“Since when?”
“Since Luxiria,” I said. “Nearly three years ago.”
Kythel stiffened lightly. “A Luxirian?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Luxirians are possessive. I find it hard to believe that he would let you go.”
A small chuckle left me. “You’re being sweet now?”
Kythel grunted. “Never mind. I don’t want to talk about your past lovers when I’m still inside you, Millie.”
“Jealous?” I asked, quirking a brow, my limbs feeling like jelly, and I nudged closer to his chest, savoring the heat that poured off him in waves. His body was always bigger after feeding, the muscles so pumped I wanted to dig my fingers into them and squeeze, never letting go.
“Yes,” he answered.
“I get jealous when I think about you and Lyris,” I admitted, wondering whether it was wise to. But he was being honest. So would I.
Kythel exhaled a long breath, but I ignored the disappointment when he didn’t say anything on the matter. Instead, he trailed his fingers down my shoulder, holding my gaze all the while. His expression was almost…imploring.
Forcing the dismay away, not wanting to ruin the night if I made demands of him I knew I didn’t have the right to make, I tested the stretch of his knot.
Kythel growled when I slid down, popping it out of me, and I felt a rush of his come, slick and thin.
His cock was still hard, and it stirred, bouncing once, twice, when he saw the mess between my thighs. Helikedthat, I realized.
And he thinks the Luxirians are possessive?I wondered, biting my lip when he trailed the backs of his claws against my sensitive, overstimulated pussy. My breath hitched when he circled the swollen bud of my clit, coating it in his silvery come. It shimmered in the firelight against my thighs, making a pool on the floor that I’d need to clean.
“Kythel,” I whispered, snagging his wrist, though my palm only wrapped around half of it.
“Sensitive?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I’ll give you a brief reprieve.”
“Only brief?” I asked, quirking my brow.
Kythel rose to his full height, and I craned my neck to see all of him, enjoying the sight. He truly was a gorgeous male—all dark gray skin, broad shoulders, thighs like columns, and a cock that made me see stars. I stared longer than I should’ve. Impossibly thick with a wicked, wicked curve, dark veins, and a smooth, bulbed head…I marveled that he had fit inside me at all.
And his knot…
It had gone down already, but I remembered the sizzling stretch of it. I remembered going wild as it had sealed itself into place, every small hitch of his hips making it rub against places I’d never known even existed. The pressure had been delicious. I craved it again.
“Millie,” he said, his tone edged in warning.
I grinned, arching my back in a stretch as he retrieved the damp cloth he’d used to dry me off after my bath.
I hadn’t expected him to clean me up, but he did, wiping gently at his come before wiping up the floor. He dropped the cloth and then touched around the tender bite at my neck.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, swallowing. “I was rougher than I wanted to be.”
I watched him slide his thumb against his fangs, a bead of blood mixing with his venom, which he smoothed over the bite. It felt like a bruise. It didn’t hurt, was just tender, but slowly, even the tenderness began to melt away as it healed itself.
“Forgetlore,” I told him. “Kylorr venom is like magic.”
He pulled me against him when he lay down again, and I savored his embrace, knowing he wasn’t one to show physical affection.
