Chapter 10 #3
“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” I hiss, and Rathyn freezes, his tail uncoiling, and it wraps around my ankle, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. Looming over me, he traces a single finger over my collarbone.
My cock is already beading with precum, and his long tongue flicks out to swipe it away. The sensation is so fucking much. My back arches up toward him, our chests grazing together for a moment until I fall back down against the mattress.
Okay, maybe I can give him two orgasms. With a kiss in between, because as much as I like all of this, I also like the way his mouth takes mine.
I don’t have a lot of time to think about that, though. Between one breath and the next, he’s on my dick like it’s his sole purpose in life. Which…maybe it is.
“Oh fuck!” I shout as he pulls me into the back of his throat.
His tongue rings are cold against my hot cock as he starts to move, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking roughly.
I reach out and grab on to his head, my fingers digging into his scalp.
I need him to keep me grounded before I float off the bed.
His body thrums with a soft, steady vibration, like a quiet melody under his skin, and I feel my body responding in tune.
The vibration, which now sounds like it’s changing notes, grows louder the longer I hold on to him. It’s like the low thrum of a sitar.
And when my fingers caress his trembling ears, he lets out a low keen, his free hand tugging on my balls until my cock erupts.
My body arches up, my hands clutching his ears even tighter.
He holds himself on my dick until I can’t take it.
Until I tug him off me, and I immediately spill across his cheeks and mouth.
He purrs as his tongue laps out and he licks himself clean.
A low groan escapes me when it’s over, and my fingers loosen their hold on his ears. I worry I hurt him, but they flutter when I let go, and his eyes flash up to mine.
“Sorry about that,” I say, feeling slightly shy. “I got really into that one.”
“You always enjoy it. I am very good.”
I roll my eyes and throw an arm over my face. “Yeah, well, I can’t argue there.” He is. In my limited experience, no one has been better than him.
As he slides up next to me, I notice his robe has fallen off one of his shoulders. I reach out and try to right it, but my hand ends up caressing his skin instead. It ripples beneath my touch, and I see his eyes flash.
“Fourteen,” he says, and I sigh, though I know damn well I’m not going to say no. I’m spent for the moment, but I can already feel a curl of interest in my cock.
“Maybe you’ll get lucky and bring it down to thirteen tonight.”
He shifts closer, his tail moving up to twine around my upper thigh. God, I really fucking like that.
“Ruenox,” he says.
I immediately shake my head. “Absolutely not. We’re not using that every time. It’s too much for my body.”
He gives me an irritated look. “How can you get hard again without it?”
I lean up on my elbows and roll my lips between my teeth. “Well, humans, you know, do things.”
His ear flicks. “What things?”
I shrug. I wish I were smoother, but I have no game. I never have. “I don’t know. We mess around, I guess. It’s easier when you’re young, and your libido is—uh—higher.”
His fangs pop out as he bites his bottom lip. “What is…messing around?”
“Kissing. Touching. That kind of thing.”
His head tilts slightly, but he says nothing.
“Want me to show you?” I ask, and a low hum emits from his throat. I’ll take that as a yes.
I scoot toward him, turning on my side to face him. My hand extends, my finger brushing against his exposed shoulder. It ripples under my touch.
His eyes are shining like sunlight passing through crystals, and I swear in that moment, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
I hold my breath as I drag my finger down his chest, wanting to place the palm of my hand against him, but unsure if that will drive him away.
He stays still, a frantic beat thumping wildly in his chest.
My finger dances over it. “How many hearts do you have?” I know it’s more than one, but I have no idea what his anatomy is like besides the genital pocket, his claws, his tail, and his very expressive ears.
He shrugs one shoulder. “Two.”
“Cool. Humans only have one.”
“I know. You are weak, like I said.”
I roll my eyes and then tweak his nipple slightly. He jerks back, his hum off-pitch, but I drag him toward me with a brush of my hand to his arm.
“I’m not sure I like touching,” he says, wrinkling his nose.
I let out a small laugh. “I’ll be gentle with you then, big tough guy.”
His eyes glitter as I curl my fingers slightly and drag them down his side. His skin ripples and his ears flutter, and I shift closer.
“You said you would kiss,” he reminds me. I almost forgot how much he liked doing that.
My eyes flash up to his, and my lips twitch. “Ah, that’s what you want?”
His ears flutter, and I lean in closer, our chests pressing together. My leg wraps around his as my nose brushes against his neck, and he lets out another satisfied breath.
A hum follows, which is now in tune, vibrating through him as I press my lips to his warm skin. His tail wraps around my waist, keeping me against him as I let my lips slide up his throat.
