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I clench my thighs together as lust pours through me. His eyes track my every movement, and the growl seems to increase. When he tips his head back, sniffing the air, mortification fills me.
Can he smell my arousal?
Fuck!
Leaping to my feet, I skirt around him, putting space between us. “So tell me more about your people,” I hurriedly request, trying to change the subject and distract myself from obsessing about his lips or fingers.
He’s the one who’s still now, his tail poised as if to strike. His black eyes track my every movement, the only move he makes himself. “What do you want to know?” His voice is just a growl, the low cadence making me turn away. My nipples pebble through the thin shirt, and an ache blooms deep inside of me. Even his voice has me wet, and he knows it. He sniffs the air again, and a proud, masculine smile curves his lips, only the fangs add to the effect rather than detract.
I search the room for something, anything, to use as an escape, but I’m trapped here with him. It’s not fear that he might kill me that has me keeping my distance, but fear that he might eat me alive and I would enjoy it.
“You are…aroused.” His voice is deep and has me thinking of very different things he would probably growl out before heat blooms in my cheeks.
I turn to him in astonishment, sputtering, “You can’t—You don’t just go around saying that!”
“Why not?” he asks, his brows furrowed in confusion as he steps towards me. I step back until we are playing cat and mouse. “It is true—I can smell your need.”
“It’s not—People don’t just come straight out and say it.”
“Then people are idiots.” He smirks. “Arousal is normal, arousal is good. The smell of desire to a fertile male is enough to drive them wild. Many fight and die for the pleasure of their women to show their strength.”
“Yeah, well, no, humans don’t do that. We play…hard to get. We don’t always admit when we are, erm, aroused,” I mutter, completely embarrassed by this conversation.
“Why?” he queries. “Why would you hide it when giving into the arousal is so much sweeter? Men would beg to give you pleasure, to taste a drop of your desire.”
I blink at him in shock. “Human men don’t. They sometimes use it against you,” I admit. “Sometimes, they take when you say no, or if you want it too badly, they call you horrible names, as if women shouldn’t relish the same arousal they have.”
“I do not understand,” he rumbles. “Arousal is good. It is a sign of companionship, sometimes even love, but always trust. It is an honour for a female to desire you.”
“Not with my people.” I laugh bitterly as he carries on walking towards me. My eyes drop to his front, noticing his obvious erection, and it’s massive. “Erm.” I cough, my cheeks heating so much, I bet I’m just red all over.
He tilts his head, glancing down at his clear sign of desire. “With my people, we do not hide the proof of our wants. We show our females how desirable we find them.”
“I am not one of your females,” I whisper as my back hits the wall. He continues walking towards me until I have to tilt my head back as he stops in front of me.
His hand comes out, and I hold my breath, but all he does is twine a finger through my hair, tugging at it. “Your hair is the same colour as my skin,” he murmurs, and my breath catches, because he’s right—it is. “And it does not matter. I have wanted you since the moment I met you, but I did not wish to scare you, little human.”
“Yeah, you terrify me,” I admit, and not because he’s a monster, but because I’m starting to feel comfortable with him, more comfortable and safe than with my own kind, while also craving him like I’ve never craved another. Desire has always been a second thought, not exactly a priority, but with him, it’s like I can’t even breathe through the desperate lust, and it’s all I can think about. My eyes run greedily across his exposed muscles and then back to his lips.
I wonder what he would taste like.
“Do not fear me, Aria. I would never hurt you. I would rip out my own heart before I did.”
“People do not talk like that,” I say again as his huge arms come up and press to the wall on either side of my shoulders, trapping me. His entire focus is on me, his desire still evident as he sniffs the air as if drinking in my own.
It shouldn’t excite me as much as it does.
I need to get out of here before I do something stupid, like throw myself at Akuji.
“Can we stop talking about this please?” I beg, and luckily, he takes pity on me. His arms still cage me against the wall, where I pant, feeling tiny and so fucking turned on that I want to climb him and give into my curiosity.
“Yes, Aria,” he rumbles, but then he leans in and licks my face, and it shouldn’t be as hot as it is. “But just so you know, your scent will stay with me forever, keeping me harder than I have ever been before, dreaming of the chance to give you the pleasure your body so desperately wants. I would kill every monster here for that honour. I would tear down the wall for it. I would give you so much pleasure, you would never want to go back to the humans. But I will wait. I will wait and dream of it.” Leaning back, he brushes his lips across my face, the tips of his fangs scraping along my lip. I inhale and lean into him. “And if you want to act upon your desire, Aria, I will be waiting. No judgement here, I am not a human male. I am a warrior who would revel in it, who would roar to the heavens with the joy of getting to give it to you.” He steps back and lies down casually, like he didn’t just blow my mind.
I slump into the wall, staring at him. His eyes are closed, and his body is relaxed, even with a giant tent in his leather, making me gulp and look away.
How the hell do I survive him?
“What do you wish to know about my people?” he finally asks, and I slump a little more. I am too overwhelmed by him to think clearly.
