LILY
For the firsttime since I was thrust into this bizarre joke of a reality survival show, I wake up uncertain of where I am. My first thought is that someone put a heavy blanket on me during the night, and I’m groggy and well-rested thanks to it.
It’s only when my yawn cracks my jaw and I try to move that I realize I’m not at Ellison’s apartment, and the weighted blanket I thought was hanging over me is, in fact, my Draegon partner, Zan-De’Eer.
The heat is the next thing that hits me. Not just the memory of last night, but the heat I’ve managed to keep at bay this long, which is back full force, worse than it ever was.
“I thought you touching me was supposed to make it better,” I groan.
Zan moves slightly, repositioning us so that he’s no longer draped over me, giving me a polite distance. “It won’t be sated until I fill you up with my cum,” he says matter-of-factly.
I stare at him, too asleep to do anything but be shocked, despite the need that his words have spiked in me yet again. It’s getting to be a cruel joke at this point.
“You look surprised,” he says, tracing his talons over my cheek.
I lean into it, surprising both of us. And when I open my eyes, he’s watching me carefully, like he’s memorizing every single little expression I make. It makes me uncomfortable to be scrutinized, to be measured in such a way, and I force my gaze away, back to the chair.
Which I let him eat me out in last night, right. That wasn’t a safe place to look. Fantastic.
“Until you have my cum deep inside you, the heat will continue. It’s our species’ way of making sure that we continue.”
“You don’t have to keep saying it.”
“Well, you seem to be confused about the scientific components of the heat.”
He scratches his chin thoughtfully, his hair spilled all over the pillow we share, and I realize I have no memory of going to sleep last night.
“You tore my clothes off,” I say.
“You liked it.”
I did, but I’m not about to tell him that, so I just glare at him through narrowed slits.
“You’re very adorable when you look so angry at the fact that I satisfied you.”
“Maybe I am.” I shrug a shoulder. “Maybe. I don’t think it was fair.”
“Fair to whom? I was the one taking care of you, if I recall correctly.”
I don’t know what to say to that because it’s not false. And then I start to feel a little guilty for not reciprocating. Haven’t I always hated when partners didn’t even bother to get me off?
My mouth twists to the side as an idea comes out of nowhere, slamming into my brain like a meteor. This would be quite the sonic boom of a move if I can pull it off.
“Yeah. It’s not fair,” I say again, a teasing edge to my voice, and I sound much more confident than I feel. Thankfully, I don’t need him knowing just how nervous I am about this entire endeavor I’m about to embark on. Nope, that little tidbit can be kept to myself.
“You begged me for it. You wanted it." His chest heaves as he inhales deeply. "Do you regret what happened?”
“Nope,” I say, popping the P. “I don’t regret it at all.”
His talon leaves a trail of heat down my skin where he touches me. “You fell asleep and didn’t even teach me how to cuddle.”
“Yet we woke up cuddling,” I say, taken slightly aback, my plan momentarily forgotten as I tilt my head and consider him. “You were holding me. That’s what cuddling is.”
I look down at my naked body, my nipples perking up as I remember the way his fingers felt on them last night. Not that I usually cuddle naked, because that leads to?—
I trail off, arching my eyebrow.
“You know I always have complained about my partners?—”
