“Shame has no place between us. Honor your sexual urges.”
“O-ok…have you ever licked yourself?”
I cock my head, pondering her words. “You mean tongued my stoyuk?
“Mhmm.”
“The idea never occurred to me. My tongue is certainly long enough to where I would merely need to lean forward.”
My mate’s gaze grows heavy-lidded. “Would you do that for me?”
Already I can smell her arousal and know how much the thought turns her on. “Yes, but only if you join me.”
Zhuliya shifts, rubbing her thighs together. “I have another fantasy.”
“Tell me.”
“We can’t do it here—it requires, erm, equipment.”
I roll my eyes. “Soyam, I can smell how wet you are from just us talking. It doesn’t matter if we can do it or not, at this point, everything is just verbal foreplay.”
She laughs. “Touché. Alright then, have you ever been pegged?”
It takes me a second to place the term. “No. Ithaqua are terrifying, dominant creatures. We’re much too feared for anyone to propose such a thing.”
“Suppose I proposed such a thing?”
“As I said, I’m willing to try anything once.”
The woman looks far too delighted, as if I’ve made her entire lifetime by simply agreeing to explore this particular fantasy, but then her expression drops.
“But we can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Do you carry a spare strap-on in your bag because I don’t.”
“Nope, I left mine at home,” I deadpan, and Zhuliya shakes her head while mock glaring at me. “But I might have an alternative.”
This catches her attention.
“What?”
“You have a belt in your bag, right?”
“Yeeeeees.”
“Then leave it to me.”
With this, I reach up and break a chunk off of my right horn. Zhuliya screams, her tiny hands flying to cover her mouth as the sound echoes into the now descending night.
“ILIAN! Are you ok?! What are you doing?”
“Making you a present.”
She just gapes, and I wink.
Poor Ulyen isn’t going to know what’s hit him.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Zhuliya
I’m panicking.
Ilian freaking Yaniqu just ripped off a piece of his horn like it’s no big deal and is circling it around his claws, over and over.
He sits down, continuing to fiddle with it, and I rush over to inspect his head. There’s no bleeding, but I’m concerned he’s maybe in shock.
“How could you do something so idiotic—we’re literally in the middle of nowhere!”
“Soyam, we’re connected.”
“What does that have to do with anything?!”
“Because if I felt the kind of life-altering pain you’re imagining that I’m experiencing, you would feel it, too.”
