Her breath stutters out. “Yeah. Okay.”
I slide my claw higher.
Her fingers tighten on the rock ledge she’s gripping. She leans back, trusting me to hold her, and my glow flares hot, answering the heat radiating from her skin.
My hand slips under the hem of her tunic.
She jerks, a full-body shiver, and makes a small, broken sound that destroys my last scrap of control.
“Mih-kay-lah?” I am not sure the sound is even her name anymore. Just the rumble of rock and need.
“Do it,” she whispers. “Please.”
Puh-lease?
She begs.
Queen. Goddess. Mine.
Her begging snaps the last thread of my restraint. I grip her waist and spin her around. She gasps as I lift her, seating her on the jagged shelf of rock she was trying to climb.
Mih-kay-lah grips my shoulders to steady herself, and I step in between her spread knees, crowding close until my chest brushes hers.
Instinct overrides thought. I press my palm firmly against the heat at the join of her thighs, hooking my digits into the edge of her covering and tugging it aside.
Skin to skin.
Dust and fire.
I expect a pouch. A slit protected by ridge-skin.
Instead, she is… open. Exposed.
Just folds of impossibly delicate flesh that yield under my touch. It looks so vulnerable, I am terrified to touch it. She has no armor here. One slip of a claw would ruin her.
And she is…wet.
So wet that the first slide of my digits feels like plunging into a heated spring. Slickness coats my skin instantly.
Ain’s fire.
I hide my claws and press one thick digit carefully inside.
She gasps, head tipping forward to rest on my shoulder. “Sarven?—”
But her hips start moving. She grinds back against my claw, making me press deeper. Dust take me. She is tight, hot, squeezing me in a way that makes my vision blur.
I curl my finger inside her, learning the path of this strange inner passage. Between the folds, my other digits explore. I find a small, swollen nub near the top, and when I brush it, her whole body bows against me.
There.
I focus there, rubbing and circling, watching her face unravel in the dim light. She makes muffled sounds against my shoulder, water leaking from the corners of her eyes.
I panic for a breath. Too much?
I still my claw.
At once, she clamps her thighs around my wrist, trapping me there. Her free hand lets go of the rock to reach back, fingers digging into my arm, holding me to her.
