48. Bikar
BIKAR
“Hey, sugar.”
Bambi, the one who holds my hearts, is standing in the middle of our cleansing room, devoid of clothing for the first time.
She’s bent at the waist, slathering some sort of warm, inviting scented cream on her legs.
The earlier revelations mentally exhausted me, and I was not fully paying attention when I entered the bathroom.
Angling my head to the side, I avert my eyes.
“My apologies, Bambi. I was not paying close enough attention. I will leave and allow you to finish up.”
Tucking my wings close so they do not catch on the door, I am stopped by a hand on my arm. “No, sugar. You don’t have to go anywhere. This is your bathroom too, and I know you like a hot shower before bed.”
Keeping my head and eyes averted from her exposed flesh is hard, but for my mate I will do anything. My analytical mind does a query search for the usages of “sugar” in this context before my consciousness is aware of what is happening. The results floor me.
She has given me a moniker of endearment.
Movement out of the corner of my eye catches my attention, and I can’t help but turn my head, watching as she ties her mass of curls atop her head. Confused, as she just took her shower, a frown creases my brows.
“Little doe, what are you about?”
Planting her hands on her hips, parts of her jiggle enticingly. “You’re worn out and need to shower, so I’m going to help you.”
Swallowing hard, I look up and pray to the gods of Ruk for strength. “That… that is not necessary. I will cleanse and join you in bed shortly.”
Bambi promptly ignores me because she reaches for my belt, fumbles through the unfamiliar clasp before undoing it, and shoves my trousers down, motioning at me to take my boots off. “I’m not even going to attempt to take those contraptions off. Chop chop, I can smell you from here.”
Lifting my arm and taking a quick sniff, I playfully glare at her, kicking my boots and garments off. “I do not have an odor.”
Dragging me into the shower stall, she giggles and adjusts the temperature settings to my preference. She must realize I am still trying my best not to stare, because she turns me to face her.
“Bikar, it’s okay for you to look at me. Let’s be honest with one another. We’ve been working up to this. If you need me to say it, I will.”
Locking eyes with me, she takes my hands and brings them to cup her pert breasts. The feel of her skin against my palms is like nothing I have ever experienced before. What she says next, though, deepens my love for her.
“Bikar, you’re the love of my life. What those Aynar did to you didn’t make you less of a person. You’re not a machine that lacks emotion and free will. Nothing could be further from the truth. You’re a flesh and blood being with a few extra parts. No biggie.”
Reaching down, she cups the erection that has slipped from my body, hefting it a bit, and I cannot stifle a low growl of arousal.
“You can look and touch my naked or clothed body whenever, and however you want. You, and you alone, are allowed to do that. If anyone else ever tries… …” Eyes twinkling mischievously, she leans in and smirks. “…you teach them the error of their ways.”
“Duly noted.”
Running my eyes over her petite frame fills me with carnal desire. Her scars—though there are many—do not detract from her loveliness in any way. They are badges of honor. A testament to her survival. Some marks are raised and worse than the others—those I will enjoy tracing with my tongue.
Later.
With my mate’s permission granted and my hands still full of her delicate breasts, I lean down and seal my lips to hers.
Slipping my tongue into the warmth of her mouth elicits a response from my newly discovered mating glands.
The two small venom-filled pouches in my mouth are specifically used for mating purposes.
Arousal prompts production, and after kissing my mate several times, I hacked Einar’s records looking for answers.
Thankfully, I found what I needed. I did not dare initiate a bond with Bambi without knowing exactly what my body would demand from her. The spicy-sweet flavor fills my mouth and spills into hers, and Bambi moans as the venom hits her system.
Ripping my mouth away, chest heaving for breath, I rest my forehead against hers. “There is something you should know.”
“Oof. That sounds a bit ominous.”
“Eh. No…mbut also, yes.”
Pressing on my shoulders, she silently asks me to kneel, her desire obvious as she takes my topknot down and begins the long process of washing my hair.
Sliding my hands down her sides, I cup the curve of her arse and squeeze. “Have you noticed a spicy, yet sweet flavor when we kiss?”
“Now that you mention it. Yeah, I have. It’s similar to candied jalapenos.
” Scrubbing my hair vigorously is making her breasts sway enticingly in front of my face…
and she did say, however I so chose. And tipping my head so she can reach better just so happens to put my mouth directly in front of one of her delicate nipples.
“You should know what you are tasting is a mating venom unique to a few of my brothers and me. If you allow me to bite you, thereby injecting it directly into your bloodstream, you will be aroused to the point of pain. It means I will have to fuck you all night until the fire inside goes out. However, it is not necessary to seal our bond, nor does it take away your free will. I will not bite you if you do not want me to, but it will arouse you enough that your first time will have minimal pain.”
Capturing the tantalizing morsel in front of me, I suck it into my mouth, and we both moan at the sensation.
Flicking the tip with my tongue, my hands pull her closer, and I suck on her flesh until her legs begin to shake.
Standing, I tilt my head back to rinse the soap, then step from the stall and activate the dryer.
I adjust Bambi so she is straddling me, and tic later, we are both dry.
Cutting the blower off, silence fills the cleansing room.
Locking eyes with my mate, I wrap my wings around to support her weight, freeing my hands to play with her sweet body.
Pinching and rolling her nipples until they are a pretty red color makes her pant.
Slick leaks from her cunny where she is pressed against me.
Leaving the cleansing room, I carry her to our bed and gently lay her down, keeping my wings wrapped tightly around her. The instinctual need is more than my logical brain can overcome. Pressing my pelvis to hers, allowing her to feel the weight of my hardness, I have to know what she wants.
“What will it be, Bambi? Bite or no bite? There is no wrong answer.”