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Dahlia was the only one asking Felix questions, trying to figure out what the book was even saying, instead of just arguing with him about it. Then she saw Niles and looked up at him and their gazes locked.
She came home with him.
They were kissing all the way up the ladder to the loft, shedding articles of her clothing, and he had his hands all over her, cupping her breasts, between her thighs, stroking her wings. By the time he laid her down beneath him on his mattress, she was totally bare, every bit of her lavender-gray skin on display for him.
He lost no time touching her everywhere, raining kisses over her stomach, the underside of her breasts, her hip bones. He ran his hands over her knees as she demurred, saying she hadn’t been prepared, hadn’t shaved her legs, and he told her her leg hair was soft and girly, which was the truth.
He didn’t care about leg hair.
Leg hair wasn’t important.
What was important was that she was here with him now, and he wasn’t going to fuck this up.
Niles had figured all of this out.
See, she was twisted up, and there were all kinds of reasons for it, but Niles thought it was primarily Tommy’s fault.
She had a bad experience as a teenager and she’d latched onto it like it was predictive of her entire future. Now, she saw herself as doomed and damaged. But Tommy had enforced that, and mostly so that he could position himself as her savior.
Yes, Tommy sailed in and let her loose her dark desires on him, let her feed on him when she was out of control. So, now, she owed Tommy, and it was some debt she could never repay, no matter what Tommy did. She excused all of Tommy’s behavior because he was this saint who never complained when she “hurt” him. It was all bullshit, though. It was Tommy manipulating her.
Anyway, she might think she wanted that, but what she really wanted was someone who was actually devoted to her, not someone who was using her.
Niles had her naked in his bed again, and he was going to show her how he felt about her. He was going to be whatever she needed, subjugate himself to her every whim.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked, mouth on her inner thigh. “I’ll do anything you want.”
“Mmm…” she sighed. “Mmm, that’s good.”
“This?” He kissed her thigh again. “You want my mouth on your pussy?”
“That sounds nice,” she said.
He dove in, tongue delving between the lips of her. He lapped at her clit, enjoying her little mewls of enjoyment. “I want to worship your pussy. It’s perfect,” he murmured against her. “Look at this shy little clit coming out of her hood to say hi. Pretty little clit.” He kissed her there.
She moaned his name. “Niles?”
“Mmm?”
“Can I have venom?”
“Whatever you want,” he said.
“I want it all over,” she said, wriggling into him. “Bite my breasts?”
He propped his head up. “I don’t know about that. How about a little bit right on the tips of your nipples. We’ve got to be careful close to your heart. It’s paralyzing, you know.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “I hurtyourheart.” A pause. “Punish me?”
He shook his head. “No, no, you don’t need to… it’s not like that.”
“Have you ever bit someone’s neck?”
His mouth was dry. Something about all this talk of biting, it was making his fangs expand. They eased out, protruding over his bottom lip. “No, and I’m not biting yours.”
“But if you were biting a lady naga to make her stay still while you mated with her—”
“Uh, no one does that anymore. I mean, maybe our ancestors did that, but that would be…” Rape.
