She huffs with a crooked smile. “You just live one day at a time. Having wonderful people by your side helps.”
I nod. She nods back. Here we are, two broken people made whole by our love—except neither of us is really broken, are we? We have everything one could possibly want. We’re happy.
That finally makes me brave enough to try.
“Are you still on the brew?”
She shakes her head. “I took the last dose yesterday, but the effects are supposed to linger for a few days.”
We stare at each other, and my body grows tense and aching, so many trapped things wanting to shake loose. I’ve been in turmoil for the last two days, like I was a rope relentlessly pulled this way and that between the need to breed my queen and my terror of fucking it up, and somehow, here I am, and it all wants out.
She sees the shift in my expression. Her lips part on a sigh, and she wets them anxiously.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, suddenly hoarse.
“You look like you want to eat me.”
“Larunasaren’t for eating.” She cracks a smile, but I don’t smile back, chaos brewing in my gut and mind. I’m afraid it will drown me, drown us both. “To be fair, they aren’t for fucking, either. Or for breeding.”
Her breath catches, and she glances over at the bed. No one stirs. My hands shake a little as I place them on her cheeks, turning her head back to face me.
“Do you want to go back to sleep?”
Please, say no,I chant in my head. It doesn’t have to be now, I know, but I feel like if she doesn’t let me have her tonight, I’ll explode in an ugly, horrible way. I need her. My body swells and surges, waves of heat pulsing down my spine. This is visceral, far too dangerous, and yet, she can handle me. I’ve known this almost from the beginning.
She shakes her head, pressing her lips together. “But we’ll wake the others. I’m sure they won’t mind, but do you—”
“Let’s go to my room.”
She nods in understanding. No, I don’t want to wake the others. For this, I need her all to myself. Maybe it’s selfish. Who the fuck cares.
She presses her finger to my lips and turns to the door, walking silently on bare feet. I head toward the chest of drawers where I saw her put away the crystal cock, and Caliane sighs when she sees me take it out. Maybe I’ll use it, maybe I won’t, but it’s been on my mind among the chaos. I’ve made myself come yesterday thinking about her stuffing herself full with it.
My room is the second down the corridor, and it’s dark when we go in, the fire and candles unlit. Caliane shivers from cold, and I kneel by the fireplace, where the wood is neatly laid out—all it needs is a spark. Soon, fire crawls over the dry sticks, but it’s not enough to warm my queen yet.
My bed is large enough for two, and I pull her under the covers with me, leaving the toy on the bedside table. She shivers againstme, and I murmur in dismay, putting my arms tightly around her. I run way too hot, shaking from excitement, not chill. She burrows into me, soft and trusting, and I can’t help it. I get hard, because she’s here and she wants me, and that’s more than enough.
My mind fares well when blood rushes south to fill my unnatural dick. It’s luxurious to cuddle with my girl and be hard, something I couldn’t allow myself in the past. It was always a race to get off before my brain gave up.
Caliane presses closer, tangling her legs with mine. I stroke her hair and back as the fire crackles, moonlight painting the dark carpet blue. My girl sighs and strokes up my back, nestling against me like an animal seeking warmth.
Time passes. Warm currents of anticipation course through my veins, but I delay it as much as I can, luxuriating in this moment. I like the seeming aimlessness of it. Once we start, it will all careen toward one goal.
She sighs, stretching, and tickles my ribs just for a moment, stopping before I try to catch her hand.
“Remember when you asked me about breastmilk all those years ago?” she asks, sounding innocent and sweet, but the question instantly ripples through me, pooling low in my gut.
“Yeah?”
“I think I’d be fine with it. Like—tonight. We could try.”
“Oh fuck.”
She giggles, and I struggle, black spots dotting my vision before I blink them away. My cock just hardened in a blinding rush, and it’s a rigid spike poking her breast from below. For a moment, I’m afraid I’ll faint again. This is too good.
“I don’t have much, but I think you can squeeze out enough for a taste.”
“I won’t squeeze it out. I want to suck it out of you. Yeah?”
