Chapter 9 #2
Drawing my plate a little closer, I pick up my fork and just barely refrain from digging in. This is supposed to be a cooperative activity after all. It won’t do any good if I jump the gun. Tearing my gaze away from the pie, I look at Jak and nod toward his fork.
“Go on, pick up your fork. We are doing this together.”
“I do not understand,” he mumbles, but he does as I ask without any further remarks and mimics my posture, his fork hovering similarly over his own slice of pie.
His expression is still a mask of confusion, and there is something endearingly innocent and lost to him at this moment that almost makes me forget that this is a male who gave me glimpses of the raw, icy darkness within him.
“Good. Okay. Follow my lead,” I remind him as my eyes drop to my pie and I sink my fork into it.
A small portion breaks off onto my fork, and I briefly look in Jak’s direction to note that he is following my every move so that we are both holding our bites balanced on our forks in the air between us.
I grin, excitement filling me. I know he also feels it because I can see the little flicker of response in the cold fire within his eyes.
“Now, on three,” I instruct. “One. Two. Three.”
I take my bite at the same moment he does, and the flavors melt in my mouth.
Not just apple and cinnamon but also a hint of caramel, I think.
It creates a melody of flavors that makes me moan aloud.
I might have been embarrassed in normal circumstances, but I don’t think Jak even heard me.
A look of shock floods his face, and he sits there, his fork frozen in the air, before it rapidly shifts to a look of wonder.
There is such pleasure and delight on his face that I am momentarily taken by surprise.
How many adults freely show such pleasure outside of experiencing an intense orgasm?
At this moment, he looks almost boyishly innocent.
“Again,” he hoarsely demands, lowering his fork again to the pie.
I scramble to catch up, but I manage to meet him bite for bite.
My bites are far from graceful, especially since my attention is riveted on his face as I watch the micro-shifts in his expression.
Now I see what he got out of watching me.
The play of pleasure on his face is fascinating in its raw honesty.
I do not think I ever showed pleasure in my food quite so shamelessly.
He moans loudly at every bite and even hums in pure happiness every time the sweet treat touches his tongue.
That tongue is also very distracting because it is incredibly long, and I can’t even pretend that I don’t notice its dark length extending from his mouth to lick the fork and then his plate.
A plate that he promptly pushes aside as his eyes move ravenously over the table.
“More,” he says roughly, and he points to a ham sitting nearby. “This. We shall eat this next.”
I nod and begin looking for a knife, but Jak doesn’t wait for me to find one.
He rips chunks off with his claws and dumps them on our dinner plates unceremoniously.
A look of eagerness lights up his face as he picks up his meat with one hand and looks at me expectantly.
The chunk of meat is a bit awkward in proportion—certainly not possible for me to eat elegantly with my utensils.
Shrugging, I mimic his action and pick up my own chunk of ham.
His tail curls around his torso in excitement as he watches me, and this time he is the one who counts us down.
On three, we both take a bite, and the growl that he lets out does strange things to me as heat rushes in a sudden drop through my belly.
I am pretty sure I just soaked my panties, but I don’t comment on it.
Instead, I take another bite and keep Jak busy with eating the ham, praying that he doesn’t notice my sudden arousal.
Thankfully, the food seems to be the perfect distraction.
Unfortunately, I am only human and possess a limited stomach volume, though I gamely try to keep up as we make our way through one dish after another.
In the end, I eat far more than what is comfortable.
Even then, I am forced to beg off when he looks back at the candied sweet potatoes and picks up the serving spoon with the obvious intent to return to them for a second helping.
“No more, Jak,” I wheeze with a laugh as I settle back into my chair and clutch my stomach. “I really cannot eat another bite.”
A look of disappointment briefly crosses his face as he looks longingly at the sweet potatoes, but he then looks at me, blinks, and gives me a sympathetic smile as he nods and returns the spoon to the dish.
“You look a bit uncomfortable,” he agrees with a chuckle.
“My apologies, Shawna. I just never—” his voice breaks and he blinks rapidly, his icy blue eyes briefly becoming dewy as he draws a breath and regains control.
“I have never had anyone do that for me. Thank you, Shawna, for this exceptional gift.”
I wave off his thanks and shift in my chair as I consider whether or not I can even get to my feet as full as I am. Jak chuckles again as he levels me with a playful grin.
“Do you think you can move?” he teases.
I give him a mock scowl but immediately ruin it with a giggle. “Oh, shut up and help me.”
With a laugh, he gamely complies and, somehow, I end up tucked back in bed to sleep off the meal with a long nap, but I can’t say that I mind.
Not when I have a surprisingly warm frost demon curled up beside me, a content smile on his face as he drifts off into his own food coma.
I can’t complain. It’s actually a rather perfect way to spend a cozy winter day.