Page 109 of Heimlock

By the time we reach the bathroom, I can barely breathe enough air; I want her so badly it’s almost killing me.

“Trinte, what are we doing?” Kyrielle hisses, looking over her shoulder.

I knock on one of the doors. “Finding a place to ruin you for all men.” When no one responds, I fling the door open and practically drag her inside. She’s grinning wildly, which broadens my smile. When I lock the door, we stare at one another like two predators ready to brawl.

We collide; teeth, fingers, tongues, lips. She’s everywhere, and it’s still not enough. I press her against a wall, bringing one of my hands between her thighs. When my fingers brush against her panties, they’re soaked. Groaning into her mouth, I play with the edges of them, teasing her until those luscious hips are bucking.

She raises a thigh; rutting like an adolescent dry humping in bed, I rub my aching cock into her.

“Do you have a condom?” she asks.

“I’m always prepared,” I growl, nibbling on her earlobe, earning a gasp. Grasping her ass, I lift and deposit her on the counter. She spreads her legs; I growl in approval. Her fingers fiddle with my belt.

I grab her hands. “Wait. I need to know your flavor first.”

Without waiting for her response, I drop to my knees. Eyeing between her thighs, I lick my lips. Black lacy underwear blocks me from what I’m most ravenous for.

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Iwake up swaddled in warm scales. This was easily the best I’ve ever slept. I didn’t need dozens of deadbolts or dumb weapons nearby. My instincts, heart, and mind know that together, Trinte would kill anyone who tried to hurt us here.

We’re safe together.

Inhaling his scent, I listen for signs of him being awake. I have the urge to rub him, but it’s smarter to refrain. His nightmare the other night scared me so thoroughly that I don’t want to spook him or, goddess forbid, cause a nightmare.

When he freaked out, I’ve never heard a grown man make those sounds of panic and devastation before. It’s like I was barely here. But he never truly left. He stayed nearby for me. I know it was for me. No one runs out of the room like that without the need for significant distance. At least, that’s how it is for a lot of fliers.

“What are you thinking, Firefly?”

I startle, then giggle. “How did you know I was up?”

“Your heartbeat.”

“You can hear that?”

“Oh, yes.”

Why does that make my heart beat harder? “What were you thinking about?”

His tail pushes me ‌closer as his arms wrap tighter. “That I’ve never slept so well in my life.”

“Me, too, actually.”

“Seriously?”

“Very serious.”

He hums, vibrating my face. “Do you want pancakes?”

“Yes!” I say quickly. They’re my favorite breakfast food. “With lemon and confectionary sugar?”

“You’re too comfortable, Firefly, giving incredibly niche food orders.”

“You made them for me yesterday.” I pout, even though he can’t see it.

“I know,” he says with a smile in his tone. Kissing the top of my head, he says into my hair, “But it’s the presumption that has my panties in a twist.”

“I presume you don’t want me to start gnawing on you.” I turn my head to bite his bicep. Mouth full, I try to say, “This is good, too,” but it comes out too garbled.