Both eyebrows lift up, his lips parting, showing off just the barest touch of pointed fang.
“Truly, your fascination with all things alien cock should be studied,” he finally manages dryly. “Weren’t you talking about the—” he gestures to the strange wand of a shower head and then to himself.
He gives me an amused look, a small puff of air coming out like a laugh. “I was simply talking about the equipment to help you clean yourself.”
A wicked light gleams in his eyes as his gaze rakes across my body, slowly, leaving fire in its wake as he drags it back up again. He licks his lips, the tip of his tongue lingering on his fang. “But I’m happy to test out just what your soft little hands can do to me, if that’s what you’re offering.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I say, annoyed at getting myself into this situation again. Did I really have to make an innuendo when he was sincerely trying to help me clean?
“I’m not going to make you do anything, Lily, but if you want to satisfy your own curiosity…” He gestures to the hard protrusion between his legs, covered up by pants.
My mouth grows dry, and I swallow, then cough, realizing I’m staring at it. It’s hard not to, because it’s?—
“It’s moving?”
“It skithes for you,” he says, satisfied with my curiosity and attention.
“Do I want to know what that means?”
“From the way that you’re still staring at it, I assume that you do.”
His hands move to his waistband, and he starts to lower them, revealing hard-cut abs. Wetness blooms between my thighs because, my gosh, I do want to see that. I want to see it so badly. To satisfy my curiosity. That’s all it is. Just curiosity. That’s all this is.
I’ve never seen that before. Well, I’ve seen plenty of that, but not a purple one. I tilt my head, fascinated in spite of myself.
“I’m not going to show you unless you ask,” he says, his gaze hungry but his tone light.
“Fine, show me,” I say, waving a hand dismissively.
“Ah,” he tuts. “You have to ask nicely.”
“Fine.”
I make the most suggestive eye contact I possibly can. Because if he is going to tease me, then I’m going to tease him right back, and that’s just how this is going to work.
“I’d like to see your alien cock please,” I tell him as sweetly as I can. Slightly sarcastically, but sweet enough… for me.
There’s no denying the sheer lust in his face now, and I realize that maybe I’ve overplayed my hand because I’m feeling it too.
He reaches out a finger tipped in one of those sharp lavender talons. And just barely strokes the lethal tip of it across my jawline.
“I’m afraid that’s not good enough, my sweet Lily. If you want to see my cock, you’re going to have to let me bathe you.”
He reaches up, tapping my nose once. “You.” Another tap. “Are.” Another tap. “Filthy.” Two taps.
I jerk my face away, annoyed as hell, but also slightly amused, in spite of myself.
“Fine, you can bathe me,” I say with as much of an air of casualness as I can muster. Which is a whole heck of a lot, considering the fact that my entire body feels like it’s on fire from this goddamn Draegon heat.
“But first,” I hold up my own finger and tap his nose. Well, it’s more like a flick because I do it pretty hard, but you know, whatever. “You have to tell me what sky-thing means.”
I glance down at his cock, which is now truly doing something incredibly distracting in his pants.
“Ah.” He wiggles his own finger at me, then wraps his hand around my wrist, placing it over his cock. “Skithing is not something I can tell you about. It’s something you have to feel for yourself, little human.”
I suck in a breath, fascinated. Because the thing in his pants is humongous, for one, and for two, it’s moving faster. Not like one of those frat boy pull your pants down, do a helicopter dance when you’re drunk at a keg party.
Not that I know what that’s like,I lie to myself primly.
