Fiona’s hands land on my chest, and she hums in pleasure as she touches me. I am more than happy to be the recipient, so I hold still as she trails her hands down my abdomen, then back up again.
“Your scales are so smooth,” she hums.
“Did you expect them to be hard?”
“I guess so.”
Fiona leans back and tilts her head up, and it’s clear she’s awaiting a kiss, so I oblige. This feels much more natural now, and I am learning what she likes. I nip her lip, then press mine more firmly against hers. Fiona’s hands wind around my neck as we kiss, and soon, her body is flush with mine. My cock emerges from its slit and rises in anticipation. I know she can likely feel it thickening between us, but she doesn’t say anything. In fact, she deepens our kiss, and now I am fully hungry for her.
My breaths come faster as Fiona pulls away from the kiss. Her eyes are alight, sparkling, and her mouth is tilted up in a grin.
“Can I touch you?” she asks. “You know… there?”
I do not know where, but I would be happy for her to touch me anywhere.
“Do whatever you please.”
That grin widens as her hands skim down my body to my hips, where they brush the tip of my cock. I bite my lip to keep in my groan at just this slight touch. But Fiona isn’t finished. Once she finds it, she wraps her delicate fingers around my shaft, and I’m almost undone by it.
Keep calm, I tell myself. We are merely exploring each other. It is difficult, though, to keep my instincts under control as she strokes me once, then twice, her palm traveling over the ridges of my nalopo. My eyes roll back in my head as her hand moves faster, and I grip her hips in my claws to keep me rooted to the bed.
“That is very good,” I manage, and it comes out strangled.
“Is it?” Emboldened, Fiona squeezes harder as she pumps my cock, and I realize that I’ve been holding in so much that it won’t be long before I come.
“Fiona,” I growl, just before I burst. I can’t help a loud moan as I’m overtaken by a powerful orgasm. My seed spills out, and Fiona squeaks in surprise as it coats her hands.
“I’m sorry.” I pull back the blankets to get a better look, and I’m surprised by how much I ejaculated.
But Fiona just looks amused, and she rolls over to grab a tissue from the box by her bed. She wipes down her hands and then, with utmost gentleness, wipes me clean as well.
That’s when the door abruptly flies open, and Khesan storms inside, his eyes narrowed dangerously. When he sees both of us in the bed together, his brows lower and his fans spread open. His voice comes out an angry roar.
“What are you doing?”
Chapter Eighteen
Khesan
I am horrified to find Fiona and Shathar in Fiona’s bed together. The blankets have been pulled back, revealing they are nearly naked.
This can’t be. Has Shathar copulated with her already? My fury grows, imagining his cock inside her while I am asleep in my bed, nursing my bruised leg.
“Khesan!” Fiona sits up, her eyes wide. “Well, we… um… we’re…”
“It’s none of your concern,” Shathar says. His whole body is bare, and my eyes follow the sharp line of his muscle down to his hips, where his cock lies at half-mast.
Oh. And it is large.
“It is my concern!” I round on him. “Fiona is my mate, and?—”
“As she is mine.” Shathar gets out of the bed, rising to his full height. Though he is shorter than I am, he looks almost… dangerous. “You have no right to come in here.”
My mouth bobs open to retort, but I don’t know what to say. He is her mate. It’s natural that he would want to be intimate with her. And yet, knowing they are in here doing it without me fills me with rage.
Curling my hands into fists, I try to keep myself in check. It will do me no good in Fiona’s eyes to punch Shathar in the face.
“He’s right,” says Fiona bitterly. “I didn’t invite you in, Khesan. What I do in my bedroom is my business and mine only.”
