“Three hundred silver coins?” Lycus heard Inayah’s incredulous voice as she counted the coins set on stone by the steaming bath’s edge.

He hummed in acknowledgement.

“Three hundred silver coins,” she repeated, then shifted, the sound of water splashing her movements, “Kade paid you that much to find me?”

“He did.”

“Oh,” another shift. The tone of her voice had Lycus lifting one end of cloth placed over his eyes. He peered at her with one eye. She sat a few meters from him, steaming water rising up to her neck, sodden hair held up in a loose ponytail.

The bag of coins he had given her was now open, coins spilled over the bathhouse edge. Her chin was set on the edge, flushed fingers pushing them aside one at a time.

Lycus picked a stray coin and flipped it towards her. It landed with a soft plop beside her; “Penny for your thoughts.”

Inayah blinked, her attention slanting back to the man who sat nude in the water with her. The water level rose to his chest, silver hair matting his forehead. “I didn’t realize I was worth this much.”

A sudden low chuckle left him, “Is that what amazes you?”

Inayah flushed and splashed him, “Of course not, other than being frightened for my life-”

“You have nothing to be afraid of.” Lycus corrected, a slight edge to his calming facade. “Kade does not know you are with me.”

“What makes you think that?” She dared and he shrugged knowingly.

“Kade may be the prettiest among us, but he is surely not the smartest.”

“Who’s the smartest?”

“It depends.”

“On what?”

Lycus met her gaze, “The situation.”

Inayah sunk lower in the water, allowing the heat to rise until her chin. She watched his eyes linger on her face, the slight flush on the highs of his cheeks due to the temperatures. “Who’s the smartest in this situation?”

Lycus smiled crookedly, “Myself.”

“Cocky.”

“Intelligent, is the word I would go for.”

“Arrogant.”

“Handsome.”

“Ugly.”

“Irresistible.”

Inayah snorted, unable to hold herself back. “You are not irresistible.”

A sliver of offence crossed Lycus’ face before he straightened with a subtle, slow smile. “My mate is so terrible towards me,” he raised a hand and curled two fingers, “come here.”

“Why?”

“You claimed I was not irresistible… prove it.”

“How?”

He gestured at the array of soaps and a knife blade created for shaving, the edge winking wickedly at her. “Shave me.” Lycus watched the debate flicker beneath her eyes, her resolve quickly breaking beneath the weight of her pride.

Her small chin rose in defiance, “Alright.” She crossed the steaming bath, stopping short of his outstretched legs. His eyes dropped to the water, “Please, sit.”

Her small hands gripped his knees before she spread her legs and began to maneuver astride his laps. Lycus struggled to keep his expression still, unwilling to let her know just how her presence was throwing him over the edge. The bare brush of her inner thighs along his own sent sparks of pleasure ribboning down his spine.

Inayah paused just as something semi-hard brushed the crevice of her inner thigh. She peered down between them, started to say something, then caught herself. Shemade a sound of surprise as Lycus lifted his legs, sliding her further along until their lower halves pressed flush against each other.

His cock slid between her seams, throbbing just along her asshole.

He smiled innocently, “Please,” picking the blade and soap, he handed it to her, “don’t let me distract you.”

“Not irresistible,” Inayah chanted, lathering soap onto his jawline and gripping the blade, “Not irresistible.”

“So you’ve said,” Lycus flexed his cock, causing the upper side to slide along her seams tentatively. Inayah gasped, steeling her own inner thighs to prevent grinding against him. She focused scrubbing soap onto the contours of his face rather aggressively.

“I have the blade here.” She warned as his hands dipped into the water, fingertips tracing her hips. The next flex came within two seconds followed by another. Inayah breathed through her nose, struggling to focus on the blade which carefully swept over his over, then jawline.

She was vaguely aware of his hands rubbing her sides, lifting her slightly while the other grabbed his stiffening manhood.

“Lycus...” she growled and his jaw flexed with a smile.

“I’m not doing anything.” He lifted his cock, allowing it to swipe along her seams indulgently before nestling the tip just inside the wet lips of her vagina. As he straightened up again, his cockhead pressed insistently at her entrance without pushing inside.

Inayah’s resolve started to melt away and she nearly surrendered the little role-reversal game they had been playing, wanting desperately to just unlock her knees and impale herself on his gigantic cock.

He moved his hands back onto her hips and looked into her eyes questioningly. She recognised this as another gambit in the game, testing her resolve to delayed gratification, which was swiftly running out. “Not irresistible.” She grit out.

Lycus smiled idly, “Perhaps,” flexing his shaft and making the knob bulge, opening her pussy by an imperceptible margin.

Her legs felt like jelly but she wasn't going to let him see how close she was to giving it away. Inayah moved in until her nose was directly in front of his and her hardening nipples brushed his chest. "Not irresistible.”

Lycus’ eyes darkened to amethyst, “If you insist.”

The head of his cock parted her swollen lips, and she hovered for a moment, looking to him for reassurance. And once she got it, Inayah started sinking back.

Lycus's cock plunged into her, gradually, stretching open her hole even further. Inayah's pussy gripped his cock, clinging to it. She bore down on him, impaling herself with the thickened shaft, and Lycus embraced her. His arms wrapped around her securely, holding her to his chest. He was grunting in drawn out frequencies, trying desperately not to thrust. This was her moment. He wasn't going to take that from her.

Her pussy was maddeningly tight around his member. He could feel her pulse beat against his cock through her swollen walls. And again, for several moments after she'd completely sunken down, she sat there, getting used to the feeling of Lycus's cock filling her up. Lycus swallowed, trying to keep his composure.

One hand found the girl's face and he cradled her cheek, staring deeply into her eyes while she slowly began arching her back, to drag him slowly out of her. And then back down again. Over and over until they reached a momentum that made them both feel like they were on fire. Lycus kissed Inayah deeply, holding her face in his hands as she rode him. She was gasping with every new bound back in.

His cock throbbed against her cervix and when he dropped his hands, they found her hips and began guiding her. A grinding motion that allowed the head of his cock to rub into her cervix gently. She was contracting down around him now, but he didn't fault his pace. Steady, Rhythmically.

He couldn't get any deeper now. Her squeezing was getting erratic and he was pushing with more force every time she drove her hips down. Her fingers were wound up in his hair, dainty hands holding his face lovingly. She was matching his pace, and they were both breathing harmoniously, heavy and labored with pleasure. And then suddenly her whole body clenched up. Her arms wrapped completely around his neck, her head fell atop of his and she screamed out, her walls explosively bearing down around his cock, vacuuming it deep and locking it within her.

Lycus's balls tightened abruptly and before he could try to pull out, the surge of raw gratification overtook him. He pumped his cum into her cervix, holding her fixed against him. It flooded out of his cock in pumps. He felt it leak down his mate's walls, ready to dribble out as soon as he exited.

Spent, she slumped against him and he splashed water on her back with a pleasant yet tired hum, before carding his fingers through her hair. "Not irresistible," Lycus mimicked her voice and she growled against his neck.

"It was a moment of weakness."

"I'm sure it was."

A comfortable silence pervaded them, and she felt him begin to soften inside her.

"The water will grow cold." Lycus shifted, drawing a groan of protest from her as she began to pull away.

Inayah began to speak when her gaze landed on the spot directly behind Lycus.

She had not seen the silhouetted figure.

And when she did, it was too late.

Salem's movements were swift as he crouched low and grabbed Lycus by the jaw, snapping his head back, exposing the powerful length of his throat.

The blade cut across his jugular in a flash of silver.