“Yes?” he asked, the demand in his voice unmistakable.
“Yes,” I whispered, feeling his grip on my hips tighten. Biting my lip, I sunk down onto his cock with a quick slide, and I heard a murmured, strained word tumble from his throat, though I didn’t know its meaning.
I changed my mind,I thought, moments later when I was gasping and sweating, feeling him pull me up and down on his cock with his unfathomable strength as if I weighed nothing.I like when he’s impatienttoo.He wasusingme, and I loved it. I couldn’t get enough.
The room filled with the sounds of sex—slapping flesh and breathy moans and gasps.
My fingernails were biting into his chest, anchoring me to him as he pounded between my thighs. He leaned up with a growl, capturing one of my nipples between his lips, nipping lightly at the bud, making me gasp, before sucking hard.
My hands dove into his hair before one curled around one of his horns, holding him to me.
“Yes, Kythel,” I breathed, my legs beginning to tighten up, feeling my orgasm begin to creep up on me.
“Beautiful,” he purred, leaning back to meet my eyes. “You’re so beautiful,sasiral.”
My throat went a little tight at his compliment. My first impulse was to deny his words. When I’d been younger, I’d always been self-conscious of my features, knowing they weren’t considered classically beautiful by human standards. Now? It didn’t truly bother me as much as it used to. I liked that Ver Teracer himself had said I had an interesting face. I would never be beautiful like Grace or Lesana or Lyris.
But I liked who I was, and so my beauty rarely bothered me. When it came to Kythel, however? I’d been more and more aware that we made an odd pairing. He was sinfully gorgeous, so beautiful he could make me ache just looking at him. And me…well, I was short and small and strange looking.
Hearing Kythel call me beautiful, it made old insecurities rear their heads. But then I reminded myself that Kythel would never lie to me about this. Never about this. If he thought I was beautiful…it was because he truly thought that.
That realization alone made my heart sing.
“You think so?” I asked, grinning.
He kissed me, hard and quick. Against my lips, he answered, “Yes.”
We kissed as I began to come. His tongue tangled and stroked against mine, and he groaned when I tightened on him. He changed his pace, grinding against me, stimulating my clit, and that alone flung me over the edge.
I gasped, my eyes screwing shut, my hand squeezing around his horn as I rocked wildly over him.
“Millie,” he groaned out, releasing my lips, his mouth trailing down my neck until it hovered just over my breast. “Raazos, you feel so fucking good.”
I cried out when he slid his fangs into the side of my breast, his venom flooding the bite, prolonging and stretching out my orgasm until I felt like I could snap.
Kythel drank but not because he was hungry for my blood. It was more of a comforting act, given he was more than well supplied on my blood. Over the last week, his bite had begun to feel more like a kiss or an embrace than an act of feeding and a source of nourishment for him.
It made me feel closer to him, and so I held his head against my breast. And when I felt him begin to come, his pumps becoming shallow and quick? I squeezed my inner muscles and reached between us to tease his swollen seal at the base of his cock. On a particularly rough squeeze, he gave a hoarse cry and a sudden jerk of his hips. I felt the hot lashes of his silver come flood me, and I savored every drop.
As he came down from the high of his orgasm, he gave a gruff laugh, a sound in which I delighted because I didn’t hear it that often. He was much too serious, so when he laughed, it felt like a small victory.
He released my breast, smoothing over a bead of venom to close the wound, but he didn’t heal the flesh. Later, I knew he’d drag his hot, thick tongue over his bite, territorial and possessive, despite the fact he didn’t believe he had such base impulses.
I know otherwise, however,I thought, biting back a smile.
“You’ll be late for your meeting with House Nyan,” I whispered as he kissed me, lingering and savoring as his hands traced lines down my back. Between us, I felt his come begin to drip since he hadn’t knotted me.
“House who?” he grunted, making me laugh. “What I wouldn’t give to lie here with you all day.”
Affection slid down my chest like a sweet, warm glaze.
“You like me, don’t you?” I teased.
Kythel didn’t miss a beat. “Yes—too much.”
“For the record,” I said quietly, giving him a small smile, “I like you too much too.”
It was moments like these that gave me hope. Tiny little moments that made my heart swell so much it felt like bursting.
