My entire body locks up. Both cocks thump wildly against my stomach. I am genuinely concerned they might detach from my body and try to crawl toward her on their own.
Her hand lifts off my back.
The sudden loss of contact hits like a stone to the chest. She has seen the scope of it. She has decided. She is going to leave, and I will spend the rest of my existence with two useless, twitching, devastatingly lonely cocks and the memory of her scent burned permanently into the back of my skull.
Behind me, hide-coverings rustle.
I go still.
More rustling. The soft, unmistakable sound of hide-coverings being pulled over skin and dropped onto stone.
I turn my head slowly.
Eh-ree-kah is standing just one length behind me, bare.
The thin coverings are pooled around her bare feet. And I suddenly cannot breathe.
I have never seen her uncovered. I had not allowed myself to even imagine it. She has no thick hide anywhere. No protective scale. There is only smooth, incredibly soft skin. The dark flush of heat blooms from her delicate throat straight down to her chest.
I slowly drag my gaze down. I stare at the soft mounds lifting with her rapid, shallow breaths, the dark tips pulling tight against the cool air of the alcove. I trace the narrow indentation of her waist. The soft, flaring curve of her hips. And the dark, shielding triangle of fur between her trembling thighs.
She is not built for the harshness of the dust. She is built perfectly to be held.
She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Both shafts jerk so hard the thick ridges scrape together, the friction sending a sharp, agonizing shock straight up my spine.
She is trembling.
Afraid, she is afraid, stop.I nearly slam my forehead back into the stone. But then the scent hits me.
The thick, honeyed, unmistakable musk of her center rolls off her bare skin in waves so dense my mouth instantly floods with saliva. She is trembling because she...wants?
I am moving before I can think. My claws hit the stone floor and I am crawling toward her on all fours, my body dragging across the rough ground like a dying animal crawling toward water.
She does not step back.
I reach her feet. My hands close around her ankles, my fingers wrapping around the delicate bones. Eh-ree-kah sucks in a sharp breath above me.
I drag my face up the inside of her calf. Her skin is so soft it burns. I press my open mouth against the inside of her knee and her leg buckles slightly against my jaw.
Higher. The inside of her thigh. The scent is so thick here it erases every thought I have ever had. My jaw parts on pure, starving instinct and I bury my face between her thighs.
The wet, slick heat of her presses directly against my mouth and the sound that comes out of me is not Drakav.
She is soaked. Her slick is different from mine. Thinner. Sweeter. It coats my lips, my chin, drips down the hard line of my jaw. I do not waste a drop. I drag my tongue in a single, flat stroke from the bottom of her slit to the swollen bud at the top.
The taste explodes in my skull.
My cocks jump so hard my hips slam forward against empty air.
Above me, Eh-ree-kah’s hands fly into my thick mane andgrip. Her fingers tangle in the dense strands, twisting, pulling, anchoring herself as her knees threaten to give out.
“Oh fuck,” she gasps. “Oh my ... Oh fuck, Kol.”
I groan against her. The vibration travels directly through her sweet slit and she cries out, her thighs clamping around my ears. I grip her hips with both claws, sheathing them as I hold her upright, and push my tongue inside her.
The wet sound of it echoes off the alcove walls.
