He’s clearly fighting off a smile and sits there patiently, waiting for me to offer him another bite. I do, of course. Fuck me, but I’m addicted to him now, and seeing him eat my food off my fingers and enjoying it is…something.
I don’t care that it’s a little game he’s playing.
“This is how humans court one another?” he asks as he takes some of the carrots from my fingers.
My brows fly up. “You don’t know the word horny, but you know the word court. Christ.” I shrug. “And I mean, some people get off on that. You know, like a feeding kink?—”
“Kink,” he says slowly.
I don’t point out that what he did to my cock was pretty fucking kinky. “It’s a sex thing. I’ll explain it later. But no, this is not typically how humans court each other.”
He folds his hands under his chin and tilts his head to the side, regarding me. “Explain it.”
“Kink?”
“Courting.”
Thank fuck. I really didn’t want to have to explain golden showers. Setting my fork down, I push my plate away, full as I can be on this rabbit food, and my brow furrows.
“Now, I’m not an expert. I wasn’t allowed to date—or pretty much do anything except go to school and play video games in my room with Zane—up until a couple years ago. So my experience has been rather limited. But humans are pretty simple. We find someone we like, we flirt?—”
Rathyn does that slow, one-eyed blink at me again, and I hold back a laugh.
“Exactly. We compliment each other?—”
“Your cock is small but very well made,” he says.
“Oh my god,” I groan, throwing my hands over my face. “We try not to insult them in the process.”
“Demonstrate,” he demands.
I drop my hands and lean toward him. “You have gorgeous eyes. They’re like endless pools. I could get lost in them for hours.”
“You cannot enter my eyes.”
I pray to whatever god is listening for more patience. This time, I stand up and walk over, straddling his lap. He lets out a purr of contentment as his tail wraps around me.
I need to think like a monster.
Like a Vyastil.
“Your fangs are sharp and terrifying. You’re strong, beautiful, and wise.” His purring rumble increases. “You have gorgeous hair, perfect claws, and you make me want to bow at your feet?—”
I don’t really have much more I can say. I’m really winging it, but it clearly worked because he slams his mouth over mine, his tongue tangling around my own as he kisses the breath from me.
His claws appear, pricking into my back as he pulls me as close as he can.
For a moment, I think it’ll never end, that this kiss is endless.
But then he pulls back so I can breathe, small puffs of air hitting him in the face.
“You liked that, huh?”
He nods, then suddenly his whole body goes tense. “You speak this way to others?” His voice is layered with a growl.
I place one hand on his jaw, stroking his velvet-soft skin. “No. I’ve never said that to anyone else. I think I might have complimented a woman’s hair before, and her smile. I’ve had sex.”
He growls louder.
