Ten minutes, tops.He could do that. Ten seconds even, what with her watching him and sitting here before him mostly naked.
No one else to watch though he felt both dirty and exultant unzipping to pull out his cock and begin that slide and pull on shaft and head as he jacked off. Did he imagine the fascination in her eyes? More intelligence there than before?
He squeezed the head of his cock, anticipating what was about to happen. He could fuck her on that desk, if he were an asshole. If. First time ever he’d wanted to be an ass.
The shift of her thighs as she parted them, spreading wide, it wasnotimagined. He could see part of her cunt for the panties had rolled aside. Groaning, he upped the speed of his hand, wishing he could fuck her mouth.
But no. No.
He kept going, going, and he grunted as ecstasy peaked.
The gush of come onto his hand, splashing and dripping into the pool, filling his fist, it left him riveted in that perfect instant of pleasure. His dick jerked, pumped out a final spurt. If only he was inside her.
He swallowed, inhaled long and hard through his nose.
This could not be just normal lust. She’d reciprocated, thrust her chest at him, arched as he poured over his hand. The place smelled of jizz.
For the first time, she sat quietly and did not attempt to escape.
Her pussy glistened with the slickness of what seemed cunt moisture. Hand trembling, he checked, and yes, it was her wetness, not water. He let his finger slide further until it cruised under the sodden cloth, was so goddamned tempted to finger-fuck her when she moaned, but he didn’t. Not yet.
That hand trembling was an oncoming problem, and he had a good inkling as to what it was:PNTor Post Nanite Trauma.Not that anyone else called it that. Sucked, but joking was better than knifing himself. Rutger grimaced, staring at his hand instead of at what he wanted to stare at—her. He should be able to hold until they hit the perimeter of Worshipper camp.
“Damn.”
Swallowing come had benefits too, just not as good as actual cock-in-pussy sex. Carefully, his heart thump-thumping, he raised his cupped hand to her mouth, offering her his come. After a long slow second, she dipped her head and lapped, licked at his palm.
Fuck fuck fuck.
If this worked, if the Lure went away, Vargr was going to need some talking to.
If he survived.
18
Knowingone shouldn’t be doing something was not the same as not doing it. Vargr was well aware of this because here he was chasing after a wounded ghoul guard, leaving behind Cyn and the others to kill off the last stinker.
Something pale lashed at him from the side.
He shoved his long blade into the stinker, nailing part of it to the floor with his boot then cutting it in half. The shreds squealed and flopped, but he sprinted onward. Up ahead was no lighter except for a lopsided rectangle in the right-hand wall. What were those? Parallelograms? He’d dredged that up from his ancient geometry lessons.
If Cyn needed him, he was really going to hate himself.
If he lived.
As he drew nearer, the rectangle of light grew larger, and the legs of the guard were clearly squirming as he climbed up inside.
A shaft it was, then, angling up. With a ladder by the wall.
The problem was, he thought he recognized the guard. Those brain cells tasked with storing images of people who’d been family, friends, celebrities, and whatever else his brain thought worthy, were creaking into motion. Who the fuck was this guy?His face was partly ruined, he’d been dragging a leg. Hehadto know who this was.
Two lagging stinkers had launched at Vargr from the ceiling of this tunnel, and after killing those he was far behind.
Once he made sure nothing waited in ambush, he quietly climbed the metal ladder and peered up to the shaft with his pistol drawn, poking the large muzzle forward while he sighted along. The boots of the guard were vanishing higher. Pretty certain the man was being dragged, judging by the way his legs moved, Vargr took a deep breath, then hoisted himself inside. He folded his wings as flat as they’d go and crawled.
A blood trail made the shaft slippery, but it zagged upward in tiers that had a few flatter spots. Where it ended, the light beyond showed it intersected with a wider shaft going straight up.
At the end of the zagging shaft, he paused again.
