“I guess so.” I grimace.
“You do know you’re gonna have to seriously modify some panties for Rathyn and ask your mom for some more socks?”
I peer over my shoulder and see Rathyn lifting his socked foot, his claws poking out of the stitches, trilling loudly. Cielo responds, the two of them continuing to speak in Eretharian.
“Why do they seem like two divas right now?”
“Because they are,” I reply, and Everest giggles.
“I cannot believe this is how our date ended up,” he says, sweeping the sex toys off the counter and into the bag. The doorbell rings, and Everest rushes to answer it.
And I sit there, pain niggling at my joints and twisting my stomach slightly. But I refuse to ruin this night. I hear Rathyn trill again as Cielo peels the panties off his thighs and hands them over to be examined.
Cielo beams, looking ecstatic as Rathyn sits down to pull them on.
He looks proud that Rathyn is impressed. He looks truly happy, the kind of happiness I see him wear when he is with me or with his friends from the gym.
No, I’m not going to ruin this night.
I’m going to let the warmth of this experience, of this closeness with friends, carry me through.
twenty-four
CIELO
My eyes dart across the room when I see Dante at the counter, placing herbs on his tongue. I know what they are immediately. I spent my years before my service to the capital harvesting them and sending them either to Earth to help the humans produce more cum, or to the villages, so during breeding time, the females would be able to mate and produce viable eggs.
I can smell it from where I stand. It reminds me of the times when the scent of picking fresh leaves would send me into a rut, and I would have to hurry deep into the caves to keep the others safe. It would have been a death sentence on Erethar, to be unmated and taking this herb.
To be placing myself deep inside my Dante and filling him with my seed is the most grievous sin, but I still wish to see him fat with an egg. And even worse, I wish to tell him that is what I want.
But we have done this before, and Dante seems to have no regrets.
Now, he looks me in the eye as the herbs melt on his tongue. I can scent him almost immediately. He smells like lust, likeforever, like VySytheh, though I dare not speak that word aloud. It is as ancient as the Vyastil, and it is forbidden.
But it does not change that my hearts know he belongs to me.
I cross the room without realizing it, just as he begins to shake, and his arms curl around me the moment his chest touches mine. He groans, rocking his cock against my thigh, wordlessly begging for relief, and I plan to give it to him.
Over and over and over, I will take him. I will make him cum. I will lap it from his skin and drink from him as he spills.
But for now, as my claws begin to shred his clothes, leaving him glistening with sweat and writhing against me, I kiss him. His tongue searches for mine, hungry and just as possessive as I am.
If he were Vyastil, he would have shoved me against the wall and sank his fangs into my neck while singing the song of our forever. But his human body seems unsure as he all but climbs into my arms.
“Need you,” he gasps. “Please, Cielo. Please.”
His voice has reached a whine, so needy it makes my cock extend, and I push it against his. Groaning loudly, he tilts his head to the side, the rapid beat of his pulse in his neck almost too tempting.
But I must not.
This is already a crime. I have defied every law, have ignored my sentence. I have taken a human, taken cum, and taken pleasure.
But as his scent floods my nostrils and my mind is consumed with my Dante’s overwhelming need to be filled and kept and bred, I do not care.
I will not care.
“I have you,” I sing to him in Eretharian. He doesn’t understand the words, but he understands the meaning frommy mind. We are connected as I spin him against the kitchen counter, then lay his torso along the flat, cool surface.
