Chapter 23 #2
“Emotional dissonance!” I screamed. Half begging the freaking loudspeaker to be useful for once. Every day on this damn planet I was fighting for my life. “Emotional dissoa-AAUUUHHH!”
Cold, cold, freezing ice cold shot up from the bottom of my foot to the crown of my skull. Osid the sadist, the dead man, was kee-keeing away while holding a snowball to the sole of my foot all through my stream of belligerent threats.
Two blocks down, Krampus raised an icicle spear, and I could have kissed him, slobber and all. Osid freed me from his torment and tossed me over his shoulder before running back inside. I slammed the door shut behind us. He set me down next to the fire and dropped my boot on the stone hearth.
I shrugged off my shirt and jacket and scooted closer to the fire. Removing my other boot, I ripped my socks off and rested my feet as close as I could get. Sweet, sweet warmth met my frozen toes, and I moaned. I heard the creak of the stairs and asked, “Where are you going?”
Osid’s large hand paused on the banister, looming in the dark staircase with the red tint of sunset casting a soft glow on his impassive glare.
He looked every bit the part of an evil king.
“Away from you. They said we had three days to complete this task, and they can’t very well kill us if they want us to succeed. Stay there until morning.”
Damn, he’s mad mad.
There were no icicle spears raining down around us, so he must have been right, and the Biwban had called off the kaiju.
Feeling slowly returned to my numbed toes, and I scooted a little ways back so the fire wasn’t so intense.
For a moment, I considered just sprawling out on the fuzzy rug and taking a nap but decided I didn’t need the crick in my neck later and got my lazy butt up to rest on the couch.
The soft cushions melted against my weary limbs, and I finally allowed my eyes to close. “Well, this is convenient at least.”
“Moonlight” by Kali Uchis began to play from the house speakers.
A deep sigh. I cracked an eye open. “What now?”
A whirring noise drew my attention to the kitchen island. An indent formed in the center of the granite countertop before it lowered and came back up with two steaming plates of food.
Rolling to my feet, I padded over. The Biwban had sprung for surf and turf this time.
Though the sheer size of the massive steaks had me thinking they didn’t come from a cow.
The smaller of the two was bigger than my head.
While the other was a turkey-sized piece of meat cut in a perfect square.
Forearm-sized grilled prawns were laid out over a bead of brussels sprouts and garlic potatoes.
“They have no idea how much we eat.” I ran a hand down my face. “Yet they planned this. They literally planned to trap me in a cozy cabin with that man.”
I’d be impressed if I weren’t so mad at myself for falling for their stupid matchmaking plans. Again.
“Holy dinosaur shanks, I’m dumber than a bird. I’m dumber than a bird. Thanks, American public school system.”
There were no cameras or overseers that I could see, and my stomach was growling. I took the steak knife and fork off the neatly folded napkin and sliced off a bite from the smaller plate and popped it into my mouth. My foot stomped. “Fuck me, of course it’s delicious.”
Meaty cube-shaped guilt loomed over me from the empty side of the table. I sliced off another bite and tried to chew past the gnawing feeling in my gut.
“I guess it was a little sweet for him to try to save me. Even though he was dumb not to run.”
My fingers thrummed on the table. I swallowed, then sank my fork into a brussels sprout.
The chair screeched as I pushed away from the table. “Fine!”
Pride tends to spike and get stuck in your throat when you swallow it down.
I ignored the feeling and straightened my shoulders as I made it to the top of the steps.
Placing my hand on the doorknob, I took a deep fortifying breath and tried to come up with a half decent thank-you as the door swung open.
The words froze on my lips.
In front of me, Osid lay on the bed, bare-chested, his pants unbuttoned and pulled low on his hips.
His long tail was coiled around his throat, tightening until his lips parted on a gasp.
Desire paired with desperation as he gripped the headboard with one hand and stroked his cock with the other.
His thighs were spread, wisps of tobacco and vanilla-scented smoke wafted around him, his cock painfully erect and weeping as he stroked himself with a slow, unhurried rhythm, as if each stroke was something to be savored.
Fat droplets of pre-cum slicked his movements; his thumb came to tease the weeping tip in insistent flicks, just as I had done with my tongue before.
His shaft pulsed. He tilted his head back, his tail claiming more of his throat as he moaned. Face flushed, so tormented with need tears bit at the edges of his eyes.