“Like that?” I ask.
He answers with a deeper hum, and I let my lips linger for a moment, my hand moving up to tangle in his hair. It’s soft, and so lush. I tug on it, and his hum comes from deeper in the back of his throat.
I love that sound, much more than I thought I would. It’s so inhuman, and while I was always taught it was wrong, I can’t help but wonder if my aunt, uncle, and Zane’s family are the ones who aren’t right.
My body shifts, and I push him onto his back.
Climbing onto him, I straddle his thighs as he stares up at me, and I lean forward to brush my lips over the sharp curve of his jaw.
His eyes close in pleasure, hands coming around my waist. He holds me with an impossible strength before moving down to my ass, and his fingertips softly graze my globes.
His hum is even louder now, almost needy, and I feel the vibrations as though they were welling up inside of me instead of coming from him.
It’s doing things to my dick.
Touching him is euphoric.
I kiss him a little harder, and his eyelids flicker open. When his gaze locks with mine, heat skims down my spine. After a few seconds of my lips pressed firmly to his, I nibble at his bottom lip gently and then pull back to look at him. His eyes are heavy-lidded and hazy.
“Do you like that?” I ask again.
He takes a moment to answer. “I…do not know. I think so. It’s…different.”
“You don’t do this with your partners?”
He blinks at me. “Partners?”
“Boyfriends. Girlfriends. Romantic partners. The Vyastil you’re married to—”
“We do not marry.” His words are short. Clipped. But then he takes a breath. “There are political alliances that allow for some breeding. We do not engage in marriage the way humans do. And we do not…do this,” his hand skims down my spine, “with each other.”
I can’t imagine living in a world with no real intimacy. It must be so fucking lonely.
God, he must be completely touch-starved. And the way he’s clinging to me tells me I’m right. Maybe that’s why he didn’t like it when I pinched him. He’s never been treated with real tenderness.
My stomach twists, and I squeeze my thighs around his, backing him against the headboard. “I can’t give you more cum tonight.”
His fingers clutch at my hips, and they spasm a little when I speak. His ears flick in mild irritation, but he doesn’t look angry. “I will collect tomorrow.”
I snort. “Oh, I bet. But…” I glance down at his bare chest. Up close like this, his skin looks like it has scales. They shimmer a little more than usual, and I wonder if it’s tied to his mood.
I touch his sternum, then skate a touch lower. Then lower. “Can we keep doing this?”
“Touching,” he says.
“Gently,” I answer.
His breath trembles on his inhale. “Why?”
“Because I like it. I like touching you. It feels good. Your body’s so different from mine, and I like learning it.”
He doesn’t tense. He doesn’t fight me, even if he doesn’t give me a verbal answer. My hand skims lower, and I lay more of my weight on his impossibly strong thighs.
When he shudders, I lean in and fix my mouth to the side of his neck in another kiss. His groan turns into a purr when I part my lips and suck, and my hand drifts even lower toward the place a cock or pussy should be.
He has nothing, really. I know technically there’s a slit there. Basic Vyastil anatomy taught me that males have cocks hidden in their bodies, but they’re never out. Never visible.
Never played with or milked or sucked.
They don’t fuck, as he’s told me so many times.
I attach my teeth to his neck in a firm bite, and as I do, he groans—the sound almost like voices layered on top of voices. His entire body begins to vibrate, and then beneath my fingers, something thickens.
There’s suddenly wetness there, and when I pull back and glance down, I see it. For a moment, it looks like a tongue poking out from his slit.
But I realize it isn’t. It’s his cock, thick, covered in his natural lubricant, a deep, rich indigo. I have no idea how big it is—how long it is. But what’s appeared curls at my fingers, and I squeeze down.
Rathyn gives a sharp, startled gasp, and then suddenly it’s gone. His eyes are wide, staring at where it had just appeared. Then he looks at me.
Neither one of us says a word for a long, long moment. The silence is so thick it’s almost tangible.
After what feels like an actual eternity, he leans forward and gently moves me from his lap, depositing me beside him on the bed. “You must sleep.”
“I’m not tired.”
He doesn’t answer, instead slipping off the bed.
He glances at me for a split second, then walks to the door before freezing and turning toward me.
His clawed toes thud on the floor as he makes his way back toward me, and he takes my hand in his.
Lifting my fingers to his nose, he breathes in the scent he left behind…
…and then he lets me go.
I have no idea what to say. I swallow back any attempt at making words and watch as he leaves the room and closes the door behind him with a very firm click.