Turning back to my intimate, I help her recline on the cushions and allow her to come out of the meditative state the tea put her in. If I happen to wrap my arms around her and hold her until she shows signs of being conscious, well, we won’t tell anyone about it.
Lila
My body is warm and comfortable as I blink my eyes a couple of times. It’s like I’ve woken from a long nap, but the last thing I remember is drinking tea with Xavier. Turning my head, I find the gorgeous warlock fast asleep, his arms wrapped around me as he spoons me from behind. That’s why I feel the way I do, and I don’t hate the feeling. I know the sexy creature is only interested in a friends with benefits arrangement, but I can’t help feeling like I want more with him. There’s just something about him that draws me to him, and I want to explore that. I’m just not sure if we can keep sex off the table while we get to know each other. Even now, with his arms wrapped around me in a very nonsexual way, my body rages with desire. This man lights a fire in my pussy, and I think the only thing that’s going to put it out is him.
But then I remember what Cas said about my fuck me vibes, and I mentally slap myself. Of course those future children of mine are fucking with my body. I can’t wait to gross them out one day by telling them stories about what a horny bitch they made their mother.
I try to ease away from the sleeping man, lest my fuck me vibes start affecting him too. Or maybe they already are and it’s the only reason he’s interested in me. No, that can’t be right, because his mark appeared on my shoulder before Caspian’s beast knocked me up. I breathe out a sigh of relief and decide to stay and enjoy my moment with the man. Not to mention he owes me an explanation. I want to know if he found anything in my mind.
“God, Lila, could your thoughts be any louder?” Xavier mumbles, pulling me tighter against him, his dick hardening against my ass.
I freeze, even though I’m dying to grind back against his erection. “Did you really hear my thoughts?” I ask him quietly, not sure if I’m happy about that or not.
One of his hands slips up to cup my boob, and he nuzzles my neck, nipping the tender skin. The throb in my core almost has me moaning out loud, but I manage to stifle it. Stupid fuck me vibes. “No, but I can feel your desire, your worry, and your curiosity,” he tells me, his lips brushing against my ear. “And it’s all I can do to stop myself from feeding from you. Your emotions are mine to devour, but not without your permission.”
What would it hurt to let him have a little taste of me? I wonder what four rounds of sex actually consist of? I never thought to ask. Does oral count? Is it when we both orgasm? Is it penetration, and how would that work for lesbians? Fuck my life, why are there so many questions and who the fuck do I ask?
“Phoeall, what are you thinking? You’re squirming like a sandar worm.” He releases his hold long enough for me to roll and face him. When I do, I almost get lost in his eyes once more. There’s a feeling of familiarity and comfort between us that I really don’t understand.
I take a deep breath and feel a blush roll over my cheeks. “I’m lost, if I must be honest. One part of me, a big part if I’m honest, wants to ride you like I want to win the grand national, but another part of me, the sensible I want to kick my own ass part, says I have questions that need to be answered, and I think only another Skarrian can answer them for me.”
He smirks before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on my lips, and then he rolls away from me and stands up, adjusting his raging hard-on which is tenting his loose pants. “Of course. Far be it for me to rush you into something you are not ready for. Go and have your questions answered. I will be awaiting your return, but for now, you have awoken a fierce hunger in me, and I must feed.” He grimaces apologetically.
His words stab at my heart, and I just about recoil with the pain. Why do I feel this way about someone I’m not even bonded to? It’s yet another question to be answered. Is monogamy expected with the appearance of marks? Surely not, because species like Xavier’s can’t survive like that. So why does it hurt so much to hear him say he is going to feed on someone else? I’m such a hypocrite when I’m going to go find my mate and fuck my frustration out with him.
“Okay, of course, I understand,” I tell him and turn to leave, but he grabs my hand and stops me.
“I wish I could feed from a Pleasure Bot, because I can feel your annoyance and hurt, but I can’t. They produce no emotions and have no powers for me to feed from. I am so sorry if this hurts you.” His eyes are cloudy with concern, but I just pat his hand with my free one, trying my best to reassure him.
“It’s okay, I completely understand. Go and use your harem. That’s what they are there for, and they’ll still be there when whatever we are doing has run its course. You don’t want to upset them while I’m trying to figure things out.”
Look at that, I can seem reasonable, even if all I want to do is stab Mithus and those two bitches over and over again. I grit my teeth and pull myself away from his hand, climbing out of the sunken lounge and making my way to the door. The lack of a physical connection causes a tinge of pain in my chest. When I turn back, he’s looking at me with a frown on his face.
“Don’t you want to hear what I found in your mind?” he asks, changing the subject, which is probably a good thing because I’m feeling ragey as fuck. I wonder if this is what happens when the fuck me vibes don’t get satisfied. There’s no other reason for me to want to go postal and murder anyone who gets near him.
I steer clear of any of his things, lest I pick them up and start throwing them around the room.
“Not right now.” I can’t help the abruptness in my tone, and I don’t turn to look at him so he doesn’t see the seething jealousy burning in my eyes.
Before I can take another step, however, the blasted man appears in front of me and grabs me with both hands, causing me to flinch.
“Lila, you’re so angry. I have an idea. Would it be okay for me to feed on your anger? Then there would be no need for me to use my harem,” he suggests, raising an eyebrow, and I grab the lifeline he just threw me.
I give him a short nod and brace myself, but it just feels like my anger is draining to the place on my arms where his hands touch my skin. Then, with a tingle, it starts to flow into his hands. Xavier closes his eyes and moans, throwing his head back as I start to feel less and less mad. His skin begins to glow like he’s suddenly bioluminescent, and his hair starts to float around his head.
My eyes widen in amazement as the fury leaves me completely, leaving me only with a sense of hurt. That’s when he takes his hands off of me, even though his eyes are still closed and he has a look of bliss on his face.
“Holy fuck. I never knew it would feel like that,” he whispers cryptically as his eyes open slowly and the glowing floating thing stops. He’s staring at me like I’m the second coming of the messiah.
“I’m sorry thinking about me feeding on my harem made you angry,” he says in a quiet voice, tipping his head to the side. “Would it be better if I asked someone else to help me until you are ready?”
“But who? Who would you feed from who isn’t going to make me turn into a hulk with jealousy, and why did that happen?” My rambling is starting to get the better of me, because I understand none of this.
His eyes shutter and he turns from me. Like that’s not fucking suspicious. “I could feed off Caspian or Link if they were amenable. Would that be preferable to you, since you wear both their marks as well?”
Okay, he’s not going to tell me why, so I will come back to that. I think about his suggestion and how I would feel about him feeding off my mate and potential lover, and the only feeling that inspires is more fuck me vibes. “Yes, I think that would be acceptable.” It’s all I can do to stop myself from squirming at the sexually explicit direction my mind is heading. I shake my head, trying to compose myself again, and focus on the subject at hand. “But I didn’t think you could feed from Pleasure Bots.”
He chuckles. “Link isn’t a Pleasure Bot. Cyborgs have feelings and emotions as well. They are not all nanotechnology, they have an organic makeup. Pleasure Bots are all nanotechnology, which is just a sophisticated robot that has no feelings and emotions, though they can be programmed to react a certain way.”
