Chapter 7 A Voracious Learner
A VORACIOUS LEARNER
Ozirax
There was a long list of ill-advised ideas Ozirax had pursued in his life.
Poking a sleeping otsoran.
Stepping off the carved ways just to see if it was as bad as legend claimed.
Flinging himself off that tree to smash through the caravan’s roof, finding those human women within.
All to sate that craving within him. The desire to feel something external to match the internal.
It’s why he’d recognized it in Spicy the longer he was around her. It’s why he constantly poked the metaphorical otsoran within her.
It’s why he decided to kiss her.
Perhaps he’d done it initially to get her to punch him. To lash out and sate her own desire for violence, while satisfying his desperation to fucking hurt and forget about that stupid fundraiser invitation.
But he was still kissing her. And he was…
Enjoying it.
Despite the pillowy softness of her lips, there was nothing gentle about how she kissed him back.
Because she was kissing him back, fighting for dominance with those blunt teeth while her sharp tongue was busy betraying her and slipping past his lips.
Warm and wet, a mixture of her heat and the heat from the water still raining down on them, he drank her in, waiting for the inevitable fist to collide with his jaw for what he’d done.
Instead, her dull claws raked down his chest, curling into his soaked towel as she tugged him closer. Sliding her hand across the front of that towel toward—
Ozirax pulled his lips away from hers, eliciting a hiss that could have come from either of their mouths. “Wait.”
A dangerous word, because giving this woman any more time could very well end with either of their blood spilled. And with how painfully hard his cock currently was, that would not be as fun as a traipse through the Dreadmoor.
But he swallowed, risking it. “If we do this… ground rules.”
Kalypso snorted. “Worried I’ll ruin things for your promotion because you can’t get me off?”
His eyes narrowed. “I’ve had no complaints before, but no. This has to be completely separate from our other business together.”
“No attachments. Easy.”
“Just sex.”
“I’m familiar with the concept.”
“We stop the moment a line gets crossed.”
“Worried I’m too much for you?”
Ozirax slammed his other hand to the wall behind her, claws scraping down the marble. Spicy didn’t flinch, but her eyes darkened. He followed a droplet of water as it slipped down her throat and over the hollow of her collarbone. Left a path of wetness in its trajectory toward her peaked nipple.
Naked. She’d been naked this entire time, and not once had she shied away. And not only had he noticed, his cock had been hard from the moment he watched her crack her fist into the marble. As he admired—silently—the tone of her body and the shape of every muscle she possessed and used.
He pulled his hand from the wall, running his knuckle from the stream of water up her chest before settling his hand at the base of her throat. Testing.
If anything, her gaze only turned more taunting. Daring him to see how far her boundaries went.
“Only me.”
Her face pinched in disgust. “Fuck you.”
Grip tightening around her throat, he leaned closer. “Training, fucking. Only me. Say it.”
Her eyes flicked across his face, blue and green assessing him, and then a smirk played at her lips. “You’re jealous.”
His snarl was answer enough for her lips to widen in a grin.
“Of Rand?”
No, not usually, but in this instance… yes.
Despite his hold on her, within a breath she realized the power she had over him.
Her hand pressed against his chest, sliding over his abdomen as she traced each ridge of muscle.
“I don’t know, Ozzy. All this talk, your spikes standing on end”—she teased her fingers under the towel at his waist—“sounds to me like you’re compensating for something. ”
Ozirax snapped his hips against her the moment her hand found its target, trapping her grip this time instead of pulling away. There was only the briefest flashes of surprise in her eyes before the black within nearly encompassed all the color.
He dipped his head, hovering his fangs over her pulse while maintaining enough distance to keep her gaze. “Say it.”
Despite the threat of his bite so close, the only changes were the spike of her arousal permeating the air and the press of her blunt teeth into her lower lip.
And then she whispered two words over the sound of the shower still running.
“Make me.”
Ozirax moved so fast, there was no hope for the water-soaked towel to remain around his hips. He scooped an arm under her leg, hoisting it up and giving him perfect access as he simultaneously thrust inside her.
“Fuck,” they both cursed, hers ending on a high-pitched whimper that he never thought her capable of making.
Not that his shuddering groan was much better as his entire length fit snugly within her tight heat in a single move. Not so different from a demon, though he’d had more success with a single thrust driving a female into orgasm before with their deep arousal points. His ego would recover…
Once he got her to admit what he needed to hear.
Ozirax withdrew, slamming back into her in three rapid thrusts before pausing with just the tip poised at her center.
“Fucking…” she mumbled, eyes rolling back to focus on him. “Move, fucker.”
“Say it.”
Rage simmered in her gaze. “You think you have such magical dick powers that—fucker.” She hissed as he sheathed himself again. “Fine. Only you. Happy?”
He smirked, leaning in to nip at her lower lip. “Somewhat. I’ll be happier when my magical dick powers have you coming half a dozen times before I’ve shown you what I can really do.”
