“I-I make little circles around it. Gently. Until I’m shaking and moaning.”
His hips were rolling almost constantly now, like he was trying to fuck the air. He groaned, frustrated, his brows furrowing, his nostrils flaring at her words.
“Let me smell you. Come here,” he ordered.
Smell her?
She leaned forward until their faces were close. She turned her head so her lips were pressed to his ear—and then a gasp escaped her when he dragged his nose up the column of her neck, burying it in her hair.
“And when I’m close,” she whispered in his ear, exhaling warm breath over it, letting him hear how turned on she was, “I stroke my clit harder. And I pinch my nipples with my other hand. And when I come—” His breaths were coming quicker, ragged and rough, “sometimes it feels too good and I moan. Sometimes I think that you’ll be able to hear me even from that floor.”
“Val,” he bit out.
Her lips brushed his ear. But her eyes were unfocused, recalling that pleasure, wanting to give him some of it. “And sometimes, I can keep coming. Sometimes, my orgasms go on for a long time. Sometimes, another comes after the first.”
A rough sound escaped his throat, a short bellow following it. Her head turned to look down his body, her hair trailing over his chest.
With parted lips and blooming heat, she watched his hips jerking, watched as the outline of his cock seemed to grow and expand…watched as a torrent of seed burst from his tip, soaking the material of his pants.
The ejaculation was so hard that his cock lifted the band of his pants with every pulse, allowing his come to seep over and spurt across his hard abdomen, milky white against his dark blue skin.
He came so hard, his seed shot all the way to his chest…and all the while, Dravka’s eyes never left her. She could feel his gaze burning into her as she watched, wide-eyed and aroused, as histeela, what the Keriv’i called their seed, covered him.
Dravka groaned and twitched when his orgasm was done, falling limp and panting back to the bed.
Silence stretched between them. Valerie met his eyes and she imagined that her own expression was one of shock and lust and…maybe even trepidation.
“Val,” he breathed. Some of the intensity had left his gaze, that ultra-focused lust and desire.
And suddenly, she realized what she’d done. What had just happened.
Suddenly, she couldn’t meet his eyes. She couldn’t listen to him say that it was a mistake, that he was in the midst of a powerful Rut and that was why that moment had just happened.
It had been the most erotic, mind-numbing moment of her life.
But for Dravka?
It may have meant nothing, especially in his state.
“Feel better?” she asked, rising quickly from her kneeling place next to his bed. Her knees were trembling, her breaths coming out in quick, panicked pants.
“Pax, but—”
“Good,” she breathed. “I’ll go then.”
She needed to flee.
And before he could say another word, that was exactly what she did.
Chapter Sixteen
Dravka knew that Valerie was remembering the same thing he was.
The Rut. The things she’d whispered into his ear, naughty things that had made him come in his pants just imagining them.
He remembered that orgasm.Vauk, how could he not? It had been the most powerful one of his life and he hadn’t eventouchedhimself. He’d come like a youth during his very first Rut, fucking the air with his hips, desperate for friction and touch.
After that moment, he thought thatmaybe, just maybe, she’d given him the sign he’d been looking for all those years. That she was ready to take the next step with him.
