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She curls in on herself self-consciously when the wrappings are removed. Her breasts are pert, her nipples hardened by the cold of the cave. She covers them with her hands, color rising in her cheeks. I pry her hands away gently, leaning down to lick the swells of them. She trembles at the slickness of my mouth on her breasts and more of her arousal perfumes the air between us.
“Am I scaring you?” I ask, caging her hands so she can’t hide herself from me.
“No,” she says, then pauses to consider it. “I don’t know, maybe. This is a first for me.”
I freeze. For the love of our lost gods, she can’t mean what I think she means. I don’t care what Axion will have to say about it, Ican’tclaim a woman’s maidenhead like this, no matter who she is or how useful she may be to the cause. It’s monstrous, even for us.
“You’re a...?”
“Virgin?” she finishes with a light laugh. “Oh, Gods no. Not for years. The first time was to spite my father for trying to marry me off young and the other times were mostly for bartering. This is...” She sucks in a breath when I release one of her hands, letting mine settle on the underside of one breast instead. “It’s just... the first time I’ve actuallywantedsomeone.”
“You’ve never bedded a man you wanted?”
She shakes her head. “I know it sounds strange and I’ve always thought something was wrong with me that I felt no desire, though Belle says its normal for some people. Then I met you and...”
Blaze lets her hand rest lightly on the left side of my chest, feeling the tempo of my first heart against her palm. The other two are pounding as well, though she can’t feel them in this position. She lets out a shuddering breath.
“I want this for the very first time in my life. It sounds absurd, but it’s the truth.”
And now I feel like even more of a dick than before. I want to flee to Axion, to tell him that this won’t work. It’s my pheromones tricking her into an illusion of desire. This must be what it looks like when a woman with no desire is exposed to my gift. She’s sane because she’s never felt this before. It isn’t a normal part of her makeup. The truth will break something in her. But I know what he’ll say if I go slinking to his side. He’ll send me back. Or worse, he’ll try to seduce her himself. He’s a good leader, a masterful tactician, but this is not his arena. What’s the bastardized term the Fantasians use?He’s a fighter, not a lover. He’ll send Blaze screaming off into the dark where she’ll plummet to her death.
No, it has to be me.
“Lay back for me, Blaze,” I say softly. If I try to speak at normal volume, my voice will betray me.
Blaze obeys, only pausing to fold what’s left of her tunic into a sort of pillow before reclining on the stone. I wish I had something softer to rut her on. The stone won’t be the most comfortable surface for this, but I’m confident that with enough effort, she won’t be in any frame of mind to care about the roughness of the floor. I slide her ruined trousers down her legs. Legs that are long, toned, made lean and capable by her vocation. I pause for a moment to take her in, appreciating the beauty of her. It’s rare that I have a woman like this, taking the submissive role. Most of the women Lycaon throws in my bed simply climb on top of me, riding my cock until they hit their climax. And while I’d prefer to rut her from behind, as is traditional, this is still satisfying.
She tenses when I climb over her as if she expects me to lift her legs and slide my cock into her without preamble. Perhaps it’s all she knows, if she’s never had a satisfying encounter. Human males are truly some of the worst creatures I’ve ever encountered. Mistreating their females seems to be a regular pastime. I rub my nose along her brow, down the line of her jaw, and then trail sharp nips down her neck. She smells incredible, spicy, like something I could find in my homeland. I resist the urge to press my fangs deep into the muscle of her shoulder, marking her as mine. And that gives me cause for pause. I’ve never marked a submissive female as mine before, even when our lands were at peace. It would tie me to that female for life, and there is no one in our line who can do what I do. Yet. Someone was due to be born, giving me that choice, but for all I know, they’ve been killed in Lycaon’s senseless war.
Which is all the more reason to do what you’re told, Ransom,I remind myself.
Blaze is our only hope. Axion is convinced this is the only way. I have a duty.
