“Mine now,” he says dazedly, pushing my breasts together and staring at the seam between them, almost like he’s talking to himself. I whine at the pause, my core clutching and empty, and he growls at me. “I’ve shared you since we met. Let me indulge in having you to myself.”
His hands slide down my stomach to caress my belly possessively. “This is mine.” He cups between my legs, the light pressure exactly where I want it making me quiver. “This is mine. Say it, Lena,” he demands fiercely. “Tell me it’s what you want.”
“My body is yours,” I tell him, tracing the lavender swirls of pigment that bloom over his skin at the words. “My heart is yours. My life is yours. I want you.”
Chapter 30
Lyro
Ifeel crazed now that I have her. There are stories in the scrolls of warriors going moon-mad in the grasslands, transforming into beasts. I’d always thought them just that, stories to entertain old men and convince greenlings to go to bed at night. But now, I can feel myself being remade inside, like my bones are a different shape.
“You’ll never leave my sight again,” I swear into the gentle curve of her belly. If I haven’t already planted my seed in her, I will today.
My cock is strangling in its strap like a braxa that hasn’t been broken to lead. Wild thing. I’m a little afraid to release it.
She laughs. “That’s extreme, don’t you think?”
“No.” If she knew what I wanted to do, she’d think it was very reasonable.
“Hm. We’ll have to negotiate on that point.” I hear the smile in her voice as she reaches down to massage my ears between her thumbs and forefingers, working slowly from the lobes up to the tips. The sweet, circular pressure loosens every tight muscle in my body.
It feels so good, I groan. A flare of jealousy ignites for the male who taught her how. For anyone she’s touched this way. Whatever she’s remade me, it’s no less vengeful than I’ve ever been. “Where did you learn to wield such a weapon?”
She giggles. “What?”
“Any male would do evil things to earn your touch. I want to know who trained you so he can taste my blade later.” I deliver it like a joke, but I’m already scheming excuses to make a trip to her planet just to end him.
She smooths her thumbs up my ears’ outer slopes, still smiling. “Will it disappoint you if it was a Golden Retriever named Maple Bar? This is the ear massage we did ondahgsto help them relax during vet visits.”
My language implant has to work hard to understand her meaning, but eventually I gather that it’s a treatment used by animal healers, and a laugh erupts from my chest. Just when I am half-feral, she treats me like an animal...and it works.
I feel free.
Unleashed, my claws make ribbons of her trousers. I push her thighs apart so I can see her, pink and pale and drenched for me. How did I not realize this is the only true altar? I drag my tongue up her seam, and her taste is the answer to every prayer I’ve ever uttered.
“Oh god,” she whimpers.
“Goddess,” I remind her, giving her clit a punishing swipe, and she laughs, shuddering with pleasure and humor and affection. How did I think this would pollute my purpose? I have never felt more devout. Never more humbled by Alioth’s brightness.
I settle in, worshipping my fate with my tongue, tasting every moan and sigh I extract from my Alara. This is the goddess’s smile, and her teeth aren’t sharp. No, they’re blunt and blinding.
“So close,” Lena gasps, hooking one leg over my shoulder, drawing me tight against her. I give her the pressure she seeks, spreading her folds and tightening my tongue. When I press two fingers into her to rub against her inner walls, she comes with a cry so loud I worry she’s woken the greenling.
But the tablet doesn't make a sound, so I don’t stop until she’s begging me, even though her hips still seek more.
“Kiss me,” she says, tugging me up her body to her mouth. I grip the back of her neck and take it in the same way I took her cunt, reverent and with purpose. Accepting everything she offers with gratitude, humbly giving all I can in return.
This is uncharted territory, like a new planet uninhabited save for us, King and Queen of Nothing.
“Take my crown,” I blurt out without thinking. Mycrown? I don’t even have one.
“Yes,” she answers instantly.
“You will rule nothing but me.”
“That’s all I want.” Then she flinches. “Well, you and Lele. I want to raise her. I know it won’t be comfortable seeing someone else’s child in my arms, but I’m her song-mother, and maybe someday you’ll feel—”
“She’s mine,” I growl, cutting her off. “I turned her egg. I am her father, too. Seeing her in your arms doesn’t make me jealous. It makes me want to give her siblings.”
