Chapter 66: Cheeky Boy, Uses The Elder’s Name, To Get Inside Me… (18+)

Chapter 66: Chapter 66: Cheeky Boy, Uses The Elder’s Name, To Get Inside Me... (18+)

Tesh’s leg held for the count of sixty before it began to tremble.

He did not sit until the trembling reached his hip.

When he finally dropped back onto the furs, breath harsh, Lira was already kneeling with a water skin and a clean strip of hide.

She did not praise him.

She did not scold him.

She simply pressed the skin into his hand and began checking the binding for new seepage.

~~~~

Vek watched from his usual place against the wall.

He had not spoken more than a handful of words since the blood smear was found on the eastern stone. He did not need to.

His silence had always done more work than most men’s threats.

Tonight that silence carried a different weight the weight of something he had decided to spend.

Lira finished with Tesh, gathered the soiled bindings, and left the alcove to rinse them at the side basin.

The wounded caves were quieter after full dark. Most of the men who could sleep were doing so.

The ones who could not stared at the ceiling and waited for the pain to change shape.

Vek followed her.

He did not announce himself.

He simply stopped at the edge of the basin’s low light and waited until she looked up. River-stone eyes met his.

She did not startle. She never did.

"You’re in my light," she said.

"Gron told her..."

The words landed flat and exact.

Lira’s hands stilled on the wet binding.

For a moment the only sound was water dripping back into the basin.

"Say that again," she said.

"The elder. Gron. He’s the one who carried the news of you and Drak to the Matron.

Not a runner.

Not a second-band mouth. Him." Vek’s voice stayed low, almost conversational.

"I was on the path when he left the deep chamber after the morning report.

He didn’t see me. I heard enough..."

Lira wrung the binding out with deliberate care and set it aside.

When she straightened, the calm on her face had thinned into something sharper.

"Why tell me?"

"Because you’re useful to the men in these caves.

And because the elder is playing a quieter game than the Matron knows.

If he’s willing to hand her your name to protect his own position, he’ll hand her others." Vek took one step closer.

~~~~

The lamp light cut across the scars on his forearms and the hard line of his mouth. "I’m not asking you to choose a center.

I’m telling you who already chose against you."

Lira studied him for a long time.

Most men who brought her information wanted something soft in return gratitude, trust, a place in her limited circle of safety. Vek’s eyes did not ask for soft.

They asked for a different kind of payment entirely.

"And what do you want for the name?" she asked....

Vek’s answer was simple. "You.. Tonight, No conversations. No careful hands.

I want to fuck you until you stop looking at me like I’m another wound you have to manage."

The silence that followed was thick enough to taste.

Lira’s gaze moved over him the quiet readiness, the loyalty that had kept him at Tesh’s side since the northwestern line, the blunt hunger he was no longer bothering to hide.

She should have sent him back to the wall. She should have told him that information was not currency she paid for with her body.

Instead she wiped her hands on a dry scrap of hide, stepped past him, and said, "The back alcove.

If Tesh wakes and calls, I go.. Until then you get what you asked for."

They barely made it inside the flap.

Vek had her against the stone the moment the hide fell closed.

There was no kiss.

No slow mapping of scars... He gently removed her wrap down, bared her breasts, and took one nipple into his mouth hard enough to make her hiss.

His hand shoved between her thighs, two fingers pushing into her without preamble. She was not fully ready.

He didn’t care. He fucked her with his fingers in rough, deep strokes while his mouth worked her breast, teeth scraping, tongue rough.

"Fuck...." Lira’s head fell back against the stone. "You’re not wasting time."

"You clean blood all day," Vek muttered against her skin.

"I’m not here to be cleaned."

He added a third finger and curled them hard. Lira’s hips jerked.

A raw sound left her throat.

He kept at her until she was wet enough to drip down his wrist, then pulled his hand free, spun her around, and shoved her chest-first against the rock.

Her skirt was yanked up.

His cock already thick and heavy pressed against her.

~~~~

"Last chance to tell me no," he said.

"Don’t insult me," Lira snapped.

"Fuck me or get out..."

Vek drove into her in one heavy, brutal thrust that forced a broken moan from her chest.

He did not give her time to adjust.

He fucked her with deep, aggressive strokes, one hand locked in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

The wet, violent slap of skin filled the small alcove.

Lira shoved back to meet every thrust, the careful healer’s control stripped down to something hungry and angry.

"M.. More, Harder.... she demanded, voice rough.

"If you’re going to use Gron’s name to get inside me, you better make it worth the price."

Vek gave her harder.

He fucked her like he had been holding the need in check for weeks short, punishing strokes that forced continuous sounds from her throat.

One of his hands left her hip, reached around, and rubbed her clit in tight, almost cruel circles.

Lira came first with a shaking, muffled cry, cunt clamping down around him hard enough to make his rhythm stutter.

He did not stop.

He fucked her through it, forcing the climax higher, until she was dripping and trembling and cursing under her breath.

~~~~

He pulled out only long enough to turn her, lift one of her legs over his arm, and sink back into her from the front.

The new angle let him go even deeper.

Lira’s mouth opened on a raw, continuous moan.

Her hands raked down his back, leaving marks.

He took one of her wrists and pinned it to the stone above her head, holding her there while he drove into her with relentless force.

"Look at me," Vek ordered.

"I want to see your face when this perfect pussy breaks open for me."

She looked at him.

River-stone eyes dark, lips parted, the calm completely gone.

He fucked her harder, the wet sounds of it obscene in the confined space.

Lira’s free hand locked on his shoulder.

Her moans turned loud and unrestrained the sound of a woman who had spent too many days being careful and had finally stopped.

"I’m going to come again...." she gasped. "Don’t you fucking stop.

Fill me... I want to feel it when I walk back out there and change their bindings."

Vek’s control frayed.

He drove deep, buried himself to the root, and came with a guttural sound, pulsing thick and heavy inside her while she moaned through every spurt.

The force of his climax and the relentless pressure on her clit dragged a second, harder orgasm out of her.

Her body locked around him, shaking, cunt milking every drop he had to give.

They stayed locked together afterward, breathing ragged, sweat and come and the smell of sex thick in the alcove’s still air.

~~~~

Vek’s forehead rested against the stone beside her head.

Lira’s leg was still hooked over his arm. Neither of them spoke until their breathing began to slow.

When Lira finally found her voice, it was rough but steady.

"Gron handed me to the Matron to protect himself.

You handed me that knowledge to get what you wanted.

Both of you used me as currency..."

She pushed at his chest until he let her leg down and stepped back.

The wet evidence of him slipped down the inside of her thigh.

"Next time you have information worth trading, bring it without the cock attached. Or don’t bring it at all."

Vek settled his leather in silence.

When he looked at her again, the blunt hunger had receded into the same quiet readiness he wore beside Tesh’s furs.

~~~~

"You’re still useful to the men in these caves," he said.

"That hasn’t changed.

Neither has the fact that the elder is playing his own game. What you do with both pieces is your choice."

He left the alcove without waiting for an answer.

Lira stood alone in the low light, adjusted her wrap and skirt with steady hands, and waited until the marks of what had just happened were no longer visible in the way she stood.

Then she returned to the main caves, rinsed her hands, and went back to the work of keeping broken men alive.

Tesh was awake when she entered.

He looked at her face, then at Vek’s empty place on the wall, and said nothing.