking her to. Not easy when his throbbing cock was aching for her so badly his mind kept throwing up images of him cupping her ass and lifting so he could slide inside her.

There was no getting his dick back under control now.

She made a sound, a mix of astonishment and humor. “I’m not sure that’s possible.”

“Try harder,” he said, oddly amused himself, despite the pain he was in.

“Your dick feels like it’s pointing at me, like it’s accusing me of something,” she said, and her head lolled to the side.

A laugh burst from him. “What?”

“Why is your dick angry at me, Chaos?” she said, teasing and sounding drowsy. The painkiller he gave her was finally kicking in, and going by how out of it she suddenly seemed, he probably should have gone with half, not a whole one. “Doesn’t surprise me. Your dick is as arrogant as you. Heh.” She giggled.

“You think my dick’s arrogant?” She was funny and relaxed, and he wanted more.

“It probably scowls like you, too. Can penises scowl? I bet yours can.”

She turned suddenly, easier, her side now to his front and she looked down at him through the soapy water. Trying to see his penis scowling? Yep, she was totally out of it now.

“I can’t see,” she said, frowning, then giggled again. “Maybe I can—”

Her fingers wrapped around him under the water. He jolted and hissed.

She looked up at him, eyes wide. “Yep, it feels angry, too.” Then giggled some more.

“Fucking hell.” Her fingers gripped him tight, and he was ashamed to admit that he was close to coming.

He reached down to dislodge her hand, but it slid lower, then back up, and his eyes rolled back in his head from the pleasure of it. When he finally managed to open his eyes again, she was looking up at him with that wide-eyed stare again.

“I thought it must be, but damn, it really is,” she whispered.