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She nods. "All true. Which is why we're done. I told him that, and I suspect he took it out on you. That's why your collar was turned on maximum 'accidentally.'" She lifts a hand and makes a gesture, crooking a finger. "Which is bullshit, and I'm furious that you were tortured. Furious." Her fists clench. "I know I told Novis I was going to keep quiet, but the more I think about it, the angrier I get. Riffin had no right—"
"It is done." I put a hand over her clenched fist. I love that she is angry on my behalf—it makes me feel good—but right now I am far more interested in getting her arousal scent in the air again than anything else. "You know what would make him furious?"
"What?" Bee sits up, facing me.
I grin, knowing full well that it makes my expression fearsome. "If we share breath and I make you come."
She tilts her head, studying me. "That would make him angry, yes. But the reason I told you all of this is because…" She clenches a fist over her heart. "The sexual part of me is dead inside. I don't want any sort of sexual relationship. At all. It does nothing for me."
"I understand…but I could make you come," I state again.
Bee's expression flicks with annoyance. "It's my body, and I know what it's capable of. Trust me, you can't."
"I bet I can. I am a champion. I am bred to be the best at all things. Why not pleasuring a female? Just because I have not done it yet doesn't mean that I cannot." When she looks away from me, I put a knuckle under her chin and gently guide her head up, forcing her to make eye contact with me. "I am a fast learner, Bee. Let me try."
She licks her lips, pulling away from me. "And when I stay dead inside?"
"You won't."
"Your arrogance is really irritating, you know that?"
"Arrogance? I see it as truth." I lean in, drinking in her scent. It's changing again, losing the fear-sourness and going back to her regular, pleasant one. She goes still when I move closer, her eyes fluttering shut, and I take that as a good sign. Carefully, I rub my nose against the soft skin at her temple, my hand curving to cup her thigh and holding her against me. "When we talk, your scent changes. I can smell your cunt growing wet when you are near me. Is that scent for me, or is it for one of the guards?"
She shudders when I mention the guards. "Not them."
"Then it is for me," I state, pleased. "And if my presence and my words can make your cunt wet, then surely the rest of me can." I want to rub my face all over her, to bathe in her scent. Kef, she smells so good I want to lick her all over. I drag one tusk through her soft mane, entranced by the scent of it. There's a hint of rain left there, and it just adds to the pleasure of breathing her in. I slide my hand up her back, and she feels so delicate under my grasp. I am clawed and fanged and spiked and dangerous, but she is in my embrace, her scent drifting towards arousal, and I enjoy this moment very, very much.
"Victor," Bee whispers.
"You like words," I murmur. "So we will start with words. Tell me how this sharing of breaths works. This kiss. Explain it to me."
Her breath hitches. "I could probably show you—"
"No, describe it first." I want to hear her say the words, to think about it, because I suspect if I just paw at her, I will be no better off than her mesakkah fool.
Bee's weight shifts on my leg. When she shifts again, I want to ask if she is uncomfortable, but then her arousal scent floods the room. She is squirming, restless, just like me. I bite back a groan of pleasure, keeping my expression neutral. If I tell her how much her scent has changed, she will skitter away, nervous. "Well," she begins, and her voice is husky and warm and delicious. She puts a hand on my chest and gazes at her fingers against my skin. "It is a human custom to show affection. You can kiss a friend or a relative on the cheek, but only lovers kiss on the mouth."
"Do lovers kiss anywhere else?" I ask, because my imagination is full of places I would like to put my mouth.
Bee's face flushes. She nods, her scent increases, and then she bats at my chest lightly. "You're getting ahead of me. We're describing mouth kisses."
"Very well. I shall be quiet so you may teach me."
Her brow goes up and she gives me a wry look. "You're not very good at being quiet."
