11
STELLA
Everything about Galen should have me screaming—but not in pleasure. From his sharp teeth to his unnaturally pale skin, he’s built to terrify and intimidate. And he does. I’ve been scared of the monsters since the moment I laid eyes on them.
But now?
Now, his sharp teeth make me ache to be bitten.
Now, I can’t wait to lick and touch every inch of his skin.
He does the first, nipping at the tender flesh of my thighs, wringing gasps from my throat I’m too weak to stifle. But he doesn’t allow the second, keeping my hands pressed to the bed, unable to touch where I can reach. His hands press my thighs wide, pinning my lower half within easy reach of his devilish tongue.
“Forty seconds,” I whisper mindlessly when his tongue flits over my clit. My eyes roll back into my head.
Why was I counting again?
My thighs begin to quake. Sweat breaks out all over my skin. Heat pools heavy and low. My body clenches as his tongue moves down, down, until I feel him licking at my pussy like a man starved.
He even groans, a sound of delight that has me quivering. I like that he likes what he’s doing. That he finds pleasure in me.
His hands clench around my thighs, immoveable, even as I lift them to get closer to his questing mouth. The restraint drives me crazy. I strain to increase the friction of his tongue, to take him deeper, but he forces me still, to accept him at his pace. I want to cry out in frustration, but my voice is strangled by the need to breathe.
“Thirty-five,” I manage to choke out.
One claw teases out thin lines of blood on my thighs. The pain is light, but sharp, the perfect juxtaposition to the pleasure. It should scare the crap out of me, knowing how much he could devastate me, but all I’m scared of is the thought that he might stop.
“Yessss,” I hear myself hiss. “Do that again.”
What’s gotten into me? I decide I don’t care when his claw draws out another line of blood. Galen won’t hurt me—at least not in a way I won’t like.
“Keep rekking still for me, or I’ll stop. And you won’t want me to stop,” he says.
I nod and nearly suffocate him with my thighs when he starts to move. With a wicked grin full of sharp fangs, he taps my legs, signaling me to open them again.
“Thirty seconds,” I say.
It’s as though I’ve goaded a bull with a red cape. One of his hands wraps around my thighs to hold my belly still and the other teases my clit with firm strokes. He buries his face in my pussy, his tongue thrusting in, deep. So deep it would make me blush if it didn’t feel so fucking good.
I’m bared to him, in every way. There isn’t a part of me left to hide.
The wild noises coming from my chest are frightening, but I can’t seem to stop. The claw on my stomach draws red lines of pleasure/pain until I can’t tell the difference between the two. I glance down and it only takes a second where our eyes meet to have me tipping over the edge, the connection too much.
And he’s right.
I don’t want him to stop.
It’s with regret that I let Galen tug my pants back up my legs, his lips still glistening with the evidence of our stolen moment. I tug him down to me when he’s finished and the taste of me coats his mouth and tongue. He lets me kiss him for a long moment and I feel the evidence of his unslaked lust pressed against my quivering inner thighs.
If only…
One stolen moment was more than we could risk. A necessary risk, because the very truth of our circumstances may mean there won’t be any moments left…at all. And I couldn’t bear the thought of not being with him at least once.
“That wasn’t enough,” he admits against my mouth, stoking the flames of desire he’d lit with his tongue.
“No,” I groan. “No, it wasn’t. If we make it through this—”
“When, when we make it through this.”
“Fine. When we make it through this, we should, I don’t know, go on a date or something.”
His brows knit. “A date?”
“Yeah, like what do you guys do for fun around here? When you’re not saving women and children.”
“I could take you to my greenhouse.”
That’s…not what I was expecting him to say, but he sounds so enthused I have to smile. “Your greenhouse?”
“Well, if it’s still there after the human soldiers leave. I’ll show you all the beautiful plants I’ve collected.”
I sigh. “That sounds nice.” Nice and normal. I’ll take boring for a while any day.
“Then, I’ll take you to the back rooms and cover your pretty skin in only the petals.”
Heat flashes through me. My mouth goes dry. “Sounds like some date.”