“Help me choose.”
I get on my feet and avoid putting my pants back on. Let’s see if he can resist while watching my butt for a while.
10
Work for it.
“Some people wrote books and pamphlets about the gods. They counted two-hundred and ninety-eight creatures of great power who appeared during the Rise. They rose from the earth, the sea, and the ice. Some of them came out months after the first ones. But can we be sure that they are all accounted for? Or are some of them content to stay in hiding?”
Extract of a handwritten journal, by Meredith Willis, May 2050.
As it turns out, Griffin is really good at resisting me. Oh, I do something to him; it’s obvious. I can feel his heated glances and the tension in his movements when he’s around me. But he holds himself on a tight leash. I would be impressed if I wasn’t so annoyed. Since the blowjob yesterday, he hasn’t touched me. And it’s driving me crazy, to Beet’s hilarity.
“You two look stupid,” she says without holding back.
I’m in the shade under theBeetle,sitting on a folding chair. We had to stop in the wastelands for repairs on one of her legs. I could be reading in the cool inside, but I’d rather be out here watching Griffin shirtless as he works on the repairs. He’s not hiding his horns or his scales anymore when I’m around. I take that as a win.
“Thanks, I love you too,” I say.
She’s talking to me through the bracelet. She’s with me twenty-four seven now, and I had to accept that there is no privacy, ever, as long as I’m wearing it.
“I’ve never witnessed such a stupid mating dance,” she continues.
“Have you witnessed many mating dances?” I ask with a smile.
“Ihave years of data on that. Books, movies, audios…”
“You’re a creep, you know that?” I say. “Stop studying our…” I hesitate, looking for the word. We aren’t in a relationship. We haven’t even fucked yet. What are we, exactly?
“I’m a state-of-the-art Artificial Intelligence. I can’t be a creep,” she retorts.
I laugh. But I have to admit that she’s right. I don’t know how to ensure that Griffin fucks me. I’ve tried parading my naked body in front of him. I tried to give him inviting looks. He’s just… devouring me with his eyes. I wish he could devour me with his entire body.
Presently, he’s crouched shirtless under one of theBeetle’s bird-like feet. The red scales over his shoulders and arms shine under the light. His abs are on display, and I want to lick every drop of sweat from his skin. I want to grab him by the horns and hold his head as he deepthroats my cock again.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my swirling desires. Griffin looks up. His nostrils flare, and his eyes meet mine. A funny realization comes over me. Can he smell me? I still don’t know which god he got his DNA from, but an enhanced sense of smell wouldn’t be too far-fetched, just like his enhanced hearing. Can he taste my arousal in the air? Oh, gods. That would be embarrassing.
But I think I could make it work in my favor.
Relaxing back on the chair, I continue to watch him work. I don’t stop my lustful thoughts from invading every corner of my mind. I picture Griffin over me, licking my nipples with his pointy tongue. I picture him pounding into me from behind and my head hitting the wall. I imagine his come on my face, hot and sticky. My breaths are now ragged and almost painful.
Griffin’s movements become jerky and fast as he works.
After a few minutes, he packs his tools and announces, “We’re good. Let’s go.” But as he walks past me and to the hatch, he avoids meeting my eyes. I notice the tent in the front of his pants. I think I’m winning at the game we’re playing. If he thinks ignoring me is the way to stop me from wanting his body, he’s sorely mistaken.
Later in the day, after dinner, we sit in the living room to watch episodes ofGame of Thrones. The story is captivating; there’s no denying it, and yet all I can think about is Griffin by my side. He’s pretending to watch the screen, but I can see the muscles in his jaw tick every time I move closer. He’s attuned to my every move, just as I am his. This little dance between us is exhilarating.
I slowly reach for him in the dark and trail a few kisses along his jaw. He freezes, but he doesn’t push me away. I ease my way over his lap, straddle him, and capture his mouth. He opens up for me and I suck on his bottom lip. As usual, he’s warmer than any human is.
“Why are you always so hot?” I ask.
“My blood runs at 128°,” he says.
“For real?”
“For real. And I never catch viruses thanks to that. My blood is too hot.”
I refrain from saying that he’s too hot, even for me. Figuratively, of course. He’s smoking hot. But that won’t stop me.
