Chapter 23 #3
“Because it’s my secret!” she yelled, bringing her leg back to kick him again, and halting when he cut her a rather lethal warning glare. One that promised retribution next time. “Because I know what dark witches will do to me if they discover what I am!”
His lids lowered as he regarded her with blatant annoyance. “I’m no witch.”
“No... you’re worse! You’d rather jump to the conclusion that I would do something horrible because you can’t admit that you could desire a witch genuinely!”
Carwyn didn’t back down this time when he darted forward on his hands and knees, instead daring him to be nasty with her gaze.
“You forget, witch, that I had two fingers inside your pussy and was quite ready to slam my cock in next until you ran away.”
Her next breath caught in her chest, and it burned. She was mortified that it’d even happened, and her damn face reheated as she truly, sincerely, wished Faerydae would just take her soul now.
“Oh, you loathsome, perverted cad!” She repeatedly punched the heel of her gloved fist against one of his shoulders. “You didn’t have to remind me of that!”
Or say it like that. In a way that instantly had her pussy clenching in memory, so she grew a little wetter. At the time, she’d been freaked out, but much, much later, her recollections of it had turned her on to the point that she’d needed to hide from him because of it.
“You have yet to tell me what the problem is.”
She stopped feebly hitting him as her brow furrowed. “Pardon? I’m an empath.”
“Yes, and?” he asked, his brows drawing together as well. “What difference does it make if you can sense my emotions during those activities? I have no issue with you feeling my desire, especially as I have every intention of reminding you by pounding it into–”
She covered his mouth with her gloved hands with a cringe. She didn’t need him to finish his lewd sentence.
“Because it’s invasive,” she murmured, averting her gaze to the side. “I... don’t like not being in control of my own body.”
Kier was silent for a few moments, and she shrunk under the weight of his assessing stare. “You don’t know if you truly wanted it.”
Her shoulders lifted self-consciously as her gaze lowered.
“I did. I know I did, but... what if I wanted to change my mind and was too overcome to know? What if someone goes too far and I can’t voice it because their emotions lead me, change me, make me give them what they want instead of protecting me?
Sometimes... I can’t breathe because it’s overwhelming. It terrifies me.”
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” It wasn’t an accusation, more of a... worry?
Her eyes widened as she softly answered, “No.”
Unfortunately no, and sometimes she truly wished she were.
She knew she’d been excited for it in the past, which is why she allowed the kisses that eventually had her falling into bed with a random traveller passing through one of the nearby towns.
She’d been curious enough to try it, desperate enough to ease her loneliness.
“And I’ve never felt more betrayed than when they were done.”
The first time, she’d just felt overwhelmed the entire time, but it hadn’t been enough to deter her, even when the emotions afterwards had been void of true affection.
Even though she’d felt unimportant, used.
But the second man... how he’d made her feel afterwards, without even having to speak, made sure she’d never dared to try again.
He’d stung with betrayal, as if the action with her had been wrong, and she’d always worried what that meant.
“So then we just make sure you want it,” he stated definitively.
Her sadness gave way to shock. “What?”
Their gazes met, and then his turned mischievous.
He grinned at her like a cat that had just been given a bowl of cream.
“There are plenty of ways we can touch. If my dragon form doesn’t bother you, I’m sure we can have plenty of fun.
” His tongue dabbed the seam of his lips as he trailed a hungry eye down her.
She shoved her hands against his face to remove that look, and to hide how the weight of that heated stare made her nipples go taut.
“We can’t. I can’t feel through your scales, but I can through your tongue, which means...”
Gosh, it meant his dick too, and Carwyn had been hoping every inch of him would be free for her to play with. But if she’d been able to sense affection from him when he’d licked her, and his dick lacked scales, which she truly hoped was the case, then it meant they couldn’t do anything.
Kier tilted his head and bit the side of her gloved hand playfully, causing her to gasp in surprise and pain. “There are many other ways to play.”
Then, before she knew it, he grabbed her wrist and stood while tossing her over his shoulder in one fluid movement. Carwyn squealed, legs kicking, then punched his back as he carted her down the mountain tunnel like a thief absconding with his captured woman.
“Put me down, you barbaric brute!”
A deep, belly-coiling, pussy-tingling chuckle came from him, and she didn’t know whether to gasp at her fluttering insides or scream for help.