“Enjoy might be too strong a word.”
Finally, I got a chuckle from him. Wyn pushed his face against my neck and inhaled, sending heat to my cock. I swallowedagainst the burgeoning desire. Resting his ear against my chest, Wyn said, “Blood is not my strength.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“It’s fairly common knowledge.”
“Not to me.” I tangled my fingers in his braid. “I want to know everything about you.”
“I want to know everything about you.”
“Even if I’m bad with blood?”
Wyn looked up at me. “Are you?”
“No. Blood doesn’t bother me.”
He gave me a deep frown but settled back against my chest. My arms were loose around his trim waist, and my tail slid up and down his spine. His wings twitched beneath my touch, and I longed to set them free. I loved when Wyn spread his wings and protected me. I also loved the sight of the leather of his harness against his scales in a way that was completely new to me, but one I wished to explore deeper.
I tucked a hand under his tunic and rubbed the small of his back. Wyn moaned, and I swallowed. I slipped a finger under the waistband of his trousers to tickle the sensitive scales around his tail.
“Monqilcolnen.” Wyn sat up. “We’re not here to fuck.”
“We could,” I commented.
“We could, but we’re not going to. We’re going to finish this session.”
“As long as you are feeling well enough.”
“I am,” he said.
With my hands on his waist, I helped Wyn up, then rose to my own feet. I couldn’t help but smile down at him, my fingers flexing on his hips. Never would I have thought I’d get this, and now that I did, I couldn’t live without it—without him—in my life.
“Let’s finish,” Wyn said.
“Yes,” I agreed, though I didn’t let him go.
Chapter 43
We need to have some fun.
I stepped out of the experience suite and stretched. Monqilcolnen was right behind me. His tail took mine as he led me out of the shop. The hour was late, but tomorrow was another free day for us both.
Monqilcolnen said, “We’re getting close to the end of the story.”
We were. After I’d fainted, our characters had continued to run from their clans, who were still at war, and forged bracers embedded with scales, which meant we were moving in the right direction. I hoped, at least. It was still possible to get a sad ending with us splitting, and therefore dying, while our clans remained at war.
“I’m enjoying this story,” I commented, tugging on his tail to keep him from bumping into another person. “It’s challenging without being daunting.” However much I was struggling with wishing the words belonged to Monqilcolnen.
“I agree. I would like to play another after we finish.”
I gave him a smile. “As would I.”
If I spent a second night in a row in Monqilcolnen’s quarters instead of my berth, I would be in for some good-natured teasing, but ignoring my fellows and staying with Monqilcolnen would be easy because… I wanted to be with him. Besides, I was going to have to develop a shield against truly barbed remarks. While I’d been lucky to be protected by this navy bubble and Monqilcolnen’s rank, it wouldn’t be like this forever. Once we returned to regular life, the snide remarks would come. I would receive them for my entire life, so I had to find a way to ignore them because I refused to not be with Monqilcolnen at this point.
“Dinner, then bed?” he asked, and I fought a smile at his assumption that I was coming to his quarters with him again. I would, obviously, but I did adore how much he wanted me there.
Hehadasked me to move into his quarters. I did spend a considerable amount of time in his space, whether I slept there or not. A huge part of me wanted to tell him yes. We belonged together, and I adored spending time with him. However, a small curl of ice remained in my gut. A fear, a worry, a terror of coming to regard Monqilcolnen as my mate and having him reject me. Until that fear went away, I was going to have to keep the illusion of space.
