Chapter 7 #2
I had her tucked in my arms, cradled against my chest, and she just had to tilt her head back a little to look me in the eye.
She was squinting which made me realize she did not have sight adapted to the dark like the Sleara and I had.
I wasn’t going to say it out loud, but it was adorable the way she was looking at me.
Her glare was landing south of my eyes, probably fixating more on my chin horn, a brighter spot visible in the dark.
“You shouldn’t have hurt him! He was just protecting me…
” she said, and my scales bristled along my spine some more.
Damn it, what about me? I was the one with blood dripping from my hairline.
I hadn’t hurt the Sleara, but he’d clawed me up good.
Her lack of worry for me had my temper soaring and a snarl ripped from my throat.
There was just a hint of fear in her scent, her eyes growing wide as they swiveled back from the damn creature to me.
“You don’t need protecting from me,” I told her fiercely.
Pressing her back into the furs, I slid into the nest with her, pinning her in place with my coils.
I kept my weight off her slight form with one arm and I pressed my hand to her chest.
Beneath my palm her heart was rapidly beating, her breathing rising and falling in a fast pattern.
I made sure I was looking at her eyes, my tongue extended to catch any hint of scent, and then I palmed one of the soft mounds on her chest. “Your scent betrays you,” I said as she thrashed beneath me.
I wasn’t just talking about how her scent was spreading outside my home which could give her presence away at any moment.
I was talking about the musky scent of her arousal that had already overpowered any hint of fear.
“Fuck you, Krashe,” she spat at me. “Don’t touch me.
I did not agree to be your mate, remember?
” I would have liked that fiery response but the angry chittering of the Sleara on my workbench infuriated me all over again.
The pest must have slithered in through a crack in the back wall.
Why the fuck was it getting between me and my mate?
It had no right, and I was even more furious that I was being threatened by a Sleara, a bottom-feeding rodent.
“The blood on your shirt is giving you away,” I said, and with my claws I made short work of ripping through the fabric.
She screamed much like the Sleara did, angry hissing and growling that wasn’t nearly as impressive as either of them thought it was.
Yanking the fabric free from her body, I tossed the bloodstained cloth onto the slumbering embers where it caught fire, incinerating the incriminating smells.
She wasn’t bare, a contraption, a kind of harness was still containing her luscious breasts.
Plain white, the lacy fabric was enticing, hinting at the stiff peaks beneath.
I hooked my claw under the strap between her breasts, ready to slice that off too even though there was no blood on the fabric.
That was just a primal urge that was riding me hard, urging me to bare all of her to me, to stake my claim on each inch of her precious skin.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Naomi hissed, “If you damage my bra… So help me God, I will make you regret it for the rest of your days!” There was so much anger and passion in that threat that it snapped me out of my rage-filled haze.
I looked from her icy glare down to the strange harness that cupped her breasts, it was a really lovely sight, I had to admit that.
“Fine,” I said, “There is no blood on it anyway.” I dropped my claw from the band and drew it down over her belly. “But we need to cover your scent, I could taste you, scent you, outside my home.”
Her glare lessened but her eyes remained narrowed suspiciously on my face. “Oh, yeah? And how do you plan to do that?” She spoke the words like a dare, and it made me grin. She was just so precious and I loved how she challenged me every step of the way, I wasn’t used to that.
I rose above her while sliding the tip of my tail from the bed to light the nearest lantern.
I wanted to see every detail of what I was about to do to her, I wanted to imprint it in my memories so I could never forget.
Already, my cock was pushing out, the writhing tips tasting the cool air as they escaped my pouch.
She threw up a hand to shield her eyes from the brightness the oil lantern caused when I lit the wick.
That didn’t last long, her eyes took me in from the shelter of her cupped palm; the orbs growing impossibly large.
Her look lingered on the blood clotting along my forehead and temple, then dropped down my chest to center on my slowly extruding cock.
“Oh hell no!” she said, but her scent deepened, musky and sweet. Her arousal perfuming the air.
“Yessss,” I hissed, “I must cover your scent with mine. It is the only way!” I palmed my erection, pulling it free the rest of the way with relief.
Finally, I could give in to these urges.
They had been filling my head all day, since the moment I’d laid eyes on my strange but exciting mate.
Giving my cock a few tugs, I watched her carefully for any hint that she was going to try and stop me.
“You can’t just do that, Krashe! I told you, I’m not your mate.
This is bullshit!” Her last word turned into a furious hiss, but her aroused scent intensified and her eyes never left my cock.
She even licked her lips, her cheeks flushing pink.
The angry noise she made was enough to rattle the Sleara once more and I could only just duck in time as he flew at my head again.
I caught the little fellow with the tip of my tail and reaching out, I chucked him under a nearby basket.
“Stay out of this, she’s not your mate,” I hissed at the Sleara, and instantly I felt angry that I’d been reduced to competing with this damn rodent for my mate’s affections.
I couldn’t leave her alone for an hour or she got herself mixed up with something.
“Don’t…” Naomi started to say but she fell silent as she watched the basket wiggle and rattle on the floor.
I had done as she asked, I wasn’t hurting him.
He just needed to know his place, and stay out of this.
He wasn’t going to ruin what I’d been aching to do for hours.
Her eyes flicked up to the blood drying on my head and she sighed.
“Fine, but we’re not leaving Kiwi in there! ”
That sounded like surrender to me, so I nodded and gave my eager cock another few tugs while I watched her breasts rise and fall.
So pretty, so soft, and so pale. “No! Wait, you are not putting that thing in me! You hear me?” I threw back my head and laughed, of course not.
That would defeat the point right now; there would be time for that later. I hoped.