Grabbing her hand, I nipped her fingertips, reveling in her giggle. “I like to take care of you.” I sucked her pinky into my mouth and bit above the first knuckle.
Kicking joined her squeals as she sought to get away. “What are you doing?”
“Snacking.” I licked the indentations my teeth had left on her flesh. “You’re irresistible.”
She flushed. “You’re saying you want to eat me?”
All the ways possible. “I do call you a bird, and we had chicken for lunch so, technically, I could consume you too. I’d impale you on my cock, and then roast your pussy until it dripped, so I could lap up the flowing juices.”
Her jaw fell. “That’s disturbing. I don’t even want to know how it would work.”
“Easy. I’d begin with plucking your feathers?—”
She covered my mouth. “Please tell me it means my clothes and not something else.”
Rolling us over, I pinned her beneath me. Torturously slowly, I licked up a line down her throat, taking my time at the hollow of it—she’d squirm if you focused on the area. And her writhing…
Thank the gods I wasn’t wearing anything restricting.
Or at all.
“Why does it have to feel so good?” she groused. Her nails scratched my scalp, and I practically purr?—
A small mass landed on my lower back.
I stilled.
Scalpel-like claws punctured my skin as Shadow traveled up my spine to settle between my shoulder blades.
“I swear that cat is out to get me.” I slowly turned, in hopes of coaxing the kitten to jump off and make his bed elsewhere.
“No!” Kali grabbed my shoulders to keep me hovering on my elbows above her. “Let him sleep. We need rest before tomorrow too.”
Her smile drained the last dregs of annoyance from me, and I surrendered to her wish by plopping down on my stomach beside her.
She adjusted the duvet to cover me up to where the kitten had decided to make his bed. “You both look so adorable.”
Murmuring into my pillow, I promised her, “You should know that I will eat you tomorrow morning, cat or no cat.”
There was one thing my parents had taught me that I’d taken to heart: never start your day without breakfast.
5
GEDEON
There were always those who held morals in higher regard than survival.
They died.
It was a conclusion I had reached many times over the years. It was also the primary law of Ilasall, even if it was not solidified with ink on paper.
Survival above all—the unofficial slogan of the three cities.
Their citizens were unaware of the actual history of the world, the collapse of human civilization. Fed exclusively by their governments’ propaganda, they ate up the beautiful words and forged their own beliefs, the moralistic ideals about the honor of expanding the population by all means, no methods unacceptable.
The lies stuffed into their brains prevented the gray matter from functioning in order, the neurons from discovering the proper connections, the realizations about the bigger picture from dawning.
They considered mankind’s survival from one point of view only: the number of healthy births. And that was how they determined a person’s value—based on their ability to conceive children.
