Page 92 of Tempting Fate

Shit. This needed medical attention. We both did. “Can you try and get in? I… I can’t help you with my arm and hand like this.”

“I cannot move. With my exertion earlier, and kalidi as well… Gods, I am sorry.” He winced, lavender eyes begging for forgiveness. “I wish I didn’t have to ask this of you. Not now, not with you hurt. Is there a medpack in the speeder?”

“Nope.” There should have been, but I’d looked when I’d grabbed the water bottles, and the space it normally occupied had been empty.

“Gods. You need help.”

True, but there was only one way we could get it. “So we need to get back to the village, which means dealing with this.” And I’d thought kalidi out here would be too romantic. Ha.

He let out a groan. “Can you use your other hand?”

I laughed at the absurdity of it all. “I can try. I’m all cack-handed with my left, but, sure. Get it out, then.” I reached for a half-empty water bottle and rinsed my hands.

His pale amethyst crystals shone, reflecting the darting pinpricks of fireflies around us, and he burst into a weak but amused rumble. “Thank you for not making this awkward.”

I shrugged. “We’re looking after each other. Friends, right?” The word tasted like sand in my mouth. I knew what friendship felt like, and it wasn’t this.

His dick gleamed in the moonlight, hard and proud, beads quivering, the fade of purple and orange something beautiful, painted by a celestial artist.

“God, you’re so pretty,” I murmured, uncaring how inappropriate it was. Art deserved to be admired.

But I had a job to do. I couldn’t stare at a pretty dick all night long, and my sore hand throbbed in reminder.

Why did it feel so odd with my left hand? Apart from it being half numb, of course. It was like I couldn’t get a rhythm or get the right angle to sit.

He hissed in a breath.

“Shit, sorry, did that hurt?”

“I am used to the oil now. It is preferable.”

“Yup, we’ve not got any of that. Just good old saliva.” I spat on my palm, and he groaned, cock jerking in the air, a drop of opalescent purple leaking from the tip.

But between the numbness in this hand, the throbbing in the other, and the adrenaline wearing off… Shit, this was too embarrassing. “Sorry, apparently I’m significantly better with one hand than the other. This isn’t going to work, is it?”

“You could talk to me about your cunt again.”

“I can’t really summon up any dirty talk right now, kitten. What with monster attacks and being stranded and giving a terrible hand job.” And the streaks of pain radiating down this arm too now, slicing through the numbness in bursts, but he didn’t need to know that.

He managed a faint smile. “It is not terrible. It is merely somewhat clumsy and arrhythmical.”

My heart clenched at his easy humour, and I gave him a squeeze. “Hush or I’ll stop.”

He pushed his lower lip out in a pout, and we both burst out laughing.

“I could use my mouth,” I said before I lost my nerve.

He went still. Crystalline orbs locked on me with a predatory gaze, pinning me, stopping my breath.

I shivered. God, this was all kinds of wrong, but it would get the job done, right? “Answer me, Airi,” I murmured, “I need to know that’s okay?”

“Your… Yes. Please.”

Oh god, oh god, oh god. It was shameful how many times I’d thought about doing this, and this wasn’t how I’d imagined it, not even close, but I tried not to think, just dipped my head and flicked out my tongue.

Oh, fuck. Airida was hot and smooth and tasted faintly of spice. His gasp became a moan as I licked his tapered head, dipping my tongue into the generous slit there before sucking him inside.

God, he tasted so good, all musky and spicy sweetness. As I moaned around him, his hips thrust upwards. Then a hand was on my head, and I sucked him in greedily until those first beads slipped past my lips, a reminder of how very not-human he was, how very trapped I would be if they swelled and locked him inside me.