I step closer.
“For you, maybe it’s relief. Maybe it’s release. But I am not neutral in this.” My voice drops. “Our senses are stronger than humans…and your scent is driving me insane.”
Her eyelashes flutter. “Okay.”
“For the past week, every interaction we’ve had…” I pause, tapping my index finger against my elbow. “...you smell like sex, Lyn. Always. Like something that is begging to be eaten.”
She lets out a harsh breath. “Wow.”
“And do you know what that means for me?”
“I would like to.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “It means me imagining your thighs over my shoulders every night. Thinking about what you’d sound like if I made you beg. Wondering how many orgasms I could wring from you in a single evening with nothing but my fingers and my tongue.”
She chokes on a moan, breath making her chest rise and fall fast. “I didn’t—that was…holy shit.”
I take a step closer…then another, close enough that I can touch her.
“If we do this,” I say, “youhaveto be quiet. You cannot wake my daughter.”
Lyn swallows hard. “I don’t know if I can?—”
“Do you need me to gag you, Lyn?”
Her breath leaves her in a sharp, startled gasp—like I just cracked open some vault inside her she didn’t realize had been sealed shut. Her knees press together reflexively, her whole body trembling with the weight of the offer.
“No,” she whispers, voice rough. “I just—I’ll try. I promise I’ll try.”
I should stop here. I know that.
But I don’t.
“Youwilltry,” I say, low and steady. “Because if you make a sound loud enough to wake Solvi, I will stop. Even if you’re begging me not to.”
She nods.
“Use your words.”
“Yes,” she says quickly. “Yes, I understand. I’ll be quiet.”
I lean in another centimeter…just barelynottouching her.
“Now you’re going to lie down for me,” I murmur. “And you’re going to spread your legs…and let me taste what you brought me.”
CHAPTER 18
LYN
I have never,evertaken off my clothes as quickly as I am right now.
My hoodie comes off first and drops to the ground—then the tanktop underneath it, baring my breasts to him. Kaelion watches the whole time, not touching me—which is good, because it isn’t like I have any motor skills when his touch is making me come.
I move toward the bed, gesturing.
“Um,” I say, suddenly awkward. “Like—all my clothes?”
“Yes,” he says, voice still steady to the point of clinical. “Allof them.”
