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Awkward.
Might as well get it over with.
“It’s weird. Women have a thing on the outside of their vagina called a clit. It’s kind of like a pleasure button, if you use it right. There’s another pleasure point inside of a vagina called a g-spot, too, but they’re pretty much impossible for guys to find. There are a ton of jokes about them back on Earth because of how shitty men are at making them work.
“Mmm.” Calian’s voice was low, but flooded with interest. “I assume you’ve never had a man find yours.”
“You assume correctly.” I stared at the ceiling, my humor fading. “There’s another thing back on Earth, we call it sexual assault. Or rape. It’s when a guy forces himself on a woman. You don’t have anything like that here, right? Between men or women?”
He growled, “Of course we don’t. We like killing far too much. If anyone so much as considered something like that, their death would be fucking horrible.”
That made me feel slightly better, even though liking killing didn’t exactly seem like a logical reason to not have sexual assault.
“Did that happen to you on Earth?” Calian asked me a few minutes later, his voice lower and deadlier.
I bit my lip, but didn’t answer.
“Should any man give you any unwanted touch in my world, you tell me immediately. I will relish his dismemberment,” the fae told me.
My throat swelled, but I said nothing.
“Should I ever do anything to hurt you, there’s a chink in every dragon’s scales. A soft, vulnerable spot, where a knife will end his life instantly. It’s in a different place on every dragon, and mine is on the inside of my left thigh, regardless of my form.”
Regardless of his form?
“I don’t know what that means,” I whispered back, though I did know.
He was giving me a way to kill him, in case he ever hurt me.
“Come here,” he told me, his voice quiet.
I didn’t get up at first, but then curiosity and trust engulfed me so thickly that I could no longer ignore them.
My feet landed on the cold stone, and I shivered a little as I crossed the room. When I kneeled beside Calian, he was already sprawled out on the floor, no pillow or blanket in sight just like I expected.
“Can I take your fingers to the spot?” he asked me, his voice low and steady. His eyes were so fucking gorgeous, the damn things practically held me captive.
I jerked my head in a nod, putting my hand to his.
He dragged my hand over his thigh, and neither of us acknowledged the erection bulging so obviously in the soft material of his pants.
“It’s a depression in my skin,” he murmured, his fingers wrapping around mine until he had my pointer finger out. When he pressed it lightly into a spot inside his thigh, I felt a small indentation. It was smaller than my pinky, but when I pressed carefully against it, I felt that the skin in that spot was much, much softer than the area around it.
“Can I feel without clothes?” I asked him.
Maybe it was stupid, or ridiculous, but I wanted to know exactly where his weak spot was. Not because I expected I’d need to kill him, but… because I just wanted to know, I supposed.
“You don’t need permission, mate. I’m yours to touch,” he said, releasing my hand.
I guessed he wasn’t going to guide my hand if I put it in his pants, but I didn’t mind that.
The fingers touching the spot through his clothes remained where they were, and my other hand slid under the waistband of his pants.
His whole fucking body tensed as my palm dragged over his bare pelvis, past the erection that bobbed for me as I moved past it. His eyes closed, and his jaw clenched as he leaned his head back.
“Are you okay?” I whispered to him, as my fingers found the spot.
He made an agreement-like noise, his jaw still clenched.
