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Her nostrils flare. “You arrogant bast—”
She moves to shove me away and I silence her with a kiss. Her lips are hard and unmoving underneath mine.
She smacks at my arm and chest so I release her. “You’re a total jerk! I didn’t ask for any of this. I don’t want— I can’t—” Her voice breaks off and when she looks into my eyes again, I see that in spite of her strong words, she is confused and afraid.
And it slices me to my core. “Juliet,” I whisper and cup her face in my hands. “I want to comfort you.”
She breathes hard, her chest heaving up and down. She shakes her head rapidly back and forth. “You can’t do that. You can’t go and be sweet when I’m so pissed at you. I thought I knew you and then—”
“You do know me.” I grab her hand and press it to my chest. “You know me more deeply than any ever has before. And I know you the same.”
I lower my face to hers, only a breath away. She’s still shaking her head but her eyes fall to my lips. “We can’t…” she whispers.
But this time when I kiss her, there is only a moment’s hesitation before she is kissing me back, harder and more furiously than ever before.
“You,” she says between kisses, “are a total jerk.”
Her words say one thing but the intrusion of her tongue in my mouth says another. And by the ancients, I have missed her taste. I’ve been starving for it. I cannot imagine a single day without her in my arms when even just the hours I have been away from her have been torture.
She sinks against me and my double shafts descend and harden immediately. The memory of being inside her slick, wet heat is almost enough to have me spilling where I stand.
Our words have been contentious. We cannot seem to understand the other.
So let us go to the place where there are no words. Let her peer inside me and see my deep truth. She and this kit are all that will ever matter to me. I would lay down my life to keep them safe.
I drop us gently to the bed, supporting the back of Juliet’s head as I lay her down. She stops her furious kisses only long enough to tug off my shirt, exposing even more of her shimmering golden scales. Her teats are untouched, but on her upper chest, covering the space over her heart, now the scales shine through. They have appeared in the places where Juliet’s human body is most vulnerable, covering her like a shield of armor.
But I do not spend much time in my examination. There are more important things to investigate. Such as her lovely, ripe teats.
I begin to suckle one and the tip hardens to a stout little nub. Meanwhile, Juliet lets out a high-pitched keen and arches her back before slapping a hand over her mouth. I’m happy to assist with that.
I descend and nudge her hand away, then cover her mouth with mine, absorbing her cries.
Then she is the one urging me to be rid of my leg coverings.
As soon as I do, I try to position myself between her legs, but she rolls out of the way.
“No,” she says, panting heavily. “We do this my way.”
“And what is your way?” I ask warily.
“Like this.” She crawls down the bed, urging me to lie back. I frown down at her in confusion. Until she takes my top erection in her hands and begins to stroke it.
Ancients, I die at her touch. “What are you doing?” I manage to hiss.
She arches an eyebrow at me. “What? You don’t like it?”
“I do,” I manage to sputter. “But is such a thing done?”
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t you do this to yourself?”
“I—” I break off. And yes, I have touched myself like this, but only very recently. They have supplements to suppress this kind of thing since such impulses are only for reproduction and our race had become sterile.
With Juliet, though, I am beginning to see the point. She is already pregnant and yet I cannot wait to mate her again.
Apparently she would rather torture me with her touch, though. She strokes down and then up again. A shudder runs throughout my entire body. By the ancients, that feels good. So, so good.
But it turns out, I do not even know the meaning of the word.
Because a few moments later, Juliet bends over and takes me in her hot little mouth.
“Do not,” I say in a voice an octave higher than my usual. “Juliet,” I groan, my hands dropping to her hair.
Her hands clench on my thighs and she moans around my shaft. Oh, oh, yes. Just like that. It is so good.
I do not say these words out loud, but Juliet responds to my every thought. If only I could know hers.
