I didn't move it.
I let my tail lay right where it was and reached for the water flask, offered it to her. "Drink."
She took it, our fingers brushing. The contact sent electricity up my arm, made my scales itch with want. She didn't seem to notice. Just uncapped the flask and drank deeply, water running down her chin.
When she lowered the flask, she was looking at me again. That searching gaze, trying to figure me out.
Without thinking, I let my tail stroke a line down her thigh, almost teasing that forbidden flesh, but not quite.
Lexa lookedalive, almost well. Whatever her injury, she would live. The salve was already seeing to that, imbuing her with energy, with life.
She sucked in a ragged breath, and her eyes flicked down to my tail. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and she carefully raised her hand and ran one careful finger along the sensitive flesh.
I felt it straight to my cock.
Her gaze met mine, and there was fire there.
“Either put that thing away or touch me like you mean it.”
8
LEXA
His tail tightenedon my leg. The pressure sent heat racing up my thigh, pooling between my legs.
I'd made my choice. Fuck the consequences.
One second there was space between us. The next his mouth crashed into mine, all teeth and desperation and weeks of wanting compressed into a single point of contact.
I opened for him immediately. No hesitation, no second thoughts. Just heat and need and the taste of him flooding my senses. His tongue swept into my mouth, longer than human, the texture alien and perfect.
His hands found my waist, pulled me against him. The movement jarred my injuries, and pain flared bright and sharp. I didn't care. I bit his lower lip, felt him shudder.
This was nothing like the dreams. This was real. Solid. His body against mine, his scent in my lungs, the undeniable proof that I wasn't imagining this.
My hands fisted in the straps of his armor, yanking him closer. Not close enough. Too many layers between us, too much fabric and leather and distance.
His tail unwound from my leg, only to coil around my waist. The thick appendage settled low on my hips, the tip pressing just above where I needed it most.
I rolled my hips against that pressure. Finally. The movement sent pleasure sparking up my spine, made my core clench with want.
He pulled back, breathing hard. "We need to stop."
"No."
"Your wounds …"
"Are fine." I grabbed the buckles on his chest piece, started working them loose.
His hands covered mine. Stilling them. "You don't know what you're asking for."
"I'm asking you to fuck me." The words came out blunt, crude. "Is that clear enough?"
Something shifted in his expression. The last threads of his control fraying, snapping. His claws flexed against my hands, careful not to break skin.
"Yes," he said.
Then he was moving. His leathers came off in pieces, buckles and straps released with clever fingers. I watched, transfixed, as more of him was revealed. Gray scales covered his chest, his shoulders, tapering down his arms. White markings traced patterns I wanted to follow with my tongue.