Heat flooded my body. I couldn’t stop the image of me climbing onto the bed to see how pretty he’d look as he ate my pussy. How those unassuming black beads would wreck my insides as he fucked me.
His breath quickened, so lost in his pleasure that he hadn’t even noticed me standing in the doorway.
I should have left him to it. Stayed on the course of obstinate bitch so I wouldn’t wind up collared and chained to a man so obsessed with order and power that his main goal was literally world domination.
But those red flags were looking a lot like hearts right now.
Osid
I wanted to punish her. Bend her naked over the bed until her large breasts swam in these silk sheets, her hips tilted just right with that luscious thick ass raised high and trembling for my hand.
I wanted to see her ass shake when my palm met flesh. Hear the moans she’d let out from trembling lips. The red mark I’d leave behind on her dark skin.
In my mind’s eye, the image was enough to make my cock weep in my hand.
Hard.
Aching.
Woefully impatient, knowing the object of my obsession was just downstairs.
A soft gasp.
Or closer still.
Blair stood in the doorway. Hand raised to cover her mouth as she stared at me wide-eyed.
She had better have come to apologize. If she fell to her knees and took my cock past those pretty lips, I’d consider forgiveness for her leaving me earlier. After all, concessions would have to be made in an interspecies relationship.
Let it be said that the tyrant of Dulba was a reasonable man.
Meanwhile, Blair remained frozen in the doorway.
Just when I was about to ask, she sauntered into the room and sat gracefully on the edge of the bed.
My tail loosened around my throat and fell to the sheets. “What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, she gave me a warm, anchored smile. Her posture straight and perfect, the mirth in her eyes far too fucking smug to mean anything good.
I clenched my teeth, staving off the fire that wanted to ignite and burn all her gods damned clothes off.
She was just out of arm’s reach—just far enough where she could slip away before I could snatch her up, drag her to her back, and claim her proper.
“Come to torment me more?” I asked.
Her smile widened.
Of course she had.
“A ceasefire,” Blair said.
I blinked. “A what?”
She let her eyes roam over my body, then licked her bottom lip.
Slow.
Sensual.
Maddening.
I sat there watching that lip like an idiot with my cock still in my hand. My throat bobbed. I thought back to our time in the courtyard when I had said the same words to her.
Fuck me.
The air thickened.
My straining cock twitched.
And yet…
“I offered you the same before, and you shoved me off. Too worried about my scent getting in your hair.” I waved to the smoke around us. The uncontrollable need to mark her as mine had smoke spilling from my tail whether I wanted it to or not. “What’s changed?”
“I’ve…had some time to reflect on it. While I don’t love the idea of running around smelling like alien…”
I was going to paint her flesh with my seed soon enough, and she was worried about a little smoke?
Laughable.
“You can’t help it, can you?”
If she were anyone else but the insufferable little wretch she was, I probably could have. This had never been an issue with any of my previous partners. Though not one of them made me work this hard. The more she fought me, the more I wanted to chain her down.
“No,” I said.
She shrugged. “Then there are worse things to smell like than vanilla. Let’s skip to the point, Osid. I want you, you want me. How about a momentary ceasefire for the night so we can work off some of this unchecked passion and get back to hating each other in the morning.”
“I don’t hate you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll go back to hating you in the morning. But right now, there’s plenty of other things I could do with you.”
My cock twitched again.
“What do you want to do with me, Wicked Thing?”
“Whatever the fuck I want.” Blair slid off the bed and removed the belt from her pants. She slid them off along with her panties, and I nearly choked at the sight of her pussy. Already dripping with want.
I watched her as she moved behind me and held still as she bound my wrists. She moved to kiss my temple before she whispered in my ear. “And right now, I want to sit on your face.”
I almost came right then and there, her voice so lathered in honey my body vibrated with lust.
I lay back on the bed. “Take your seat, then.”
She didn’t simply climb on top of me. She prowled.
Slow, like a beast that knew all too well that her prey was already well and truly caught.
My breath hitched when the softness of her thighs caged my face.
I raised my head off the sheets, intent on having my first taste of my queen.
She lifted herself higher out of my reach.
A low sound rolled out of my chest.
“Sit. Down.”
Blair smirked down at me. “Say please.”
“Insolent little—” My tail came to wrap around her shoulders and force her down.
Without breaking eye contact, Blair seized it, brought the tip to her lips, and blew across its slit.