I throw up a hand. “Are you doing that to me?” My voice cracks. I have to know: has he beenmagicallymanipulating my body to respond like this?
He stops, brows lowering. “Doing what?”
I huff, frustrated. “You know what.”
But he just stares, either stonewalling or genuinely confused.
I stomp my foot, near tears. “This!” I gesture furiously down at myself. “When you healed me, did you—” My face heats like a boiling kettle. “Did you do something to make me?—”
I blurt it before I can stop myself. “Did you do something to make me get turned on for you? Like… magically?”
His eyes widen. His nostrils flare.
And then that damnable grin spreads across his face.
“You think Imagicallymake you gush for me?” He takes a step forward, velvet menace in his voice.
“Do you?” I demand, even as my pulse trips like a rabbit.
He advances another step. “Because you cannot imagine gushing on your own for a monster like me?” The dangerous edge in his tone makes me shiver.
“I—I—” My voice stutters. My body trembles.
“Even now I can smell you,” he says, indecent as sin. “Your gush is thick. Sweet. Salty.”
I swallow hard. He’s filthy. He’s obscene.
And then he damns me.
“It is all your own. What you feel is your body’s natural reaction to me.”
In a blur of movement, he’s suddenly in front of me, and his clawed hand moves down between my thighs. I brace forsharpness, but it’s only the pad of his palm. Gentle. Unbearably gentle.
How can something so brutal touch me like I’m breakable crystal?
Tears sting my eyes. “But I—before, I never?—”
“There is no before!” he barks. “There is only me.”
I stumble back until I crash into the bedframe. His wings flare wide as he follows, fist slamming into the mattress beside my head as he cages me in.
“It is good you’ve never gushed like this before,” he growls. “Is it because I disgust you and excite you in equal measure?”
“No!” The word bursts out. Since when is he this articulate?
He looms higher, his shadow swallowing me. “Does this monstrous cock make you gush at the mere thought of it?”
“No!” But it’s only a gasp.
Then he bends, pressing his cock to my stomach—huge, immovable—and my traitorous flesh yields. Moistens.
“Admit it,” he hisses. “I excite you.”
“You’re a brute!” I pound his chest, even as my legs fall open, betraying me.
“A brute you gush for. And I will fuck you in such unusual ways you will gush until you drown.”
“Unusual—?” The word sticks in my throat.
