Jealousy pierced her, just thinking about it.
“I-If you want me to,” she whispered.
His eyes flared to life and he licked his lips. When he tried to reach for her—making her heart lurch in excitement and fear—the chains rattled and he cursed.
“What would you tell me?” he purred, keeping his voice low. Testing her? “Come closer and tell me something.”
“What do you want me to tell you?” she asked. Her whole face felt like it was on fire and her hands were trembling when she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Her hand touched his side, stroking his sweat-slicked skin there. He groaned, throwing his whole body into her touch.
“Tell me,” he rasped, “about the last time you touched yourself.”
Valerie’s breath hitched and she squeezed her thighs together. She was still kneeling next to the bed and she feared that there would be a wet spot at the back of her dress when she left.
He wanted to know about the last time she’d masturbated?
She swallowed. Was she really going to do this?
Valerie licked her lips and Dravka’s pupils blew wide when he saw her pink tongue dart out.
“I was in the bath,” she whispered to him.
“When?” he groaned.
“A few days ago,” she said, hardly able to keep his gaze, turning unbearably shy even though she’dofferedto do this—shewantedto. “And the water was warm and it was dark and quiet.”
She heard Dravka’s swallow. Another wave of the Rut hit him and he hissed out a curse, his back bowing from the bed again. When it was over, his breathing was ragged, but his eyes were rapt on her.
“I always start at my breasts,” she told him, the heat in her belly beginning to spread to seemingly every inch of her body.
“Pax?”Dravka rasped.
“They’re sensitive,” she confessed, finding it easier to hold his gaze the more aroused she got,likingthat he looked so eager to hear more. She felt her nipples pebbled tight against the material of her dress even now and when Dravka’s gaze dropped to them, another ragged groan escaped his throat. “I like to stroke my nipples.”
“Vauk,” came his panting reply. His eyes seemed brighter in the darkness, glowing. “You like to tease them,mellkia?”
Her belly clenched. “Yes,” she whispered. “I like to stroke and then pinch them. I touch them until I can’t take it anymore. Until I feel so hot that I’m throbbing.”
His breathing was coming in thick pants, punctuated by sharp groans. His hips jerked every so often and when her eyes slid over the wet material of his trews, she saw the outline of his cock—thick and hard and pulsing.
A desperate little sound escaped her throat, a sound she’d never heard before. She’d seen his cock before, uncovered and bare, of course. Nakedness was a fact of working there. She’d seen more Keriv’i cocks than she ever thought she would.
But somehow, seeing just the outline of him wasmoreerotic.
“I can feel your eyes on it, Val,” he rasped.
Her gaze slid back to his. Every part of her was throbbing. The ache in her sex was becoming almost unbearable. She imagined it was like what Keriv’i males felt during their Rut, though perhaps a little less intense.
This sizzling want, this painful need. Was this what he felt? Right now?
“I’m pretty sensitive. Down there,” she whispered, her eyes flickering to his lips. “It doesn’t take much at all.”
“You like to play with your clit?”
“Yes,” she said, swallowing, feeling that very part of her pounding between her thighs.
“How?”
