Rathyn shifts, his body looming over mine. I see the flash of red and orange in his eyes as he glowers down at me. “Is Cielo the Vyastil you want?”
“Fuckyou.” I jerk my hips up slightly for friction, but he just arches out of the way.
“I will not fuck you. Not if you want another.” I roll my eyes, and his hand moves up to clutch at my chin, holding my face steady. “Do not roll your eyes at me. Answer, human.”
“Fuck.You.”
His nostrils flare, and his eyes flash to my lips. I want to lean up and kiss him, but he’s holding me against the mattress.
“I don’t want Cielo, you butthead. But you insulted me. And I’m mad. So suck my dick and let me be pissed at you.”
“I do not want your piss.”
I huff a laugh, and his lips curl up slightly. I make sure to frown very sincerely after that. I won’t let him think he can make silly comments, and I’ll just come around like nothing happened. My feelings are hurt. I feel raw and splayed open. And despite being horny, I’m still worried about my friend.
“Do not frown, Everest.”
“Don’t call me a tool, asshole.”
“You know you are more than that.”
“Whatever.” I make sure to roll my eyes very slowly, so he sees every turn.
He sighs and then lets go of my face, but not before running his nose against mine. “I will take my fill, and when you are done, and your balls are small again, we will talk.”
“My balls aren’t small…” But my words are cut off by the feel of his tongue wrapping around my cock.
For a moment, I forget all the bad things in the world and let him use me.
I’m spent, and Rathyn is healed. Mostly. He’s also been very quiet, walking around the apartment, claws clicking on the floor, occasionally stealing glances at me while I sit wrapped in a blanket and curled up on the couch.
I’m still a little achy from everything, and as much as I want to scream at him, I’m beat. I’ve never been so exhausted in my life. I think I’m depressed. It’s beyond despair at this point.
“Everest,” he eventually says. It stings that there’s no “my” in front of my name.
I don’t look at him.
He walks over and takes me by the chin and turns my head. A single claw drags down the side of my neck, though it doesn’t break the skin. “My mark.”
“Healed.”
“How?” he demands.
I huff and wrench away from him. “Cielo had to give me that herb you all have.”
Rathyn stares at me, then suddenly he’s probing my mind before I can stop him. He gets all the way in, flipping throughthe scenes of the fight like they’re photographs in an album, and when he’s done, I’m breathing heavily from fighting him off.
“Fuck you,” I spit.
“You were injured. Humans injured you. It was not a scratch. They insulted you. You did not tell me this.” His voice is a low growl.
“Yeah, what the fuck do you care? I’m still alive. Still full of the cum you all need so badly. Here to be your pretty little lapdog.” I wait, silently begging him to say something—anything—to change my mind.
But he doesn’t.
He sighs. “It is not only dangerous for you to be associated with me in front of other Vyastil, but it seems humans as well.”
“Is that all you have to say?” I jump up and fold my arms, staring at him.
