I buried my hands in his hair, marveling at the smooth, silky texture of the black strands. He normally kept it tied back in a low ponytail or a braid, but this morning it was loose. It fell around my face, surrounding me with his scent and presence.
He smelled rich and warm, like the spices Masu used in the porridge, but there was a smokiness beneath it, as though he’d been close to a campfire.
My legs wrapped around his waist. He was so broad that I could barely lock my ankles together behind his back. The move meant his cock was too low for me to feel, and I rocked against him, searching for friction.
Just as I was ready to wrestle him onto his back and strip off my clothes, his mouth withdrew from mine. He tucked his face against me, his cheek pressing mine. We were both breathing heavily.
My heart finally slowed down, and I let my body mold to his, shaping myself to the curves and dips of his muscles. I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his bare back, petting him in slow, long strokes. Though he’d made me come over and over the past two nights and I’d stretched out over his body to sleep, this was the first time I’d been able to just touch him.
“Was it my imagination or did I smell winterberry porridge when I was downstairs?” he asked.
I laughed at his question, taken aback by the randomness. “Yes, it was. I’ve already had a bowl, and it was delicious.”
“I suppose I need to apologize to Masu,” he rumbled, lifting his head to look down at me.
His black eyes were warm and a little sleepy, his hair wild around his face. He looked sexy as hell, instead of a terrifying monster.
“I think you should apologize to me first,” I replied, arching my brows.
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “I am sorry, Leda. I overreacted.”
“Apology accepted.”
With a grunt, he heaved his body off mine and headed to the wardrobe. I watched the muscles in his back and ass flex and his tail sway as he walked away. Heat washed through me. The more time I spent with Bokkan, the more attractive I found him.
“Stop watching me, Leda,” he growled out as he pulled on a pair of trousers.
“Why?”
He faced me, lacing up his pants as he did, and I could see that his dick was half-hard.
I snorted and covered my mouth to keep from laughing aloud.
He shot me a long-suffering look. “I am pleased my problem amuses you.”
I couldn’t suppress my giggle.
Bokkan walked over to the bed and plucked me off the mattress, setting me on my feet. “I need food, female.”
“Then, you should go eat.”
His only reply was to grab my hand and drag me downstairs to the kitchen.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Bokkan
Leda needed to know what she had done when she told the magistrate that we were testing our compatibility as mates. The pointed looks Masu gave me all morning made that clear enough.
Only I was lost on how to tell her.
When she invited me into the bathing pool last night, I was surprised. Then she let me touch her and pleasured me in return… it was more than I hoped for.
I was finally gaining her trust.
Telling her that she had all but promised to mate with me in front of the magistrate was sure to ruin that trust. Daemons considered the testing compatibility stage of courting as a formality to a mating that had already been agreed upon.
