The backs of his filed, dulled black claws traced my folds, a gentle tease that made my need spark bright.
“This is what you want,sasiral?” he asked.
“And more,” I said, breathless. “I’ve been taking marroswood. You don’t have to worry.”
A rough curse left his lips. The water was heating by the second. I wondered if the water was vibrating around my heart—making little ripples and waves across the surface—because it certainly felt like it was trying to pound its way out of my chest.
His fingers curled, and I gasped. His touch was purposeful against my clit, making small, soft, intentional circles. The muscles in my legs tightened under the water, beginning to shake. My hips bucked against his touch, greedy and needy.
“Kythel,please,” I begged. “You’ve made me wait long enough.”
“So impatient,” he commented. Despite the otherworldly glow in those eyes and the subtle tightness around his slim mouth, I would say his control was still very much in place.
Moaning, I closed my eyes when his hand moved, when a long, thick finger pushed into me. I clenched around him, eliciting a groan, low in his throat. Crack by crack, I saw his control begin to fracture. His shoulders were bunching, his wings beginning to twitch behind him.
“Imagine how good it would be,” I said, my hips beginning to move, icy water sloshing in the tub. “Imagine feeding from yourkyrana, your fangs deep in my neck while your cock is deep inside me. Right here. Right where you want to be.”
“Millie,” he growled in warning. Another fracture fissuring right before me, the cracks of ice shooting out in all directions. Another finger joined the first in my tight, clenching sheath, and I moaned. His hand was a steady pump between my legs now, growing more powerful by the moment. “Be careful, my littlesasiral. Be very careful about what you’re asking for.”
“I am,” I said, grinning at him, my cheeks flushed. The water lapped at my nipples. I wondered if he would bite me there. How utterly sinful and delicious his mark there would look. “I know exactly what I’m asking for, Kythel.”
CHAPTER27
MILLIE
Kythel said nothing to my words, only continued to fuck me with his fingers, the pad of his thumb coming up to stimulate my clit as I rocked desperately. My hips snapped and rolled. Kythel’s grip on my jaw never loosened. He forced me to keep his eyes as I moaned and thrashed, the tension and pressure building…and building…
“Oh, I’m going to—” I whispered, eyes widening.
The orgasm took us both my surprise, as quick and fierce as it was.
“I’ll feed by the fire downstairs, to get you warm. Stand up so I can dry you off,” he commanded, voice husky and guttural and clipped.Impatient,I knew, fighting back a triumphant smile.
My laugh sounded choked. But I was still coming, still squeezing around his fingers, pleasure pulsing and stroking through me…and he was giving me orders.
Impossible male,I thought, delight thrumming through me, affection settling deeper than it should’ve.
Kythel didn’t wait. The moment my body went slack in the washing tub, he pulled me up to stand on trembling legs, reaching for the large drying cloth slung over a metal rack tucked in the corner. He frowned at the piece of material, as if he hadn’t used a towel to dry off in years. Remembering the device he’d used on my hair, I figured that was likely the case.
Though his movements were impatient and jerky, he was gentle, scooping me up into his arms and carrying me from the washroom. I shivered. Between my legs, I was still tingling. As he descended the stairs, I clung to his warmth, stray droplets of water chilling on my skin.
Leaning forward, I heard the rumble of his groan when I brushed my lips against his neck. I kissed and licked the strong column. A roughened sound tore from his throat when I bit down with my dull teeth, his whole body jerking in surprise, making me grin.
“Does it bother you that I can’t feed from you?” I asked, the thought crossing my mind for the first time.
If he had a Kylorr for akyrana, she would be able to feed from him. Her venom would give him pleasure, the same way his gave me pleasure, wouldn’t it?
“No one has fed from me before,” he replied, his voice unrecognizable. He didn’t answer the question, however, in true Kythel fashion.
“I would,” I whispered against his neck when he stood in front of the fire, the flames beginning to lick at my back. “If I could.”
The fucked-up thing was that I believed it. A sudden dark impulse overcame me, one I’d have to explore later in private. The thought of biting him, breaking his skin, lapping at his black blood, taking a part of him into me in a way that no one else had with him before? The thought made me feral. Possessive. I was surprised by how much I wanted it.
Kythel had me whipped around in his arms in a single moment, the drying cloth dropping to the ground with a quietwhoosh. He hitched my legs around his waist, wrapping them tight, my breasts pressed firmly into the stiff, structured material of his vest. One of my nipples rubbed against the silver catch against his chest, and I let out a breathy moan, that startling coolness making me wantmore.
Wrapping my arms around the tops of his shoulders, I continued to kiss and nibble at his neck, just as I felt the warmth of his breath drift over mine.
“Yes,” I breathed when I felt the familiar, sharp prick of his fangs against my neck. When I felt that first dizzying suck as a heavy heat flooded into the wound. His venom. So sweet that it made me ache. It made my pussy clench, and I bucked my hips against him, feeling the tendons in his arm beneath my ass tighten to keep me in place, steady. “Yes.”