“So—fucking—cocky,” Kalypso grunted out with each of his punishing thrusts. “Gonna take more than a few thrusts, even if you’ve got whatever that is going on down there.”
Ah, that’s right. He’d castrated a human male before. Pathetically limp things, nowhere near equipped to satisfy a woman, let alone come close to teasing their deep arousal points.
Spicy seemed to notice his talents, loathe as she was to admit it. Her gasps and blunt claws scraping at his skin were proof.
“Why must you be so infuriating?” Ozirax grunted, leaning down to suck on her shoulder. His lips followed the vine inked along her collar, then dipped to latch onto her dusky nipple.
Kalypso’s body arched, and Ozirax grinned to himself, finding her weakness. He could already feel her clenching around him, sending him closer and closer to the edge.
Concerningly faster than he’d intended.
Her breath hissed out of her as he trailed his fangs over her collarbone. “Fuck, I don’t take a contraceptive. Is that even a thing?”
“I’m not that close,” Ozirax argued. “But not a concern. I have a rune.”
To his surprise, she snorted a laugh. “Not close? I’ve been with egos like yours.”
His hand was off her neck and gripping the hair at the base of her skull, yanking it back and savoring her whimper as he continued thrusting her into the marble wall. “I’m not one of your pathetic human partners.”
His smugness faded as that whimper turned into a vicious laugh. “Yet you’ll fall short all the same.”
It was the confidence. The fury burning in her eyes. The brutal way in which she leaned forward and clamped her teeth into his shoulder at the same time she clenched around his forward thrust.
Ozirax barely contained his shout. The orgasm was out of his control, blazing through his spine and core as he stuttered with his cock buried deep and spilled inside her.
His arms pressed against the wall, energy going to keeping her upright while he shook.
It was agony and bliss and so fucking shocking that he could only stare into her unamused glare as he came down.
There it was. That spark of vulnerability behind her dual-colored eyes. The challenge that he’d failed to meet.
No surprise, she went for the kill.
Still sheathed, slick bodies pressed together with only his panting breaths to be heard over the spray of the shower, she grunted, “Are we done here?”
No.
Abso-fucking-lutely not.
It wasn’t his ego this time, not as he pulled out of her and dropped to his knees.
“What are you—”
It was that flash of disappointment, there and gone so fast, he doubted even she recognized it. That’s what drove him to throw her lifted leg over his shoulder and—
“There you are, Spicy,” Ozirax grunted, then latched his mouth to her center.
“Fuck!”
Her curse was reward enough—he saw his error from before, and he was nothing if not a voracious learner to be the best—but her hand gripping his hair and right horn was enough to send another shiver of pleasure through his body.
Ozirax glanced up as his tongue teased her, savoring the true signs of pleasure playing out across her body. Head thrown back, skin pebbled and wet, steam curling around her thick muscles, she was truly a sight. Beautiful, even, in both a lethal and raw way.
He narrowed his focus again, drinking in her taste mixed with his own. He didn’t care that his own cum was leaking from her center and dripping down his chin and neck. If anything, it was forcing him to fight his instincts to shove it all back inside with his fingers or slowly hardening cock.
Testing his tongue against her, he learned through her grip and increasingly panting breaths exactly how the human liked to be touched. And while it would have been satisfying to treat her to the same torture she’d inflicted on him, he could hear the voices getting closer.
Ozirax leaned back just enough to look up her body and meet her gaze. “If you want to keep this a secret, you better be quiet.”
He barely caught the widening of her eyes as he descended again, latching onto that nub of pleasure and sucking hard.
Her whole body shook around him, and this time he knew her body succumbed to the orgasm.
Her leg trembled against him, and it was only his proximity that allowed him to hear the muffled moans rippling through her.
Easing his ministrations, he placed her leg back on the tile, noticing how heavily she leaned against the marble wall. He stood, only a slight ache in his knees from how hard he’d hit the ground.
Spicy pressed herself flat to the shower, chest heaving with her breaths as she stared at him in surprise.
He considered telling her how lovely she looked, wet hair plastered to her shoulders and face and completely wrung out.
How he’d thought something similar in the first days, when she left the training mats in the same state, only with sweat dripping down every inch of her golden skin.
Except she’d probably take it the wrong way, and this fragile silence between them needed to end before either of them dared to question what had just transpired.
Smugness won out, particularly as he glimpsed the blooming bruise over her breast from his mouth.
Ozirax reached up and swiped a thumb over his chin, collecting their releases before popping it into his mouth and licking it clean. With a smirk at her darkened eyes, he leaned down and picked up his towel from the puddle it was creating by the drain.
“Read that book,” he ordered, tying it off at his hips. “And get some rest. First Dreadmoor scout tomorrow.”
Without waiting for her response, he turned on his heel and left.