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Why was her faith in him so rewarding? And unjustified, he thought uneasily. Not that he wasn’t capable of protecting her but because she wasn’t aware of his true occupation or the real reason they were going to the farm. It’s safer for her if she doesn’t know. But he couldn’t quite convince himself.
After they finished eating, he gathered up the dishes to take them to the stream to wash.
“I can do that,” she said immediately.
“I can see more easily in the moonlight than humans can. Why don’t you get ready for bed? It will be a long day tomorrow.” He pointed to a pot of water he’d left warming by the fire. “You can use the warm water to bathe. I’ll wash in the stream while I’m there.”
She gave him another quick look and he was sure he caught the sweet scent of her arousal before she picked up Raja and rose to her feet.
“If you’re sure you don’t need any help, I am kind of tired.”
“Not at all.” He gave her a long, thoughtful look. “I’m ready for an early night as well.”
CHAPTER 6
Celenk hid a smile as Lottie’s gaze darted from him to the wagon and she bit her lip. He was tempted to let her wonder a little longer, but took pity on her instead.
“Don’t worry. I have a bedroll in the wagon. I’ll sleep out here by the fire.”
“Oh.” Small white teeth worried her lower lip. “Are you sure? It doesn’t seem very fair.”
“I’m sure. I’ve slept in a lot worse conditions than a soft bedroll under the stars. Now go on. I’ll give you a little privacy but I don’t plan on spending the night by the stream,” he added.
That made her laugh, and she relaxed again.
“Thank you. I’ll be quick.”
He nodded abruptly and headed for the stream. Once the dishes were washed, he took the opportunity to strip down and wash the dust from his scales. Once he would have had servants to help him bathe and to oil his scales afterwards, but those days were long gone and he no longer missed them. Although I wouldn’t object to Lottie oiling me. His codix pulsed eagerly at the thought, pushing against his slit and threatening to appear.
He hadn’t gone far - the light of the campfire was still visible through the trees - but he was sure he was out of her sight. After a second’s hesitation, he ran his finger down his slit and let his codix emerge, rigid and gleaming in the light of the twin moons. He wrapped his hand around it, shuddering slightly at the sensation. How long had it been since he’d even taken himself in hand? But hopefully this would relieve the pressure that had been building all day.
As he watched his hand stroking his shaft, he imagined how it would look disappearing into her small body instead. It would stretch her to the limit, he was certain, but he would make it good for her. His codix was almost fully extended now, the extra thick ring at the base already slightly swollen. He imagined how that would feel pressing into her, locking them together as his seed filled her.
He pumped harder, but he didn’t want his own hand. He wanted her tight body or her soft hands or that tempting little mouth. An agonized groan broke from his throat as he gave up, pulling his hand away and forcing his codix to retreat, wincing at the slight sting as the underside scraped against his scales.
Turning abruptly, he strode back to the camp. She was standing by the fire with her hair unbound, the firelight creating red and gold highlights in the dark strands. Instead of her sensible shirt and pants, she was wearing a long sleep tunic. It covered her from just below her neck to her ankles, but it was thin enough that he could see the outline of her body against the fire and the stiff little peaks of her nipples.
“There was a bottle of oil with the bath supplies - did you want it?” she asked.
His tail flicked at the idea of asking her to apply it, but he shook his head, keeping his voice even.
“Thank you, but not tonight.”
“Okay. Then I think I’ll go to bed. Raja has already taken possession of one of the pillows.”
How was it possible to be jealous of a rodent?
“All right. I’ll just get my bedroll.”
She accompanied him back to the wagon, waiting outside while he retrieved his bedroll and cast an envious glance at Raja.
When he stepped back outside, she was twisting her fingers together nervously.
“I was thinking… maybe we should practice,” she said, her voice slightly higher than usual.
“Practice?”
“Acting like a married couple.” The pretty color had tinted her cheeks again, but she kept her eyes resolutely on his face. “Wouldn’t they kiss goodnight?”
