Specifically, it is failing at basic anatomy.
Kol’s broad chest is still rising and falling against me, but he hasn’t awoken. His starfield skin is starting to fade. I can see that the gold is returning which I assume means the transformation is complete. How it works, or what causes the Drakav to go through this is a mystery I’m sure I’ll figure out at some other time. But that’s not what is currently short-circuiting my nervous system.
It’s the pressure pressing heavily against the apex of my thighs.
Even unconscious, his ‘thing that never was but now is’ is fully awake. And it isimpossible to ignore. A thick, scorching, ridged length is pulsing insistently against my pelvic bone. Every time his chest heaves with breath, the overwhelming friction drags it flush against my core.
I can process that. He is a male, I am a female, we are pressed together. Basic biology.
What I cannot process is thesecondshape.
Immediately beside it, thick and curving slightly inward against the first, the other distinct pressure is dragging insistently against the exact same spot.
No,my brain supplies.That doesn’t make any sense. There cannot be two.
I stare up at the ceiling.
“Kol, you’re going to have to get up and explain yourself.”
What evolutionary purpose wouldtwopossibly serve? One is historically sufficient for reproduction across almost every mammalian species on Earth. Two is just... biologically greedy. It’s structurally redundant.
But then my memory helpfully supplies a piece of horrifying trivia Justine dropped around the fire.
That they think Drakav biology is adaptive. When they find their mate, their DNA literally rewrites itself to perfectly accommodate the female’s deepest, subconscious desires. They transform into exactly what she secretly wants.
I go completely still under Kol’s dead weight.
Mydeepest, subconscious desires.
I slowly close my eyes in the dark.
Has my subconscious been a giant, undeniable whore this entire time?
No, definitely not. I am a respectable woman. I do not harbor completely unhinged fantasies about taking two separate cocks at the exact same time.
But the thick ridges pulse persistently against the center of my body. The second, curved tip flexes involuntarily right next to it.
Well, maybe a little.
I groan out loud, covering my face with my free hand. I am never making fun of Jacqui, Mikaela,orJustine again. My subconscious is evidently a raging freak, and now I have the physical, seven-foot proof of it passed out on top of me.
My heart is hammering wildly against my ribs. I try to shift my hips backward, desperate for a single inch of breathing room, but I’m trapped.
In response to the sudden movement, Kol groans above me.
His overwhelming frame curls tightly over me, and his face buries into the curve of my neck. The low, chest-rattling sound vibrates straight through my collarbone as his thighs flex against mine, the pressure dragging upward against my core.
Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuck.
His thick, dark eyelashes flutter against my skin. His nose drags along my jaw.
Mine,a raw, fragmented pulse of emotion bleeds into my brain as he takes a deep breath, his chest expanding against mine, inhaling the scent of my skin.
I feel as his eyes slowly open.
KOL
The agony is gone.
