Leaning down to suck one hard nipple into my mouth, I let the hand which had been there slide down to her folds.
“Yes,” she breathed, legs opening wider.
One brush over her seam and she opened for me. A gentle caress of her clit and her hips moved against me. I slid my finger back down and found her already wet. Heavens, shereallyneeded this.
She practically sucked my finger inside her and let out the most guttural moan when I brushed her G-spot. Her body shifted, still tired but gently moving as her pleasure mounted, her heat blossoming.
I raked my teeth over her nipple as I massaged her clit with the base of my palm, my finger inside her stroking the sensitive patch within.
Her body shook with a soft release as she bit her lip and gasped, “Yes!” over and over. I teased out the orgasm till she was panting and spent.
Yet when she opened her eyes, a desperate need lay in those sea-green depths.
“More?” I asked, ready to give her everything.
A tear leaked from her eye as her face tilted. “If only you could give me what I needed,” she whispered.
I didn’t know what that meant.
She grimaced. “Thank you, that was amazing, you’re amazing, but… I’ve realized why I’m so wired. I need… Myel.”
Ah.
“The bond?”
She nodded.
My link to her in spirit meant we could feel each other, a limited sense, but it couldn’t replace her bond with Myel. I’d accepted that.
“Thank you,” she whispered again. “Can you give me a moment alone? I’m going to try something… now that I know more about bonds.”
I leaned down to kiss her lips lightly. “Whatever you need.” I covered her with blankets and rose, dimming the lantern in the room before leaving.
Koar waited outside the arched, open doorway.
The big man shifted uncomfortably when he saw me.
Something occurred to me.
“Is it… okay… me being with Izzy?” I asked in a whisper so as not to disturb her.
“That’snot the problem,” Koar grumbled. “You’renot the problem.”
I didn’t understand… until I noticed exactly how he was shifting, why he was uncomfortable. He was aroused.
Oh!
“Wait… do you want…?”
His tight-faced grimace was all the answer I needed. He did, but he was denying himself for some reason.
“Izzy is very accepting. If you told her how you felt, I don’t think she’d mind,” I said quietly.
Yet his grimace only constricted more. “That’s…partof the problem,” he whispered.
I didn’t understand.
“You want to be with her, and she might let you and that’s a problem?”
