“How does that feel?” he asked, his cock already working its way into her pussy.
“Tight… good,” she managed when he began to fuck her.
“Are you going to be ready for me to fuck your little bottom hole tonight?” he continued while fucking her pussy. “Think about taking me inside your ass, imagine me fucking it like I’m fucking your pussy, hard and fast.”
She moaned as he spoke, sensation and anticipation combining, forcing everything but the fucking from her mind.
“In fact, when I get home tonight, you’ll be ready for me, naked and on your hands and knees, and you’ll ask me to fuck your ass.”
“Yes,” she managed, breathless.
When a moan came from Silas, she arched her back and lifted her bottom higher to him. He fucked her harder, his thrusts coming fast, the sensation of both holes filled at once almost too much but so, so good. When she felt his cock thicken and throb inside her, her own walls clamped down around both it and the plug, milking his cock, forcing his seed from him, sending her over the edge into an orgasm that stole all breath from her.
Chapter Thirteen
While Rowan washed, Silas read another alert from an informant. A group of rebel soldiers had been killed just outside of colony gates. He glanced at the closed door of the bathroom, making up his mind once again that telling her would serve no purpose, would only frighten her. He had decided this morning to imprint her with the tracking code after his meeting with the elders determined that Amro and soldiers loyal to him, after seeing a weakness due to the unrest within both the settlements and the colonies, had risen to fight against Norrin.
If Captain Amro were to succeed in killing Commander Norrin and taking over as the leader of the colonies, Silas had no doubt Rowan would be removed from him and that he would never see his son or her again, and given what he had done to him when he had seen the man trying to force Rowan that day Silas took her, he had no doubt his entire village would also be punished if only to satisfy Amro’s sick need for revenge.
The bathroom door opened and Rowan reappeared, her hair hanging long and wet down her back. She blushed when she saw him and lowered her gaze momentarily before holding the towel tightly to herself.
“Do you feel the tattoo?” Silas asked. The ink had a healing property in it that would seal the skin quickly so if all were well, she shouldn’t even notice it now. The molecular composition of this special ink allowed it to convert heat from the body into an electrical signal, and that signal was uniquely linked to the pattern of the tattoo, making the bearer of the tattoo identifiable to anyone with access to a tablet with the necessary sensors.
She touched the back of her neck. “No, not at all.”
“Good. Then there won’t be any infection,” he said, lifting her hair and inspecting his work himself. “It looks good and I can pick you up on my tablet,” he said. He’d already tested it.
Another alert flashed across the screen and Silas glanced at it. “Get dressed and I’ll take you to the clinic for the morning. I need to take care of some things.”
“Is everything ok? That thing has been going off a lot,” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said, his attention on the screen again.
“Silas,” she began hesitantly as she dressed.
“Yes?”
“I remembered something I wanted to tell you. I’m not sure if it means anything or not and I don’t want to get your hopes…”
Another alert. “I’m sorry, can it wait until this afternoon? The council has assembled and is waiting on me.”
She looked like she wanted to say something but then changed her mind and nodded. Silas dropped her off at the clinic and rushed to the hall.
* * *
Rowan watched Silas go to the hall before walking into the clinic. Something was off, but before she could give it another thought, she heard Dr. Stone behind her.
“Rowan,” he said.
The memory of the previous night rushed her and she flushed a deep red as she turned to face him. It would be awkward but she’d just have to get through this.
“Dr. Stone,” she said.
“How do you feel this morning?”
“Better than I have in weeks.”
“Good. I’m glad and I don’t ever want to hear of you doing something like that again. I won’t lecture you, I’m guessing Silas has already done that.”
Rowan smiled and nodded. The doctor was a kind man.
“We’ll stop talking about it. Kara is already here, why don’t you go out back and help her collect what she needs?”
Rowan nodded but when he turned to go, she reached out a hand to touch his forearm. “Thank you for helping me, Dr. Stone.”