Chapter 5 #3
Unfortunately, now all I can think about is tasting her, spreading her legs wide, kneeling before her. Licking my tongue slowly up the apex of her sex.
“I should very much like to eat something here,” I tell her, and I mean it.
“Good,” she says, motioning to my plate. “Please, please do that.”
“I should like to eat you. Your pussy.”
My tail thumps behind me on the ground, my wings pulling in tight as the uncomfortableness of what I’ve just admitted has blurted straight out of me.
Lily gives me a shocked look that really shouldn’t get me as hard as it does.
“Just eat your damn food,” she says, sighing in exasperation.
I swallow, watching as her gaze follows the movement of my throat, leaving me bare and wanting in its wake.
Doing as she says, though, I force myself to eat more of the meat, mopping it up with the sauce she’s so fond of.
We eat in silence for a long time until she finally has eaten her fill and rubs her stomach.
She gives a low moan of satisfaction, and I tear my gaze away from the food I’ve concentrated so hard on eating so I don’t make a fool of myself and stare at her.
“You cannot make sounds like that if you want me to remain quiet,” I tell her completely honestly.
“Maybe I don’t want you to remain quiet anymore,” she says, squirming slightly on the bench. “I feel full of want in a way that I never have before.” There’s a whining edge to her voice that slices through my awareness like a knife. I want her.
“I want you to say my name like that,” I tell her. “But you don’t like me. You don’t want me to touch you.”
“I do want you to touch me,” she says. “But you’re right, I don’t like you.
At least I didn’t think I liked you. And then you came back for me and I was scared.
And then you made me food and you were kind to me.
And the way that you annoyed me so badly, twenty-four seven with your horrible singing and your annoyingness and all of your preening and asking me to get it laid, all of that went away when I was in danger, and now you’re looking at me like that and—oh.
” Her eyes grow huge and we stare at each other.
“Something was in that food,” she says, pushing her plate away. “I never would have said that out loud, ever.” Lily shakes her head, her matted hair swinging slightly around her chin.
“You can’t simply admit that perhaps we are better together than we were apart?” I ask her, the sting of her words doing nothing to lessen my need for her.
She snorts, crossing her arms over her chest, which only serves to press her breasts up and together in a way that leaves my mouth dry.
“Of course I can admit that we are better together. There was no way I could have survived the so-called cock encounter from hell without your help, and I was absolutely too tired and sore to cook for us. So yeah, I can admit that we’re better together, but I can also admit that you’ve been driving me crazy for days on end, and I don’t mean in a fun way. ”
“I am sorry that I was driving you crazy and not in a fun way.” I frown. I don’t like what she’s saying. I don’t like that I have been a problem for her.
I do not want to be a problem.
I want to be the solution to all her problems, not cause them.
My hand reaches across the table for hers, dying to touch her skin, to feel the softness of it. To see the contrast between the harsh purple of my calloused hands with the soft, warm, nutty peach and pink of hers.
“I am sorry if I am unfamiliar with the human ways of mating,” I tell her sincerely, the words falling out of me before I can catch them and push them back inside.
“It is not the way of the Draegon to be subtle in our mating, and I’ve wanted you since you selected me, before we were put onto this god-forsaken planet. ”
“Satellite,” she corrects. “No, that’s not what they said it was…
space station,” she corrects herself, then gives me a goofy grin that’s not at all like the normal Lily I know.
“Whatever it is, your mating thing, it was too much,” she says, shaking her head.
“Men back on Earth, when they pursue you like that, they only want one thing.”
“Mating. For life.”
“Definitely the first part and definitely not the second,” she says, looking frustrated at herself for speaking again.
She scrunches up her nose. “Why is it that I feel like all I want to do is talk to you right now? I really feel like there was something in that chicken. Or maybe we’re both just tired. Do you feel weird?”
“We could admit that it’s time for us to have these hard conversations,” I say gently. “We have to get off of this space station, and we have to do it together. And I can make it easier for you by easing your heat.”
“I am not ready to be mated for the rest of my life,” Lily says. “I don’t know you, and what you’ve shown me so far, I’m not sure I even like.”
“What have I shown you so far that is so bad?” I ask, incredulous. “I am a strong, capable, handsome male, feared by all of my enemies.”
My voice grows louder, and the chicken who appeared to have been asleep in the sand under the tree opens one beady eye and bawks at us quietly before re-nestling her head under her wing.
When I look back at Lily, she’s no longer sitting.
Standing, her eyes are clear, lips pursed with that thoughtful expression she gets when she’s considering doing something that she thinks she’ll regret later.
I noted it during our first task when she made a risky decision that paid off in the end.
And I’ve seen it several times since, including when she told me to leave her alone and go away.
She slowly walks around the table to where I sit, still as a statue, afraid to move for spooking her.
“What if I told you I did want you to ease my heat?” she says.
“Because I do, I really do. I have never been so horny in my entire life. I am so wet that it’s embarrassing, like truly embarrassing, and it’s becoming more and more painful and unbearable.
And as much as you drive me crazy, you’re the only thing that I want. Just you.”
“Lily.” So many thoughts come and go from my mind that it’s impossible to pin them down. The only thought that remains is how much I need her and how much it hurts me that she doesn’t like me.
“If we do this,” she says, holding a finger up, “you have to promise me that you will not try and manipulate me into being your mate when this is over, or into doing this again during the course of this show. Do you understand me?”
She gives me a very serious look, her finger still aloft. I wonder what it is she wants to do with that finger. If it’s meant to be intimidating, it is very much not. Her finger is about half the size of mine.
I wave her finger away gently because I don’t want her to poke my eyes with it out of spite to get this agreement, especially when she need not try so hard to get it.
“Lily, if you would let me ease your heat right now, I would give you anything in the world that you ask for.”
“Thank fuck.” Her slim, muscled leg slides over my lap, and she’s in my arms.