He looks up at me.
I point to myself. “Monnnsterrrr.”
“No—”
“Yessss.” I lick my lips. “Monnnnster. Vyastil. Sammmmme.” I signsamein case he doesn’t understand. ‘You don’t think I’m bad,’ I add on my hands.
His eyes go very wide. ‘Never. Never bad. Never.’ His fingers are trembling. “Cielo.” He whispers my name like a song to the gods, and a shiver runs down my tail. “I’m not trying tobe possessive, okay? I just…this is all new and kind of weird. But it’s not like we’re dating.” I don’t know the meaning of all those words, but before I can ask, he says, “And anyway, it’s hypocritical of me because I’m going to have to go to the clinic eventually, so?—”
I react before I’m aware of it. I have him pinned to his car by the throat. I can feel his fragile little human heart beating in his veins against my fingertips.
There’s a humming growl rising in my chest, rippling along my throat, and before I can stop myself, I’m leaning in.
My fangs graze the exposed skin where his shirt falls off his shoulders, and then I lick along his neck, along that pulsing vein, along his jaw, over his lips. He breathes out roughly, but I can feel what he feels, just for a moment. Like a little flash inside his head before it’s gone.
Then I hear a whisper that doesn’t come from his lips.
Cielo.
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Do I love being pinned down by Cielo?
Yes.
Do I want him to stop?
No.
The only problem is, we can’t do what I’m imagining in public. Even in the more progressive times with the Vyastil being accepted and people realizing maybe things aren’t as black and white as they once appeared, I’m pretty sure they don’t want to see what I would like him to do to me.
Or even worse, they’ll think that Cielo is harming me. And by the state of my cock, any pain will be the good, delicious kind.
“Wait,” I say, my voice rough and thick. “Let’s go home.”
Cielo’s fangs still graze back and forth over my pulse point. He could so easily pierce it.
He could end it all.
But he doesn’t. Even with his immense strength, he doesn’t hurt me. He continues to pin me to the car as my hands run up his chest, grazing his skin anywhere I can. I feel his growl turn into a contented purr the longer I touch him.
“Cielo,” I say softly. He starts to relax. “Hey, let’s go home and finish this.”
I feel something in my mind, a push, and then I hear it distinctly. It’s not really in English. At least, I don’t think it is, but I understand him all the same.
“Yes.”
But he’s not saying it aloud; I feel his answer deep within me.
My lashes flutter, and suddenly my body feels warm all over. I’m pretty sure I hallucinated all of that, but then again, it could also be my mind tricking me into thinking I heard him when really, I’m just reading him so well.
For some reason, I just seem to get Cielo.
He pulls back, and our eyes meet. His rainbow eyes flash as my hand reaches up and cups his cheek.
“Come on.”
