Her hot breath falls along the side of my neck, sending a tingling wave down my spine, and my muscles soften.
“Mylo,” she breathes, and my name on her tongue is the sweetest sound. “Listen to me very carefully…”
“Mhm…” I moan quietly, nuzzling against her.
“This costume doesn’t have a fly, does it?”
My head tips back, throat fluttering with a ragged breath. “No…” My blood boils at the thought of her tearing through the fabric, freeing my throbbing length, which pinches harder with every heartbeat?—
“Then I’m going to need you to…Knock it off.”
The command hits me like ice water, and I straighten.
“You need to be very good for me today. Finish all your work. Then maybe… justmaybe… I’ll give you what you want.”
Gears grind in my mind, instincts splitting: part desperate for her taste, part dedicated to obedience.
It’s enough for my good sense to seize control of my body again, and I stumble back, putting a pace between us.
“Fuck,” I hiss. My thoughts are still sluggish and hazy, like I chugged two glasses of wine. I turn a glare at Christine. “You shouldn’t have come here.”
Rage pulls her lips taught. “Ishouldn’t have…You’rethe one that pulled me over here!Iwas going toleave. After saving your ass, I might add.”
“I didn’t ask you to do that,” I snap. I know it’s childish and stupid the moment the words leave my mouth. But it feels safer when she’s mad. Or maybe part of me wants to get pinned against this ravine wall and?—
“Stop that!” Christine hisses.
“Stop what?”
“Thinking about whatever you’re thinking about that makes you smell likethat.”
Only now do I notice her heavy breathing. Her tongue sweeps across her fangs as she swallows past a still-watering mouth.
It feels idiotic, but I lift my arm and sniff. Notes of sweet honey and florals overwhelm my usual citrus.
I frown. I didn’t even know Icouldsmell like that.
“Just…” Christine sighs, running her hand through her hair, sending the silvery platinum shining in the sun. “If you care so much about your job, go do it. And try not to get yourself killed this time.”
My cock throbs, and I wince. At least the pain will help me focus.
“Yeah, yeah, fine,” I grumble, turning away from Christine and heading back up the ravine.
Pebbles clatter against rock. I turn and look up as she pulls herself over the cliff’s edge.
Something sour and petulant churns in my gut. She has almost a foot on me; it’s not as impressive when she does it.
“Mylo?” Bella calls.
I swiftly round the corner. “Yeah?”
“Ready for the next shot?”
A lingering thread of Christine’s scent catches the wind and drifts past my nose. Heat flashes across my skin, and my cock tightens another measure. It hurts, but better that than it showing through this skin-tight costume.
I throw a thumbs-up and flash a smile. “Yeah, all ready.”
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