Or maybe it's from the way Mavyx walks me to the nearest cave wall and pushes me against it, his huge body pressing into mine, my feet still not touching the ground. One of his large hands holds my waist, the other rests against the wall above my head, caging me in, his hips and the press of his torso pinning me in place. I stop struggling when Mav leans down to press his nose into my neck, taking a long drag of air, a pained groan escaping him on the exhale. "Ah-Lanah," he moans into my skin, his hot breath causing a trickle of goosebumps to slip down my spine. "Your scent has changed," he says, nuzzling below my ear. "What is the cause? Why are you doing this?"
I don't even properly register his words, too wrapped up in the feel of him against me - his big, strong, warm body pressed into mine. The urge to writhe a little - to rub up against him - is so strong, I don't think I can hold back.
"Explain it to me, female," he demands, his words ending on a whine. "Your beautiful scent is causing a madness in my mind. I would do terrible things for this scent, Ah-Lanah, tell me what it is, what is its source?"
I can feel his hips flex forward a little, but where he's so big, and how he's holding me too high, I'm missing out on that delicious grind I know he could give me - that much-needed friction between my legs. I can, however feel the prod of his tented loincloth beneath my butt andholy crap!That thing feels huge! I can't help it, I whine, and start rubbing myself against him like a damned cat in heat.
Mavyx bows his head lower and growls into my collarbone. "Female," he says, the sound coming out like a rumbling warning. "Your scent is getting stronger. You are doing this on purpose... trying to turn my body against me," he mutters but continues to nuzzle into me, sniffing me up like I'm his favourite perfume.
It takes a moment or two for his words to sink in, but for some reason, that flips my switch from 'horny' to 'fucking pissed off'. "What?!" I snap, my hips halting. He continues to press his face into my skin, his head dipping even lower, almost to my boobs. I shove at him to make him stop. "Mavyx, what do you mean, 'I'm trying to turn your body against you'?"
His head rises but his eyes are glazed over like this idiot is high or something. I kind of want to slap him right across that handsome stuporfied face of his.
"Your scent," he says, trying to explain. "You are using it to turn my mind against me - make me want you even more."
I shove him again. "I'm doing no such thing!" God damn it, can't he see that? I don't want to be all horny and lust-drunk either! I push against him one more time and he relents with a whine, carefully helping me back down to my feet. I glare up at him and that stupid, confused expression on his face. "I can't control how I smell to you, Mavyx. Humans don't have that power."
He grunts and looks me over like he doesn't believe me. "Then why do you smell like this now?"
"I can't believe we're having this conversation," I snipe, barging past him only to whirl back around again. "And what exactly do I smell like to you, hm?"
Why am I asking this? Why am I letting this man get under my skin? Why was I about three seconds away from begging him to fuck me against that wall?
I'm a lawyer, for fuck's sake!
I should be able to keep control of-
"You smell like I want to taste you," Mavyx finally answers. "You smell like youwantme to taste you."
I suck in a short breath. "Well... I-I don't."
His expression regains some clarity, but his eyes narrow like he knows my stuttering words are lies. "What does this even mean, female?" he asks. "I have never once felt the urge to put my mouth on another - to lap at their skin with my tongue. But you - your scent -" he jerks his chin upward. "It makes my mouth water."
I shake my head and watch as Mavyx takes a single step forward, the tip of his tail twitching like a jungle-cat stalking a little baby deer.
"You know, word spreads swiftly through our tribe, Ah-Lanah," he says, taking another, slow, calculated move forward. I step back, swallowing thickly as his golden eyes track down to my movements and then back up again. "There is much talk of some sacred act called cunt-keessing-"
I almost squark like a damn chicken.
"-is that what this scent is for, Ah-Lanah? To inspire a hunger in your male for-" his eyes drop to the juncture between my thighs for a beat or two before they return to my face. "You can teach me how to best perform this act. I am the swiftest of learners, and I am keen for your training."
I let out a huff of breath and take another step backward - movement that Mavyx continues to track with his sharp hunter's eye. I'm tempted.Woo-boy, am I tempted. There are not many scenarios that couldn't be improved by getting my pussy eaten, but as my eyes slide down to where Mavyx's chest is lit up - and lit upfor me, I hesitate - I hesitate big time.
And deep down, I know;
This is a real bad idea.
I don't want a 'mate', and he doesn't even like me. But if I start thinking with my horny-brain, the idiot is going to get all kinds of mixed signals and that's not fair.
Mavyx continues to stare and I can tell he's trying desperately to read me, his temples lit up with those adorable little lights as his eyes scan my face forsomething.
"Ah-Lanah, I-" he starts, edging a little closer.
I cut him off quickly. "I think it's best if you take me back down to the tribe now, Mavyx."
His lips part and I watch as his chest seems to deflate with the long breath he lets out. With a tail twitch and a resettling of his giant, inky wings, Mav snaps his mouth shut, the muscle in his jaw ticking once - twice. He doesn't give me an 'ok', an 'alright' or an 'as you wish'. I simply get a sharp nod and a grunt before he advances on me, scooping me up and holding me firmly but not daring to meet my eye. He moves us to the mouth of the cave and steps out into air.
CHAPTER 8: MAVYX
