He backs me against the wall. “Yes, my Everest. At least two before we leave through the portal.”
I groan, but in reality, it’s not a hard ask.
Rathyn gets his fill. Oh, who am I kidding? He gets some of his fill, then allows me to shower, shave, and get dressed. He adorns me like the last time, and my cock aches from the metal sound pushed through my slit.
It makes sitting at the counter to eat my breakfast feel a little…interesting. Not unpleasant. Not entirely. And I think maybe when we’re in Erethar, I can let him have more of me. It’s fun to fool around in his world, too.
Sliding my dishes into the sink, I glance out the window and catch sight of Rathyn’s hair blowing in the wind. I can’t see him,but I move over to the terrace door and find it slightly open. He’s leaning against the wall, holding his hand out, and when I pass the threshold, I can see he’s got something huge crawling along the top of his hand.
My heart leaps in my chest. I’m not really a bug guy, but Rathyn seems entirely unbothered. As I edge closer, I realize it’s a sphinx moth. I feel him become aware of my presence, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the fluttering wings as the moth comes to a stop at the tips of his fingers.
“Do you have those in Erethar?”
He hums deep in his chest. “We have…something like it. Pollinators,” he says.
I’m not sure moths are pollinators. I’m not even sure what moths do except chew holes in your clothes.
“It’s pretty.”
“It is.”
I slide up beside him and wrap an arm around his waist. He makes a pleased, purring sound as he nestles close without disturbing the bug, his eyes still fixated on it.
“I think it likes you.”
“I do not think it’s capable of such a thing,” he says, but his voice is soft. Tender. Different from what I’m used to hearing. For a moment, I picture him baby-talking a puppy, and that does things to my insides.
I shove that away very quickly. “So. I’m done with my shower.”
He finally turns to look at me, shaking his hand just gently enough that the moth flutters, then takes off toward another terrace. Rathyn’s gaze is fully on me now, pinning me. Then his hands lift and curl around my shoulders as he backs me against the wall.
“You smell delicious, my Everest.”
I close my eyes. I’m starting to develop a boner response every time he says my Everest so possessively. Old me would have fought him and argued about how I didn’t belong to anyone.
And I still believe that.
Technically.
But fuck if it doesn’t do things to me to think of myself as his. It’s contracted, yeah. I owe him cum—and I’ve come to terms with that. But I’m also now very aware that how Rathyn handles me—how he feels about me, the things he lets me do to him—are all very different from the other companions and their monsters.
“You are thinking very hard,” he says as he drags a single claw down my temple.
I swallow thickly. “Mm. About you.”
His hand trails down my body and cups me through the threadbare fabric. My cock is hard, straining against the adornments, the tip overly sensitive from the long post inside it. I groan, and a smile flickers over his lips before he leans in and kisses me slow, deep, and heavy.
I let myself get lost in it, even though I know this kiss has no real conclusion. I can’t get enough of it—the taste of him. The feel of him.
I’m like a cum slut at the door of the clinic, but only for him. And I will be damned if he ever actually knows the truth. I hide that deep in my mind, and he’d have to poke around into dark corners and long shadows to find it.
“What was that for?” I ask, slightly breathless when he pulls away. That kiss was more than his usual morning greeting.
His fingers move into my hair, claws slightly extended, dragging over my scalp without breaking the skin. “I will not be able to do that with other Vyastil watching.”
Right. Of course not.
“Are we going to your home after we get there, or?—”
