I rebounded off that knowledge, imagining him stiff and engorged in his breeches. Another swamp of heat flooded between my legs.

Priest slid his finger downward and hooked the tip just inside. From there, he slowly circled the sensitive inner rim of my opening, stirring, escalating the hum of sensations. I felt my arousal dribble out, and Christ almighty, it turned me on knowing he felt it, too.

Like a cable pulling too taut, the pressure inside me snapped, shattered, and came crashing down in a glittering shower of star-shine. I threw my head back and moaned as loud as I could past the rag.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, his finger swirling lazily, stroking me through the twitching, muscle-heating spasms.

His arm supported my back as I sagged, the hand between my leg still concealed by the shirt. Did we do it in time? My gaze shot to the hourglass on Madwulf’s thigh.

Only half the sand had trickled through.

Five minutes.

If Priest wasn’t a god, he was damn near close. The entire room held its breath, waiting for proof. No believers here?

“Forgive me for this.” Priest moved his mouth against my ear in a hush. “And for everything that comes next.”

I’d already forgiven him, but his words made me tense.

He pushed his finger all the way inside me, collecting my arousal as it leaked out over his knuckle. Then he shoved me off his lap as if he couldn’t stand the sight of me.

I fell against Ashley, the rope tearing into my wrists. With a furious yelp around the gag, I twisted and jerked into a better position, hoping my drama appeared genuine.

No one paid attention, for every head in the room tracked Priest as he approached their captain. Extending his soaked finger, he held it out for Madwulf’s inspection.

Madwulf straightened in the chair and gripped Priest’s wrist. He examined every finger, confirming that only one had been used, which was undeniably coated in the slippery white proof of my release.

Then he took it a step further and brought it to his nose, inhaling the scent.

Depraved goddamned animal.

“Unbelievable.” Madwulf laughed and shoved Priest’s hand away. “As a man who’s known for his sexual prowess, I daresay you’ve earned the reputation, king of libertines.”

He laughed some more, roaring manically as his men joined in.

My hackles bristled, and old resentment rose to the surface. Priest had been with more women than I cared to estimate, but it didn’t matter. Not here. Not ever again.

“I want that bed,” Priest barked over the commotion and pointed at the small mattress in the corner of the cottage.

There were four beds in total, but the shadows attached themselves to that one, for it was the farthest away from the windows and the congregation of pirates.

Priest turned back to me, stepped over my legs, and crouched before Ashley.