Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
His wings spasm, jerking so hard that I know the answer before he speaks. “Yes,” he pants. “Yes. Feels good.”
All right, then. I lightly touch, and when his cock twitches in my grasp and more seed spurts out of him, I grow bolder. I rub that hard knot, toying with it even as I whisper filthy things against Nemeth’s back. I drag my thumb over the bulging ring of it, and Nemeth continues to come, his lungs heaving. Perhaps it’s a lot like my clit, I decide, where I can have multiple orgasms with the right touches at the right time. The thought’s an appealing one, and I keep working him with my fingers until he groans and pulls my hand away, clutching it against his chest, just like the other one.
I hug him from behind, smiling, my cheek pressed to his warm skin. Even though I didn’t come, I feel good. Happy. Pleased. He sags against me, and our joined fingers are sticky with his release. He seems reluctant to let me go, and I’m content for him to hold me tight. I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed touching until just now.
It’s not about sex. It’s about intimacy. I’ve been craving intimacy with Nemeth and I’m so, so glad I finally took the leap.
I just hope I haven’t offended him in some way. I know how to handle a human man. I don’t know how to handle a Fellian…as the knot has blatantly proved.
“You…” he manages to choke out. “Why…?”
What does he mean, why? I’m puzzled at the question. “Because I wanted to?”
He releases my hands and pulls away from me, leaving me to stagger forward. I manage to catch myself before I faceplant in the room, and hold my dripping hand out from my skirts. Normally I’d just wipe my hand on my dress, but now that I’m the one that has to do the laundry, it’s not worth the mess. I watch in surprise as Nemeth scoops up his discarded kilt—and yup, there is definitely a small wedge of a tail tucked above his butt cheeks—and tugs it over himself, giving me a disgruntled look.
He’s acting like he’s upset…at me? My stomach gets a little queasy, and I pick up one of my discarded woolen stockings and wipe my hand clean on it. “You said you wanted me to keep going.”
“I didn’t realize what a game my responses were to you.” His voice is harsh, cutting. “You find Fellians revolting, remember? Was this a ploy of some kind? To have something to use against me? Or so you can prove that I’m weak and foolish around a pretty female?”
Hurt spirals through me. I calmly finish wiping my hands and toss down the stocking. I smooth my skirts and wipe my cheek, still slick with oil. I want to cry, but I’m not going to show the bastard that he’s wounded me. “That wasn’t a game.”
“Then what was it?” he bites out. “What else could it possibly be?”
“Maybe I just like you, you sodding pile of dragon shite,” I bellow at him. I grab my skirts and lift my head, marching across the semen-splattered stone floor as if I’m a queen. “I’ll be upstairs. Don’t come after me.”
And I head up in the darkness. I’m so irritated and hurt that I’ve forgotten to grab one of the lamps, but no power in all the heavens is going to make me go back into that room and face him. My jaw set, my dignity arming me like a cloak, I head up to the second floor and to my old room.
My bed is where I left it, and there’s a gentle dripping into the pan that tells me it’s raining outside. I lie down on the naked bedtick (since all the blankets are downstairs) and stare up into the darkness. Tears threaten again, because I feel betrayed that something I thought was so wonderful has turned out so badly. How could he think that I’m touching him just to have something to use against him? Does he think I’m that cheap with my favors?
True, I have said in the past that Fellians are horrible and the enemy, but I thought he realized just how attracted I am to him. I can barely keep my hands off him whenever we’re together. I watch him do his exercises like some sort of pervert. I cuddle up against him and press my body to his in bed the moment there’s a hint of cold weather.
And yet he would think the worst of me.
It hurts more than it should, and I’m not used to letting people wound me like this. If we were back at court and someone thought I was using him after I’d made him come…I’d probably have laughed in his face and thought nothing of it. I’m untouchable back at court. A Vestalin princess with the world in her fist.