Chapter 9
Please touch me.
Wendy
So comfy.
I burrowed deeper under the covers, feeling the soft material under my body shift with the motion. The cover shifted too. What? I moved my head softly, my forehead and nose pressed against something warm, soft and hard at the same time.
I’ve spent nights with countless men in my life, so I knew when I was being hugged in my sleep. Knew when I was nuzzling against a chest.
Yet, this one felt different. Not like the human skin I was used to.
The cover shifted again, inching higher to reach the side of my face.
I finally opened my eyes, frowning in confusion.
Light still filtered from between the vines covering the entrance, even though we were deeper in the cave. It didn’t take me long to recognize the black and dark gray color of Nitochi’s skin. Although, now that it was day time, I could see the slight dark purple undertone.
Around my waist, his arm tensed as it pulled me closer to him. He took a deep breath, nose sliding along the top of my head like he couldn’t get enough.
That’s it. He’s going to eat me.
The air got stuck in my lungs as his hand left my back to slide down my waist, hip, thigh. Shit, I’m way too aroused for someone who might be about to die. He stopped just before reaching the back of my knee and pulled.
All the trapped air escaped me as Nitochi placed my leg around his waist, bringing me even closer.
The fabric he had used earlier to cover me was lost somewhere under the covers and my drenched core was pressing directly against his crotch.
And it was hard. Why was he wearing pants? How fucking unfair…
“Shit,” I breathed out. “If you’re planning to eat me now, it’s just plain rude.”
He froze at my words. After a few charged seconds, his hand found my chin to lift my face toward his.
His dark eyes gleamed with the faint light as he searched my face, something between confusion and hurt on his face.
“Yitah hamun,” he said softly.
I blinked. The fucking translator couldn’t be updated soon enough…I recognized hamun. I was pretty sure it meant no. But the other word? I didn’t think I heard it before.
“What is…Yitah?” I asked.
He seemed to think about it for a second before he took my hand away from his chest to bring it to his mouth and…bit my fingers. “Yitah,” he repeated.
Okay, it wasn’t a bite—more like a nibble. But damn, his teeth were sharp.
“Yitah is…eat?”
“Asae.” He nodded.
I blinked again, my mouth closing and opening on its own. “So you won’t eat me?”
Nitochi frowned, clearly getting annoyed. “Hamun.”
Instant relief filled me. “But…What did you say earlier then? When you…covered me?”
His eyes seemed to gleam at my words—or was it the memory of his own? A small smile tugged at his lips as his hand slid back to my waist, his hips shifting just enough for his hardness to press harder between my legs. “Gymara hamunti.”
I groaned, yet my own hips couldn’t help but shift with his, seeking more.
I had spent nearly two weeks in the shuttle.
Two weeks without sex. And after, I had been too scared and disgusted by the men who had taken me to even think about it.
Now? Yeah, it felt like I would implode if I wasn’t going to be fucked right now.
“Will you…tell me once I have my translator updated?”
His tongue peeked out before his bottom lip slid between his sharp teeth. His hypnotizing black eyes darted from my eyes to my mouth, large hand tightening on the naked skin of my hip.
His face inched closer, nose tentatively brushing mine. “Ulami.”
The cover moved over me again and I finally looked at it.
His large black wing was draped over my body, enveloping me in a warm and soft cocoon. Flushed against his toned chest.
My leg around his waist tensed, the slight motion sending more stars behind my eyes. “If you’re not going to eat me,” I started, a little breathless, “what are you—”
I gasped as his other hand slid in my hair, cupping the back of my head. He inched his head to the side, his lips now caressing mine. Not enough. He exhaled a soft breath, the warm air hitting my skin sending shivers down my spine.
“Demeri hamunshi.”
Shit. Not understanding was a torture, but him whisperings these words in this deep raspy voice? It was everything.
“I—Look, I don’t know about the etiquette here…I didn’t even know I was going to have two husbands, but—are there, like, rules or something?”
His head retreated just enough for me to see his questioning look.
“I mean…There are three of us. Which is more than fine by me, because—” I paused.
Maybe now isn’t the time to mention the fact that I need at least three orgasms a day to not go insane with lust…
I rocked my hips and he let out a low growl, his hold tightening on my waist and his own hips shifting to meet mine.
“What I’m trying to say is, are we only supposed to be… together, when we’re all here?”
He let out a shuddering breath and I gasped as his hold moved from my waist to my naked ass, pressing my core against himself a little harder. “Hamun…” he breathed out.
“No?” I translated, my voice sounding almost like a plea. He shook his head. “You mean that, if we both wanted to—”
My sentence was cut off by his lips finally crashing against mine.
I let out a desperate moan when his tongue caressed my own.
My hips kept rocking against him and I was too close to coming to even care about the stain my arousal would leave on the front of his pants.
Next time, he’d know not to wear anything in the damn bed.
“Please touch me,” I breathed out in between kisses, grabbing at his wrist to pull his hand away from my ass and lead it between us.
I knew that after so long without sex I’d be like a live wire, especially with how attracted I was to this stupidly handsome man.
And yet, the orgasm wrecking my body at the first stroke of his middle fingers on my clit surprised me as much as it did him.
My whole body trembled in his arms as a broken cry escaped from my throat.
“Tai giruti…” Nitochi groaned as he kissed the exposed skin of my throat.
No matter what it meant, he didn’t stop. His fingers kept rubbing in small, slow circles as I shattered in his arms, over and over, my body relishing in the attention it had craved for weeks.
He whispered something that I didn’t hear over my own loud moans right before he slid his fingers to my entrance. “Yes, please,” I half begged, half panted.
“Khaas,” he groaned as he pushed inside, his other arm holding me tight as I kept shaking and rocking against his hand. Once they couldn’t go deeper and his palm was pressing against my clit, he stilled, dropping open-mouthed kisses in the crook of my neck.
“Nitochi,” I pleaded. “More, please, I need more…”
He let out a chuckle and his fingers bent as he slowly pulled them out before thrusting back in again.
“Yes…Oh god—”
I couldn’t get enough. It seemed like two weeks without sex was my limit and now I was completely overcome with lust, greedily chasing orgasm after orgasm at the hand of my dark knight.
I wasn’t sure how many I already had, but when he pressed on the deepest, most sensitive spot inside of me, my cry of pleasure was barely concealed by his ravenous kiss.