I stare at the large pink knitted socks and then tuck them into my chest. “Mama, this is amazing. Thank you. I’m gonna go give these to him and make sure he’s still breathing.”
I don’t mention the pain flaring inside of me, the fog closing in around my brain. Instead, I just make my way toward the door, grabbing the bag with the herbs inside.
I can’t wait to have that zitha dissolve on my tongue and for the pain to recede.
Pushing through my front door, I nearly fall onto the sofa, my hands trembling as I pull out the herbs Everest placed inside. I peel it open, and my vision blurs as I pinch a bunch between my fingers. This is a bad one. One of the worst flares I’ve felt. Everything has been too much.
Right now, I’m gonna take more than I usually do. Maybe then the pain will stay away for longer. I push the small pile of herbs between my lips and feel them dissolve on my tongue.
The pain subsides almost immediately, but something else zips through me. Something that makes my body warm and my cock perk up.
The bag of herbs falls to the floor, and I arch up, feeling suddenly loose and on edge. My cock leaks, and my hole seems to stretch open.
I should be afraid of the sudden change in my body, but I’m not.
Oh god, I’m not. I’m…I’m something else. Needy. Desperate. Horny as fuck, like if I don’t get something inside of me, I might actually die.
I reach between my legs and drag my palm over my hard, aching cock, letting out a low groan. Oh fuck, that feels too good, but it’s not enough.
I need to be sucked and filled.
I need Cielo.
eighteen
CIELO
Iwake to the sound of Dante in the other room. He is moaning loudly, which alarms me because I know that he is alone.
I sit up, my body feeling slightly different because of the clear liquid the old, wise human gave me. But as I sit there and blink back awake, I realize that I feel clear-headed.
Perhaps that fire I consumed helped cleanse me.
I do not have time to think on it because Dante moans again. But it is not in pain, not quite. It is in pleasure.
Something is wrong, and there’s a scent in the air I can’t seem to resist. It creates a warmth in my chest I vaguely recognize, but I don’t have time to analyze it.
Not when Dante needs me.
I move out into the other room and see Dante on the couch, writhing, his hand down his pants, his eyes slightly wild. I inhale sharply at the sight of him, and when I do, I smell his desire. It is coming off him in waves that threaten to sink under my skin and send me into a breeding rut.
It makes my mouth water, my claws extending from my fingertips.
“Cielo,” he breathes when he catches sight of me. “Oh god. I don’t know what’s happening…” He arches his hips up and shucks his pants down his legs. They get caught on his thighs, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He shuttles his hand up and down his cock, unthinking, acting solely on the instinct of a Vyastil in heat. “Something in those herbs…”
I rush toward him, plucking the bag off the ground and peering inside. When I take a whiff, I realize what he’s taken. Zitha, yes, but also ruenox and oyen—the cum herb and the one used for breeding.
I did not know you could mix these, but based on the way Dante is panting, it has worked too well.
I stare at his cock. It is small and leaking cum, and my mouth waters profusely at the sight of it, the scent of it. It makes me hungry. I want to lean down and ease his pain, but I cannot.
They have forbidden it. It is my punishment.
Dante rolls onto his side, and his hand slides down his ass, two fingers pushing against his hole.
“I need lube. I need your cock. Oh god, I need something more than this. I’m going to die.”
I stare at him, unable to move. Dante is unhappy, he is hurting, aching. He says he is going to die, and I’m afraid he might mean this. I know that for a Vyastil during their breeding time, it is dangerous if they go into heat alone. I do not know what it will do to a human if they remain untouched.
