15. Betty
15
BETTY
H oly shit balls. I’d heard it called ‘the little death’ before now, but it wasn’t until I just experienced one with him that I knew that was a mere exaggeration. I’d felt my soul leave my body for a moment there, and I’d swear to that in court on a stack of whatever they asked me to swear or affirm on. None of my boyfriends had ever given me an orgasm. Sex had felt good, don’t get me wrong, but like with everything else about them, they had been failures. My fingers and toys of course always managed to find my clit just fine, so I hadn’t minded too much seeing as I could give myself orgasms. Those were a pale imitation of what I’d just experienced.
His concerned face filled my vision as I opened my eyes.
“Are you alright?” he asked me, both his voice and face filled with concern.
“Yeah,” I replied, sounding as drunk as I felt. “Peachy. I definitely wanna go on that ride again.”
His eyes crinkled up at the corners, and I watched mesmerized as the scales on the skin there caught the light. They had a lovely shimmer to them. “So pretty.”” I reached a hand up to touch them. “And soft.” I darted my other hand out and grasped his now soft cock. “Soft but so good.” I giggled. “‘S like ribbed for my pleasure only not.”
His eyes dropped to my neck. “You’re barely bleeding, so I don’t think you’ve lost enough blood for this reaction,” he murmured.
I returned to full clarity as the memory of that hit me.
“You bit me!” I said, my hand letting go of his dick to fly to the tender spot on my neck. “Like a goddamn vampire!”
“It was my claiming bite,” he said.
“Yeah, but wow, it was like bam! Needle teeth going in with a sharp sting then hello, fun stuff making it feel good and shooting straight to all my lady parts. Is there some kind of venom?” I wasn’t mad. I had, after all, known there would be a bite. It had been in the information packet I’d been given back at the center.
“In my saliva. Yes. But only during our initial mating because I have to bite hard enough to leave a scar.” He looked far too apologetic for my liking.
“No, don’t you dare look at me like you’re sorry. It’s hot as hell that your beast needed to mark me as part of sealing the deal.”
“Beast? It was all me.” He looked adorably confused now.
“Oh, you definitely turn into a beast,” I told him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You look pretty human until you go all scaly, and can go all Godzilla man when really ready to rumble. And not in the fun sexy way, but with bad guys.”
“You mean my battle form, which our mating display is a much less advanced form of.”
“Yes. You, my dear, are a monster fucker fantasy reader’s wet dream. If you guys did ads showing off in mating display form, especially baring fangs and showing a little claw, day-um. You’d have to hire extra staff for the centers to process all the damned applications.”
“You think I am a monster?” he reared back.
“Remember what I’d explained before? That just is the general term for a non-human used in smutty bookworld. Your cock though,” I licked my lips, glancing down at it. “Now that’s a monster all right. I want to go again, but I think I need a good soak and a bit more patience so you can stretch me more before we get that anywhere near my hoohah again.”
He let out a low rumble of amusement. “Noted. Shall I draw you a bath now?’
“You, sir, are a prince among men.”
He stood up, shaking his head. “I’m just a normal male. The ones you’ve engaged with before have merely been extremely poor specimens.”
I laughed at his retreating back. “You’re not wrong!” I called after him. They had all been shitty, some more than others obviously, with Daryll taking the Grand Shit Stain trophy. But he was also wrong. There was nothing normal about him at all. He was extraordinary. So much so, that I was in danger of not sticking to the idea I’d kinda had all along of us being married and mated but remaining friends. I was fast losing my heart to him, piece by piece. Teeny tiny ones, but he was chipping away at me.
The truly scary part? I wanted to give it to him. He was my perfect match, after all. My soul mate. The one being in all the universe my heart should be safe with. But I just couldn’t hand it over so soon. It was ridiculous, but then again, I was judging things from a human perspective and damn it, there were people who claimed they fell in love at first sight and found they were each other’s other half and stayed married for fifty or more years, happy as clams. Maybe I needed to take a page from my romantasy books. Mylos biology was different from human, and they did relationships differently. Maybe if I treated him as if we were in one of those and he was a shifter, I’d be able to wrap my head around things better. Maybe. If I didn’t let my past relationships hold me back. And didn’t that just leave a sour taste in my mouth at the thought of those guys yet again standing between me and my potential happy ever after.
“It will take a few minutes to fill as it is quite deep,” Proslo said, coming out of our bathroom. “I had Hina add healing salts to the water.”
“Hina?”
“Our personal bathroom attendant AI. She analyzes our waste, dispenses things such as healing salts and can replicate advised supplements and medications, such as vitamins and medicated mouth rinses. There are several variations of the program in use and they can travel from posting to posting with us.”
“So a fancy home medical Alexa.”
“Only much more advanced.”
Well, duh.
“I have fitted the bath pillow and will go make you a coffee to enjoy while you soak.”
“Bring me my Kindle while you’re out there, would you?” It was waterproof, being one of the newer ones.
“But of course.”
He left then, taking yet another tiny piece of me with him.