Why? Why did she not run from me now? This female who’d never sought me out. This female I offended. Instead, she allowed me into her mouth. She shivered and sighed beneath my hands, as if she craved my touch.
Immediately, and with an urgency I found hard to back down from, I could imagine doing with Nazreen what I’d never done with anyone. I could imagine being inside her, the hot, slow slide of my aching shaft into the wet clasp of her lovely body. I could imagine doing it here,now. Backing her up against the wall of this very cave, in the glistening light of the spinners, and letting her feel me, feel all of me, in her silken core.
And it would be silken. By the skies, I knew it from the feel of her tongue, the slippery walls of her mouth. She would feel like this against my cock.
My body moved instinctively then. I dragged my hands down, clutching possessively at her hips, my fingers splaying along the curves of her backside. I bent my knees and pulled her upwards, then, onto the toes of her little flat feet, lining up my groin with hers and giving a slow, savage thrust.
She shuddered, her head thrashing back and away from mine. She moaned something in her native tongue, “Oh,God,” and buried her fingers in my hair.
At that very moment, a spinner found its way into the space between our faces. It landed on the tip of Nazreen’s nose.
She gave a violent start, and the spinner fled.
I wished to put my mouth on hers again, but she now stared at me with wide and startled eyes, pulling her arms away from my neck. With a quivering hand, she touched her own lips with her fingertips.
“Did I hurt you?” I croaked, panic racing down my spine. I had fangs. Perhaps, I had not been careful with them. Perhaps-
“No,” she said. She swallowed then, and my sight stars tracked the movement of her slender throat. “No.”
She said it twice, and yet it did nothing to assuage the unease building in the back of my neck. I still clutched her hips, clasping her pelvis to my own. My swollen cock throbbed between us, a damning sign of my desperation.
Because I was desperate. I recognized the irrational, flailing feeling of it as she extricated herself from me.Please. The word came to me, unbidden, once again.
I did not utter it. I simply let her go.
“Thank you for, er, bringing me here,” she said. She was out of breath, her chest heaving. I ground my fangs at the memory of her breasts against me. “We should probably be getting back.”
Back. Back to her cave, and me to mine. Back to the roles we recognized. The people we were before this delirious collision.
“Yes,” I said. “We should.”
I brought her back through the dark, touching her as little as possible.
And then, once again under the guidance of the lanterns, we did not touch – or speak – again.
14
NASRIN
Imasturbated furiously that night. I wasn’t exactly proud of it, especially considering my cave was connected to that of my friends. But they were asleep, and I was alone, and I thought my fucking clit would fall off if I didn’t stroke it to thoughts of Gahn Thaleo.
I came so fast and hard it left me breathless. Nearly dizzy. I was slick and hot down there, clenching around nothing as I remembered the nearly-vicious way he’d thrust himself against me.
He was so fucking hard.
I still didn’t know how the hell things had escalated like that. How I –we– had let everything get so out of hand. One second, I’d been hugging him, grieving the child he’d once been. The next moment, I was moaning under the tongues of the man that he’d become, writhing at the sensation of his erection grinding against meright fucking there.
I’d completely lost myself to him. I wondered, half-aroused, half-frightened, how far I would have let things go if that spinner hadn’t startled me.
Cockblocked by a glowing alien butterfly. I swear to fucking God…
I was frustrated by that spinner’s intervention when I should have been relieved. I should have been happy about the little fluttery bug shocking me out of my unaccountable horniness. It gave me an out.
Except…
Maybe I didn’t want an out.
Jesus fucking Christ.
