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Zori didn't argue. She wanted to get out of the snow gear that made her feel like a dumpy little eskimo. She wriggled out of the gear and immediately put her butt to the fire.
The chill was leaving the cabin, and she began to notice the small things. The chairs were sturdy with the backs shaped strangely. It took her a second to realize it was to accommodate gargoyle wings.
Her gaze slid to Vladik, moving about at the stove. She wanted a chance to study him properly in his gargoyle form. All of him.
"What are you thinking about over there that's put such a big grin on your face?" Vladik said, catching her out.
"How I don't even know how to cook soup," she lied.
"This isn't really cooking soup. It's stirring it on a stove until it heats up." Vladik took some bowls out from a cupboard. "You never learned how to cook?"
"I wanted to, but Maxim didn't want me messing with what I ate. I always had nutritionists and chefs that dictated everything about what I put in my body," Zori admitted, trying not to fidget under the furious look that was now on Vladik's face. "Maxim said that keeping my weight down and fitness levels high would help fight off my condition."
The bowl in Vladik's hand shattered. "Every time I think I've reached my capacity to want to murder that man, I learn something new." He tossed the broken pottery into a bin.
"Please don't be mad on my behalf," she said, going into the kitchen. She took his hand and turned it over, but there were no cuts. "I'm really healthy. That's not a bad thing. I just don't know how to do anything normal like cook myself food."
Vladik pulled Zori into a tight hug. "You can learn all of that if you want to. Don't let it worry you too much. Irina is a feeder. She won't be able to help herself. Work with her in the kitchen, and you'll be cooking in no time."
Zori leaned into the hug. "I don't like feeling useless."
"You're not useless, puppy." Vladik let her go and kissed her forehead. "Take a seat. I'll bring you some of this soup."
Zori sat down at the kitchen counter, and Vladik got out another bowl from the cupboard to fill for her.
"Eat up," he said, putting it in front of her before fixing his own bowl. Zori ate and the soup chased away the last of the chill from her bones. She didn't know why she was so tired when she was the one being carried.
"How long are we going to stay here?" she asked with a yawn.
"For a few hours. I just need to eat this and some of Kaspian's disgusting protein bars to get my calories back up."
"You're not going to come sleep with me?" she asked, her neck heating.
Vladik lifted a brow. "Do you want me to?"
"Yes, and I want you do it in your gargoyle form," she said, hopping down off the chair and heading for the couch in front of the fire.
"You have mischief in your eyes, puppy. Should I be worried?" he asked playfully.
Zori shrugged innocently. "Maybe a little."
Vladik laughed and put their dishes in the sink. "I can't deny you anything, it seems."
"Except your dick," she said before she could stop herself.
"There's a good reason for that," Vladik replied. He shifted, and Zori's whole body clenched in excitement. "I'd get too lost in you for a start. Besides, there's other ways to give you pleasure if you need it, puppy."
He sat down on one of the chairs, his wings tucking back behind it. He looked like some kind of monster king, the firelight dancing on his blue-black skin.
Zori stepped in between his slightly spread thighs. She ran her fingers over the lighter blue lines over his chest, like he was some kind of dark marble. "You are really beautiful."
Vladik's tail moved around her waist in a possessive grip. She touched it as well, stroking over the tip and making him swear softly.
"How sensitive is it?" she asked.
Vladik's blue eyes shone dangerously. "It's almost like another dick."
"Huh, good to know," Zori said and gave it a slow stroke.
