I awakened an instinct, all right, just not a murderous one.
Chapter 19
Adam
HoldingJaimecarefully,Ipress my mouth to the side of his neck like the male in my memory did, inhaling deeply to savor Jaime’s scent, even if it’s mixed with the putrid stench of the pool water. Water beads on his skin along with sweat his body expels in an extremely inefficient attempt to cool itself, the tastes mingling on my tongue as I flick it over Jaime’s neck. He doesn’t protest or pull away. Quite the opposite. Making a strangled, needy sound that makes my cock twitch in its pouch, Jaime tilts his head back, offering me more of his throat.
He did this earlier, when I first found him, but back then he reeked of fear. I know now that I shouldn’t have licked him then. It was wrong. He wasn’t submitting to me as a mate, but like prey that eventually gives up fighting a predator, so tired and scared that death seems like the easiest option. That’s what Jaime was doing. He was letting me kill him. And me? I was planning to do just that. The thought makes me uncomfortable, a new emotion tightening my chest. Shame, comes a word for it from beyond the fog. I’m ashamed because I was going to eat Jamie. I’m ashamed because I touched him when he didn’t want me to.
Back then, I didn’t realize it or think about it, but as the fog’s grip on my mind weakens, these thoughts grow stronger. I’ve done wrong by Jaime. What right do I have to touch him now? Yet…
He’s the one who touched me first. His mouth-press against my snout wasn’t accidental or forced. He didn’t use his tongue like the male in my memory, but perhaps that isn’t the way of Jaime’s people. Or maybe I startled him before he could continue. Now I regret my hasty reaction. Nuzzling my snout against Jaime’s neck and licking the droplets of water and sweat from his skin feels good, but I keep wondering what else he would have done if I hadn’t interrupted him.
Pulling away, I wait for Jaime’s reaction, curious what he’ll do next. I want to touch the rest of his body, but does he want that too? My cock hardens, pushing out of its pouch, and I shift onto my side so it won’t rub against the rock. Following my movement, Jaime’s eyes widen when he sees my cock, but he doesn’t look alarmed. I see his tongue between his parted lips, and I long for it to touch mine. Is that something creatures do?
“Okay.” Releasing a shaky breath, Jaime cups my snout again, bringing it to his mouth. “Careful with the teeth,” he murmurs, gently pressing his lips against mine. I stay very still, notwanting to interrupt him this time, but when his tongue slides against my lips, I can’t stop a surprised twitch.
“Hmm, I guess you don’t—”
Jaime begins to pull back, but I don’t let him. Mirroring his motion, I run my tongue along the seam of his mouth. Sighing, he relaxes, his lips parting as his tongue slides against mine. The simple interaction makes my entire body light up with ferocious need. Need to touch, taste, consume Jaime, to mark him as mine. My tongue pushes into his mouth, exploring and tasting his moans. I immediately see he won’t be able to do the same because of the shape of my maw and the sharpness of my teeth, but he doesn’t seem to mind as his tongue twirls against mine in a sensual dance.
Desperate for more, I push in further, making Jaime cough and pull away. I want him right here with me, so I ease up and just enjoy the taste of him on my tongue. When we finally part, Jaime rests his forehead against mine, his quick breaths fanning my snout.
“Fuck. Okay. That was…different. Definitely different. But good different. Wow. That tongue. Jesus,” he rambles, his words making even less sense than usual, but since he looks and sounds pleased, I’m not worried. I pleased my mate. Everything inside me warms with that thought, except my cock, which is drying out and demanding attention.
Reluctantly releasing Jaime, I reach into my pouch to bring up more slickness and wet my shaft. Jaime watches with rapt attention, his eyes wider than before. I want him to touch me, but I don’t know how to initiate it. All of my memories of cock touching are hazy at best, like they didn’t make it through the fog in one piece. Or perhaps they don’t matter because I wasn’t with Jaime.
“Adam.”
The needy way Jaime says my name makes me snap to attention. Does he need my help? I don’t move, not even daring to breathe as I wait for him to do something, anything, to give me an indication of what he wants.
His throat moves as he swallows, his eyes meeting mine. “I keep telling myself I shouldn’t do this, but I think I forgot why. Fuck it. I want you, Adam. Will you let me touch you?”
Touch. He wants to touch me. My mind understands those words perfectly.
Breathless with anticipation, I shift so my cock is within Jaime’s reach.
Arranging himself sideways on the stone, Jaime tentatively reaches out, his fingers hovering so close to my aching shaft that I can feel their warmth. He turns a beseeching gaze toward me. “This is okay, right? I don’t want to take advantage of you or anything, but fuck… I really want to touch you.”
Hoping he’s just waiting for my agreement and not changing his mind, I move my hips forward slightly so my cock bumps into Jaime’s waiting hand.
“Oh my god,” he breathes. His palm is hot as he wraps it around me, partly from the water and partly from his own body heat. “They’re soft. The spikes,” he murmurs, running his hand up and down my shaft in a tortuously slow motion. When he hears my desperate whimper, Jaime tries to pull away, but I grip his wrist to stop him. I want him to touch me, even if it feels like it’s going to kill me.
Encouraged, Jaime returns his hand to my cock, his fingers exploring the spikes as his palm slides up. When he reaches the tip, he runs his thumb over my slit. As my hips jerk forward involuntarily and a desperate moan escapes my mouth, Jaime laughs softly. “You like that too. That makes two of us.” As he experiments with different ways to touch me, I let my head drop and my eyes flutter closed, unable to focus on anything exceptthe intense pleasure. Touching myself doesn’t come even close to feeling this good.
My eyes snap open when Jaime’s fingers brush the edge of my pouch. He lets them linger there, watching me expectantly.
“Yes? I saw you touch yourself inside and I want to try, but if you don’t want me to…”
Taking his hand, I guide his fingers inside my body. I’m not well versed in this part since I only started exploring it after meeting Jaime, but he seems to know what to do. Running his fingers along the root of my cock, he rubs and strokes, once again reducing me to a mindless creature desperate for his touch. His other hand briefly dips into my pouch to gather more lubricant before smoothing it up my cock. It’s almost too much, but at the same time it’s not enough. I jerk and writhe under Jaime’s ministrations, needing just a little more.
At a new touch to my cockhead, I freeze, staring in disbelief as Jaime presses his mouth to it. Hismouth. And…
His tongue darts out, pressing against my slit while his fingers stroke me inside, and the sight of Jaime’s mouth on my cock is the last push I need to reach that peak and topple into oblivion.
Chapter 20
Jaime
