There was a note of trepidation in her voice. A few moments ago, that would’ve stopped me. But that was a few moments ago. An eternity of pent-up desire had been unleashed since, while her sweet, tender thighs pressed against my strained cock.
I held her so tightly, even death wouldn’t be able to pry my arms from her. I growled against her skin, trapping her nipple between my teeth.
“What is…this?” She moved her leg forward, sliding her knee up the ridged shaft of my long-suffering cock.
I growled, digging my fingers into her hips and rocking my cock against her. With a soft cry, she pushed with her hands against my shoulders.
I snarled like a beast, refusing to give up my prey.
“Stop!” She shoved harder. Fear vibrated in her voice. “Please…”
Her plea cut through my mind sharper than a blade. I froze, just breathing her in.
“Please let me go,” she said softly and surprisingly calmly enough.
With my forehead pressed to her chest, I unclenched my arms. The effort pained me, like a rod of Nerifir iron piercing through my chest.
She staggered backwards, freeing herself from the trap of my embrace.
My head hung between my shoulders, the rain rushing down from the edge of my hood. I couldn’t look at her. If I did, I feared my body would refuse to listen to my mind. The dragon would take over, and I didn’t want to think about what I’d do to her then…
“I…I’m sorry.” She grabbed her soggy dress from the corner of the roof where she’d hung it up and pressed it to her chest, concealing her alluring nakedness from me. “I didn’t know. I would’ve never taken my clothes off if I knew…”
She wouldn’t have poked the dragon had she known how very much affected I would be, because she didn’t want anything to do with someone like me.
I didn’t blame her, not for a second. And that was the only thing regarding my current emotions that I was absolutely certain about.
“Go back inside,” I snarled, unable to listen to her apologies when it wasmewho had to beg for her forgiveness.
She didn’t make me tell her twice. Swiping the soap and the rest of her clothes, she ran back into the hut, leaving me alone under the torrential downpour.
I hated rain. The chaos of a storm unnerved me. But I lifted my face to the cool water falling from the gray sky. The cold rivulets snaked under my soaked cloak, cooling my feverish skin. If only the rain could extinguish the burning desire I felt for the woman hiding inside my hut.
Ten
Timur
“It’d be easier if you use my chair,” I offered for the third time tonight.
“It’s fine,” Elaine refused for the third time too. “We have enough time to get there, don’t we? I’ll walk.”
We did have enough time. She made sure of it when she’d insisted we leave much earlier than normal. And I knew the reason for that. Elaine didn’t want to get too close to me, keeping her distance ever since I kissed and licked her body like a starving beast in the rain yesterday.
My mouth watered at the memory. The taste of her freshly soaped skin flavored with rainwater haunted me, keeping me awake. It’d even banished the usual nightmares into the farthest corners of my mind. Yearning for Elaine was its own kind of torment, but I far preferred it to reliving the tortures of my past in all my dreams.
I mourned the loss of having Elaine on my lap. I longed to explain it all to her somehow. But what would I tell her? That Ihad so far mutated from my own species, I had become closer to the animal that had tried to kill me?
I aligned my chair with her, slowing down to match her uneven pace up the path as we ascended the Wall. I made sure to keep her on my right, between my chair and the cliff face. Her steps were unsure. She tripped often in the dark, and the mere thought of her falling off the path raked me with fear I’d never experienced before.
“Here.” I offered her my hand. “If you don’t want to sit on my lap, at least hold on to me.”
It was my right hand, the one that had long succumbed to the dragon’s poison. It had eaten away my skin and flesh, reshaping my bones into claws with long, curved talons. I rarely even looked at it myself, repulsed by the hideous sight.
Now we both stared at it, the bones of my deformed hand gleaming in the night.
“Or you can just hold on to the chair’s armrest,” I muttered, making a move to hide my hand under the cloak again.
“No. It’s fine,” she said quickly, wrapping her warm fingers around the cool bones of my phalanges.
