Instead, I curl my fingers, using the eye to press against that spot inside her that makes her see stars. She keens, her hands flying to my hair, and I feel a savage satisfaction at reducing her to this.
"Nikolai," she gasps, her thighs trembling around my head. "Oh,fuck?—"
I add my tongue to the mix, licking her clit while I finger-fuck her with my own godsdamned prosthetic eye. It's the most unhinged shit I've ever done and yet watching her come apart is worth every second of the utter absurdity.
Her orgasm hits hard, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as she comes with a sharp cry. I work her through it, drawing out every aftershock until she's boneless and panting.
Only then do I carefully extract my fingers—and my eye.
I hold it up between my fingers, the glass sphere coated in her slick, catching the morning light. "You know," I say conversationally, "this is supposed to be kept in a fucking case."
She's still catching her breath, flushed and satisfied and looking far too pleased with herself. "Where's the fun in that?"
I pocket the glass eye. "I'm getting revenge for this," I warn, but there's no heat in it.
She reaches up, cupping my face and pulling me down into a kiss. Her thumb brushes the hair away from my empty eye socket, smooth skin sweeping over the rough scar tissue, but I flinch more than she does. Actually, somehow, she doesn’t flinch at all. "There you are," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the scarred skin.
I practically cave in on myself in response and bury my face in her neck to suppress the weird wave of anxiety I’m not fucking used to. At all. "You're insane," I mutter into her hair, my lips ghosting over her soft flesh. "And I'm getting revenge."
"I can make it up to you," she murmurs, her hand sliding down my chest to the waistband of my pants.
My cock's already hard, straining against the fabric, and the promise in her voice makes it worse. I'm about to say fuck the others who are probably still waiting outside, fuck everything, and finally bury myself inside her when?—
The door bangs open.
I'm moving before conscious thought kicks in, grabbing my gun from the holster on the floor where I left my pants last night and aiming toward the threat. My finger's on the trigger, aimed at whoever just interrupted since the only other person besidesCosima I'm remotely averse to killing knows better than to just barge in. Then I register who it is.
Geo.
Standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised, looking far too amused for someone who has a gun pointed at his face.
"I should have blown your brains out a long time ago," I snarl, not lowering the weapon.
"Yeah, yeah," he says gruffly, waving me off, clearly completely unbothered by the threat. "You've tried, remember? Didn't go so well the last time."
"Third time's the charm."
"That all it's been?" He just smirks, leaning against the doorframe. "We need to go."
I lower the gun reluctantly, setting it aside.
"Go where?" Cosima asks pointedly, even though I know she knows.
"For the, uh..." He trails off, his gaze flicking to Cosima, who's pulled the sheet up to cover herself. There's uncertainty in his expression, which is rare enough to be concerning. "The… thing."
The exam.
The reason we're all tiptoeing around like we're defusing a bomb. Might as well be.
"She knows," I mutter, reaching for my pants.
Geo's eye widens slightly. "What does she know, exactly?"
Cosima sits up, the sheet falling to her waist in a way that's absolutely deliberate. Both Geo and I freeze, staring like idiots. She rolls those violet eyes.
"Not as much as I'd like," she says dryly. "But I know you're all keeping something from me. Something that could kill me if you told me. And I know it has to do with whatever exam you're dragging me to." She pauses, her gaze sharpening. "And for some fucking reason, I'm putting up with it, but in the future, you could leave the mysterious bullshit to Azarel. He's the expert."
Geo actually chuckles, some of the tension bleeding out of his shoulders. "Fair enough." He clears his throat, looking almost... apologetic? On him, it's fucking weird. "Be ready in ten minutes. We'll be waiting outside."
