FOREVER KNIGHTS: #7 King of Assassins
Rakish Devil

“What was he saying?” Her eyes blazed.

Looking fit to dig claws into the man.

When Alazar only looked at her with tight lips, she spat out. “I ought to beat him with a switch.”

She means that.

She’d really try. He shook his head bemusedly. I don’t think you’d win, Ri.

I’ve seen sacks that weigh more.

“I doubt it’d do much good.” He said, clearing his throat to hide his laughter.

“Then someone should’ve a long time ago!”

Agreed.

“That’s probably likely.” He resigned. Handing her a mug, he filled it from the cask. “You going to join me in the bath?”

“D-Does one do that?”

Do what?

“Bathe?” He blinked at her in confusion.

“T-t-together?”

Oh. I suppose she never has shared a bath with a man.

“Bloody Hell Woman! I’ve seen you naked more times than I can count but you worry about bathing together?”

She gnawed her cheek a moment before shrugging. “Then I guess I shall.”

He pulled a small packet from his cloak and walked over to dump it in the bath.

“What’s that?”

“It’s said to help one relax.” Leaning on the edge of the tub he stirred the water with his hand. Making a white froth rouse to life.

She looked awestruck as she drew closer. “What is it?”

“Bubbles. Far as I can tell. I got them from a passing merchant. I was curious to know if you’d experienced such a luxury before?”

Hopefully it’ll be a treat.

“A bath with a man in bubbles or just bubbles in my bath?”

“Either?”

“Neither!” She giggled wildly. Stripping her clothes to leap in. Sinking into the bubbling fluff with a contented sigh.

Unable to wait any longer.

He pulled off his own tunic and breeches to follow her. Sinking in and enjoying the pleasurable feel of the water lapping at his body. Though he could hardly feel the heat. Propping an elbow on the rim and resting his cheek on his fist, he watched her balancing a bubble on her finger a moment before curving her lips to lightly blow it. Sending it dancing around the room in waning candlelight. Her profile highlighted in the warm gold glow.

Pretty enough to steal a man’s breath.

“I love them!” She squealed. Utterly focused on attempting to capture another.

“I’m glad.”

The rise of her breasts was just visible over the froth. Blonde hair falling around her shoulders in wet curls.

A seductress or mermaid of lore? He was undecided.

She turned her attention to him. Beginning to push bubbles aside to swathe over to him. “You’re very thoughtful.”

Mischief written all over her.

“Only when regarding something I want.” His voice deepened hungrily as his eyes fixated on her approach.

Seductress.

Raising up from the water, she straddled his lap and met his eyes intently as she slid down.

A groan escaped his throat and his head fell back.

She trailed a gentle fingertip over one of the scars on his cheek. Another hand fisting his short hair as her mouth dropped to follow the chords of his throat.

“Wicked wench.” He gave a throaty moan.

“Rakish devil.” She countered as she met his lips viciously.