Page 121 of Tempting Fate

No matter where I chose to live, he had to leave.

He stood, setting me on my feet. “Let me make us a drink. And I have baked some cakes, I brought some back for us. We can get through at least two more seasons of Lovers of Lietan in five days.”

I cradled the mug he brought, my head resting against his chest as we watched. He made the best tea. And the way he held me, always just right, grounding me, soothing me.

With Airida, I could believe miracles were possible.

His kalidi rose after lunch, as it still occasionally did. He sighed, palming his dick, and met my eyes. “I don’t want to do this on my own. Will you watch me?”

My pussy clenched at the mental image of him stroking himself. Of course I would, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I wasn’t ready for this to be over, not so soon. Not like this.

Fuck, I was in way too deep. Airida had crept into my closed-off heart without me even realising.

Through the fear, faint hope surfaced. He hadn’t tried to change me, hadn’t said I was too much or not enough. Despite my previous vows, god, it was so tempting to let him in. To keep him, if—

“I want you, Imani.” He turned pleading eyes on me. “One more time. Please?”

My leggings were off before he’d finished speaking. I worked oil over his gorgeous dick, memorising the sight and feel of him. Once I’d mapped every contour, every ridge and bead, I took his hand in mine and stroked his filed-down claws. “Only if you tell me what these are about.”

“Don’t tease me. Not now.”

I straddled him, bringing his fingers to my entrance. “I’m not going to, kitten. Show me.”

Airida’s mouth dropped open. He caught his lip with his tusks and traced the seam of my cunt with a slow, reverent touch. “This is what brings you pleasure.” Confident fingers skimmed circles around my clit before he slid one inside. “And this.” He added the second one and pressed deep, crooking his fingers, catching that sensitive spot just right.

My eyes rolled up in my head. How does he know? My legs trembled with the effort of holding myself up, and I whimpered as he stroked me towards the edge.

“One day, I want to feel you come on my fingers,” he murmured, “but not today.” He drew them out, circling my clit before bringing them to his mouth.

I wanted that. I want more than this.

He moaned as he sucked all my wetness from his fingers, his tongue chasing every last drop.

Why hadn’t I let him do this before?

I fitted him to me. “I’ll have to be quiet.”

“I do not think you”—he gasped as I sunk down, easing him inside until I took as much of him as I could—“know what that means.”

Leaning forwards, I pressed a finger to his lips. “Hush, and let me ride you.”

Before I could move, he slicked his tongue out, coiling it around my digit before that long, thick appendage retreated into his mouth.

Electric shivers ran through all my nerve endings. Kissing him would be incredible. That was what I fantasised about—not sex, but his lips on mine, his tongue doing unspeakable things as I taught him everything I knew.

“Naughty kitten.” I thrust down, hard.

His head sank into the mattress, and he bucked his hips to meet me.

I remembered how hard he’d fucked me that morning we’d woken still joined—one of the only times we’d done this outside of kalidi. I closed my eyes, wanting to sear this moment into my brain, his perfect dick inside me, the quiet slaps of our skin and breathy gasps.

His claws bit into the pillowy flesh of my thighs, possessive, as if he could keep me here with him.

Stop thinking. Just feel.

I planted my hands on his firm chest and rode him faster.

“Imani, look at me,” he whispered, a ragged, fractured thing.