Those words have branded themselves into my brain.
I lean forward against the countertop, breathing through my nose.
I won’t touch her again.
I can’t.
But I don’t know how I’m going to survive wanting to.
CHAPTER 14
LYN
I can now say very confidentlythat I am unable to orgasm without, specifically, the touch of Kaelion Rhyss.
Fuck.
Double, triple fuck.
Orin and I lay in bed propped up on the pillows, me in a t-shirt and underwear, him in sweats. We pass a joint laced with some alien shit back and forth, but even that isn’t enough to help me wind down.
I still need to come. Haven’t come.
And Iwon’tcome until I either fix my brain or give in and breach every ethical boundary in galactic history.
“Okay, so…you gonna explain to me what’s going on or are we just getting high?” Orin asks, looking at me sidelong. “Do you want me to go?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Yes…maybe.”
“I can leave the weed if that’s what this is about.”
I sigh, letting my head drop back to stare at the ceiling. “I think I really fucked myself up,” I mutter.
He hums. “Yeah, that’s…usually the point.”
I flick him in the ribs, and it reminds me of Kaelion doing the same thing to me and nearly giving me an orgasm.
Oh…oh to be flicked by Kaelion fucking Rhyss.
“I’m serious,” I say. “Something’s wrong with me.”
He studies me. “Wrong how?”
I hesitate, then hold my hand out for the joint again and take a long drag. It’s smoother than the stuff back home, a little sweet, too. Merati drugs, maybe. I don’t know.
“Okay,” I say. “You remember last week when Thalara met me at the clinic? Lab accident.”
“Yeah, scared the hell out of all of us.”
“I appreciate your confidence in me.”
“Apparently the lack of it wasn’t misplaced.”
I pass the joint back to him. “Touché. Anyway…the accident was funny at first—because my pain translator turned out to cause arousal. Like, intense arousal. Orgasm. On the lab floor.”
He snorts, a puff of smoke coming out and making him cough.
“Are you fucking serious?”
