Chapter 31
KENNA
K enna had never been threatened with multiple orgasms before—and in fact, if some guy her own age had tried to, she probably wouldn’t have believed him.
But as Tarian took his hand away from her and brought his thumb back to his mouth to lick, Kenna had the feeling he meant exactly what he said.
“Wait,” she said, resting a hand on his chest.
“Did you like that?” he asked—and this time he wasn’t being earnest, he was being wickedly amused, she could see it in his eyes.
“Yes. Obviously. But,” she said, sitting slowly back—she could feel him filling everywhere inside her, and now that she’d come, it was like they fit, which was good, because she was pretty sure what she was going to say next was going to get her into trouble.
“Have you...not come...for eight hundred years?” She watched his mood change, and knew the truth without him saying things.
“Did you even masturbate?” she asked, and it was his turn to look away, embarrassed.
“There seemed no point.”
“That sounds awful.”
“Because it was,” he said, lost in his own thoughts.
She grabbed for his perfect, chiseled chin, and brought it back to face her, pressing the tips of two fingers against his lips, until he let them in his mouth.
“Then when I make you come, are you going to drown me?” she asked, attempting to sound helpless and innocent while her hips were anything but, working against his hard on.
His brow furrowed, but then he caught her point, as she pulled her fingers out and sent them back to where his thumb had been.
“Let’s find out,” he growled, wrapping a hand around each of her thighs to pull her forward—and then make her land on him.
She gasped with surprise—but then the friction was good enough to make her moan.
“Yes,” Tarian agreed, in a low purr. He did it again and again, working with her, then working against her, taking her deep—but the problem was, she was human, and rocking on sand hurt her knees.
She would’ve toughed it out though, for his sake—because after waiting for almost a millennia, the man’s balls had to be epically blue—except he noticed.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her—she must have winced.
“Nothing.”
One of his eyebrows rose. “We are bonded and you are lying. Tell me.”
Kenna made a dissatisfied groan. Showing him her knees meant losing him inside her, and she’d gotten quite used to the size, depth, and dimensions of his cock in the last ten minutes.
“Fine,” she said, then lifted herself off of him and wriggled back, far enough to show him her legs.
There were little scattered dents where pieces of sand and small gravel had ground into her—and he was horrified.
“What?”
“It’s fine,” she said, dusting herself off—then strong hands had her upright in a moment, with a speed that made her shriek.
“It’s not,” Tarian said, inspecting her. “Why would you think I would want you to hurt for me? Or that I would ever want to be responsible for any of your pain?”
“I—I don’t know. I just—” she started as he got up beside her.
“I am responsible for you. Not just for your pleasure now, but for every day of the rest of your life.” His chest was heaving with emotion, and his beautiful, beautiful human-looking, but definitely uncut, cock was falling to half-mast—which was good, because she was angry.
“No—that’s bullshit. I get to make decisions too!” she shouted at him, and when he didn’t respond, when the fact that he was like a stone wall was, in itself, a response, she shouted. “Maybe Seris ran away from you! Did you ever think about that? Because when you act like this—I would!”
Tarian took a step back, and reached down to assemble himself, tucking his dick away and zipping his pants up at once.
Then he just stared at her—and it was clear she’d hurt him.
“I am going to go outside now. I will not be far,” he said, before turning to do just that.