Her back arches off the stone when I close the heat of my mouth over one taut nipple, laving it to attention with my tongue. Even in human form, it has a slightly different texture, which most women seem to appreciate. They go mad for it when it’s between their legs, circling that nub of flesh that human females have and our women lack. Blaze’s hands fly up to tangle in my hair. It used to be longer, but in the years since Lycaon took control of us, I’ve cut it as short as I can, giving women less to tear at when they’re on top of me. I hate the bald patches that result when I shift back to my true form. Maddox knows better than to mock me for it. After all,I’mthe one put through the indignity, not him.
But Blaze doesn’t tear at the roots. She tugs gently, just enough sensation to send desire surging straight to my cock. I give the other breast similar treatment until she’s panting, tears forming on her lashes at the intensity of her pleasure. I can make her climax like this, but oddly, I want some part of me to be inside her when she does.
“Oh, Ran,” she gasps, crushing herself to me.
“Blaze.”
I say her name like a prayer, because that’s what it is. She’s the only prayer we have of shoving Lycaon’s yolk off us. My fingers quest southward, settling between her thighs. She’s slick, warm, and ready, but not soaked to her knees, the way some females are. By this point, many of my ‘clients’ will have orgasmed already, just at the thought of my cock sliding into them. She lets out a soft groan when I part her folds and push two fingers inside her. Just the mere contact with her juices is enough to awaken my magic. This is what I’m built for—breeding and sexual healing. It’s not a lie that I can give her back some measure of her sight, but my ulterior motives completely stomp out any thoughts of altruism. She won’t thank me for this when she knows what it’s costing us.
I ease my magic into her with each gentle stroke, rather than thrusting with wild abandon the way that most women encourage me to do. She deserves gentleness. It’s all I can give her. I move my mouth from her breasts, licking and nipping my way back up to her face. I kiss Blaze’s eyelids, urging her to keep them closed. She complies, soft sighs issuing from her plump lips as her hips rise to meet my easy strokes. One of her toned calves winds around my thigh, bringing my stiff cock to brush against her bare skin. It’s apparent how much I enjoy touching her, even through the material. If I could turn off the guilt over the deception, it would be one of the best fucks I’ve had on this side of the divide.
“Inside me,” she whimpers after several minutes. “Oh, please, Ran. I need you.”
I’ve heard those words a million times before, but this is the first time I believe their sincerity. There’s no glazed look in her eyes when she’s near me, no slack-jawed, chemically driven lust. It’s the closest I’ve come to... well...normalsince entering this damn realm.
“Are you sure?” I ask, more for my benefit than hers. One last way to back out of this travesty.
It isn’t that I don’t want her—I do. Every base instinct I have is urging me to turn her onto her knees and drive myself into her slick heat. But I’m not the beast that Lycaon likes to claim I am. I’m a proud member of a clan with its own ways and its own rules, and he’s forced me to violate every single value I hold dear. I want some miracle to occur, that she’ll come to her senses and send me away. Axion won’t condone force. What we’re doing is treading a thin line, but an explicit no will send me away.
“Yes,” she breathes. “I want to feel you. To see you.”
I don’t want her to see me. I want to slink away with my tail between my legs. Monster. We’re truly monsters for doing this. But I obediently shift her closer, shoving my trousers down around my ankles. I haven’t bothered with the second, superfluous layer of fabric and my cock springs free, hard and ready. Before I can give myself time to think, I line myself up with her core and sink deep into the heat of her. She closes around me, so tight and warm that it drives the breath from my lungs. Gods, but I haven’t had a female like this in ages. She feels alive, so willing, compliant, and her scent is incredible. It swirls through my brain like temple incense, so heady I can barely think. Her leg hooks around my waist, driving me in deeper, harder.
I hiss a word in our language without thinking. It’s low and guttural. I’m told the human equivalent is ‘fuck.’ To my surprise, she giggles and wiggles her hips teasingly in my direction.
