He clicked. “Fellisse will take care of those. We soaked, earlier, with Kinnek and Charles.” He unfastened my brooch. It left the thin material of my scarf slithering around my sensitive skin and over the thin chain of my necklace when Inkiri slowly pulled down one end of the scarf while his tongue distracted me.
I didn’t always wear a scarf—sometimes I forgot, and it wasn’t always comfortable in summer. I’d talked it over with Inkiri, and he said he didn’t mind, that he loved that I wore one in the first place, seeing as it wasn’t a human thing. In moments like these, when he undressed me and paid special attention to the scarf, I could tell it was a definite turn-on for him. I was glad I’d wound one around my neck earlier today.
“I know we soaked.” I tipped my head back to give him better access, and his low clicks made me melt even as the end of the scarf slithered away, leaving my neck fully bare. “Why’s that a problem?”
He growled and pulled back so he could look me in the eyes. “You smell of soap and shampoo. My scent barely lingers on you.”
“But you lick and kiss my throat all the time.”
“Yes, but I want my brother to know this is beyond anything casual or practical for you. I want him to know we’re properly mated, that our mate call is true and strong like the stuff of legends.”
“You…want to put your scent…erm…all over me?”
A sly grin stretched his lips. “Yes. And inside you.”
“Inside… Ah. Not that anyone’s going to smell that. I mean, not to get icky.”
He clicked. “No part of you is icky, sweet thing. A bagu’s sense of smell is better than a human’s. They’ll know. Zeddira will know.”
I didn’t understand their sibling rivalry, or whatever this was, but if my husband had someone to prove something to, then all I could do was support him in that endeavor.
He picked me up, and since my weirdo spouse had conditioned my body to react to his touch, I wrapped my legs around him. I glanced at the open window in our room once more. I didn’t think I could make a run for it and shut the window before I ended up on my back on the bed. Nope, I’d just have to keep my voice down.
As if Inkiri had heard my thoughts, he closed the distance to the bed and dropped me on it. Well, he carefully lowered me, supporting my neck with a firm palm and making sure the back of my head came to rest on a pillow. He was good at ravishing someone softly like that.
Inkiri stood over me, slit-pupiled eyes not wavering as he undressed. He had a casual way of doing that. A striptease wasn’t exactly his thing, but he took his time with undressing whenever I was watching.
Maybe it was that he wasn’t at all self-conscious about being naked. And, of course, Inkiri had a beautiful body, all smooth skin and muscles toned from all the combat workouts he did. Like he often did, he remained where he was to let me feast my eyes on the sight of him while he undid his braids and combed his hair through with his fingers, pushing it back behind his pointy ears.
“Do you want to be on your back while you take my cock, sweet thing?” His flushed cock shimmered with lubrication and strained toward me.
I nodded like I always did when he asked me this. To be fair, I didn’t really care so long as he was in charge and made it good, and Inkiri always made it good. I felt guilty about that sometimes, but Inkiri was adamant that he loved the dynamic.
He tilted his head this way and that. “I see. What if I put you on your belly instead? You like that too, yes?”
I felt heat rise in my cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from arousal.
“If you want to spin me around and push me into the pillows, you’ll have to do it yourself. I’m not doing it for you.” I was overacting, but Inkiri didn’t care. He’d never once made fun of me for the acting. We’d sat up awake some nights, and I’d recited plays I’d memorized over the years to him, doing all the characters in different voices, and he’d listened, completely engrossed and—to all appearances—sucked in by my superior performance. I was even willing to give Paradise Lost a try at this rate.
He grinned, flashing teeth. “I’m stronger than you, my mate. You forget how easily I can control you and make you take my barb however I like.”
This really was the pinnacle of all the roleplaying we’d gotten into, and I loved it. Hearing Inkiri say that made it difficult to breathe.
“Oh, well, in that case…” I actually fanned myself with my hand.
He licked his lips. “But I will have you naked first so I can examine every part of your soft body.”
I sucked in a desperate breath and nodded. Inkiri bent over me. I was wearing one of Kinnek’s old modified T-shirts, with decorative buttons sewn on along where it had been cut open from neck to hem so it could be worn by horned people. It was sort of baggy on me but would’ve been almost skimpy on Kinnek. It was white, with a cherry and half-moon pattern repeating all over it, and I loved it.
Inkiri undid the buttons and pulled the shirt open so he could run his fingers over my chest. His touch was always so soft that it tickled just enough to make me shiver and squirm, but I clearly wasn’t squirming enough for his taste today. He squeezed my nipples with both hands, rolling them between his fingers.
I whimpered, but he didn’t let up, not until I bucked up against him and nearly screamed with the sharpness of the sensation, the intensity of it, and my cock was hard and leaking in my shorts.
Inkiri made a satisfied sound. “Good. Just from the smallest of touches, you moan for me.”
I blinked my eyes clear and stared up at him, and he…did it again. This time, I screamed.
My blood was rushing in my ears when he finally let up. The reprieve was short-lived though, just a means for him to get me out of my pants. He licked my lower belly, sucking the precum off my skin.
