Sebastian hadn’t added any tongue yet, so I figured that was my job. I tested the waters. I ran the tip of my tongue against his too-soft lips, seeking entry. Sebastian allowed me in.
The second my tongue met his, the taste of sweet oranges exploded in my mouth.
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Sebastian
Peaches.
He tasted like peaches.
The outside world disappeared, leaving us the only two people in it. Time slowed to a halt. Nothing at all mattered except here, now,him.
How? How could this be?
How could an alpha’s kiss taste like the soft, floral, sweetness of a ripe peach?
It didn’t make any sense. I’d been with Rourke all day. I hadn’t seen him eat one, and I hadn’t for hours, too long for the taste to linger.
The shock was too much for me. I lost my composure. I broke away from Rourke with a gasp, falling backwards on the bed and scrambling away from him. I stared at him in horror. Something burned like a fanned flame in my chest.
“Explain yourself,” I demanded, forcing past the breathlessness.
An expression of shock on Rourke’s face mirrored mine. He was stunned, unmoving, his mouth still hanging open.
“Why do you—” Rourke began.
I cut him off. “Why doyou—”
“Taste—”
“Taste—”
We stopped. I bristled. How dare he continue to interrupt me?
“Do not speak,” I ordered, raising my voice. Rourke shut his mouth. “Answer me. Why do you taste like a peach?”
Rourke suddenly looked almost angry. “I don’t know. Why doyoutaste like an orange?”
“Don’t use that tone with me, alpha,” I snapped. “You’ll answer the question I asked of you.”
“I don’t know. Okay? Is that the fucking answer you want?”
“Watch your mouth.”
“Fine. Whatever. Just…” Rourke grunted in exasperation. “I don’t know. That’s my honest answer. You won’t get a better one, because this doesn’t make any sense.”
I glared at him, my heart racing like a panicked rabbit.
Rourke had somehow, without my knowledge, flavored his tongue. My food had been laced with drugs. I had hit my head during the fall. All of those were more realistic explanations for what was happening.
Against my will, Woods’s words echoed in my mind.
The legend states that the God of Fertility recognized his fated mate by the taste of his kiss.
No.
His favorite fruit was the pomegranate, as you know. So imagine his shock and joy to discover the God of Virility tasted of pomegranate.
