“Good different?”
“Yes.” He sounds almost drunk. He still hasn’t pulled his finger from me. I don’t ask him to. “I shall drink yourpro-statecum again and often, my Everest. You are delicious.”
I huff and my hole contracts around him.
He crooks his finger again, and I gasp.
Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?
A small part of me is afraid Rathyn is going to drink me dry, until I’m nothing more than a husk on his bed, but he relents and gives me the break I need to recoup and get a little protein into my body. I don’t consume meat because I don’t want to offend him by stuffing my face with eggs and bacon, so I spendthe afternoon looking up passable tofu recipes and find one for a stir fry, which comes out amazing.
He wanders into the kitchen as I’m finishing up, his nostrils twitching, and wraps his tail around my waist as he peers down over my shoulder.
“Want to try some?”
He huffs and flicks his ears. “I was present for Cielo’s reaction to your human food.”
I burst into laughter as I grab a plate and tip my little concoction onto a bed of rice. “Yeah, but that was a Pop-Tart. Trust me, that’s all chemicals and bullshit.”
He tips my chin up to look at him. “You would consume that? Why?”
“Because it’s delicious. Because humans have no self-control. But for you, we’ll start slow. You like plant stuff, right? And this is all plant stuff.” Grabbing him by the tail, I watch as his color shifts with pleasure. I tug him along, and he drops into a chair beside me.
“Broccoli,” I tell him, picking up one of the florets with my fingers. I hold it near his mouth, and he leans in and sniffs.
“It smells…strange. Not of the earth.”
“It’s got sauce.” Rolling my eyes, I shove it into my mouth and chew. I got the balance right with the teriyaki and the soy, so it’s not overwhelming. “Trust me?”
He sighs as I pick up another piece, and he sniffs again before opening his mouth and taking the smallest bite off the top.
“You giant baby! You can do better than that.”
His eyes flare, and he understands the challenge and insult because he growls deep in his chest.
“Come on, great and mighty hunter. You can conquer a little piece of stir-fried broccoli after conquering mypro-state.”
With a grimace, he leans forward again, closes his eyes, and gathers the whole thing into his mouth. My fingers included. His tongue swirls around them to gather up the last bit of sauce, then he braces himself like maybe the broccoli contains a bunch of tiny bombs waiting to go off.
I hold my breath and watch.
A beat passes as he chews. Then another. A single eye opens, and he stares at me. “It is not as disgusting as I imagined it would be.”
“I told you.”
“You said it was delicious. It is not,” he says primly, but I see him eyeing my plate, so I spear a bit of the fried tofu and hold it out for him.
He looks offended, and it takes me a second to realize why. Pulling the cube off the fork, he takes it with his tongue again, licking my fingers in the process.
“You’re getting off on this,” I accuse him, using my free hand to shovel my own bite into my mouth.
He blinks. “Getting…off?”
“Yeah. Getting horny. Getting turned on.” He still looks confused. “Feeling the way I feel when I want you to suck me off or play with my ass.”
He turns a deep cerulean and leans forward, a heavy purr rumbling in his throat. “I do not know what you mean.”
“Oh, cute. Now he knows how to play coy.”
