Page 92 of Solivagant
Words. Important ones, certainly. I registered that, even if I found I had little interest in hearing them currently. I had much more interest in watching the way his lips moved around his tusks.
He was beautiful. Bigger in this form than he had been before, even without the antlers. My eyes flicked up to them. I could see them. Not just as glowing souls, but as power. They were souls. And his soul was the brightest and strongest of all. I could see it. Beneath his skin, both here and not. An echo of aura around him. Beautiful.
All of him was beautiful. The red lines like tears down his cheeks hadn’t been there in Jem’s memory. Neither had the lines from his lips down to his chin. Also important. I craved the knowledge of how he’d gotten them, and how he’d lost this form and found it once more. Later, though. The knowledge was less important than the fact that he was.
My heart beat faster as I examined him properly. Not new to my memories, but new to me. New to my hands.
“My Jo?”
“Hmm?” My eyes tracked the red jagged line around his throat, and the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. They lowered over his well-defined collarbones, his muscular chest, his abs.
“Are you alright?”
A flutter inside me. My body awakened with a new kind of hunger. His biceps were so large, the veins close to the skin shimmering with the gold flowing through them. My heart beat faster. I could hear it.
My hands followed the path my gaze set for them. Learning him by touch as well as by sight.
I could smell him. The scent of his skin. His musk. Deep, natural, comforting, him. I leaned in to inhale more of it from the curve of his neck.
“My Jo?”
“Mmm,” I grunted. Talking was important. Probably. Later, though. Didn’t want to think now. Wanted to feel.
I licked the warm skin of his neck. My senses were sharper. He tasted good. Heat built in my core.
Khorli chuckled. “I see.”
Large, warm hands smoothed down my arms. I shivered with pleasure. Even that touch felt so intense. More.
“Your instincts are strong, aren’t they? That is good. Don’t deny them. If you want to eat, hunt. If you thirst, drink. And if you want to fuck… then fuck.”
My new strength allowed me to take him to the ground in only one push. His back met the grass. I followed him. My body over his. My knees in the grass on either side of his body.
My hands smeared blood over his skin, a trail of my touch I was suddenly desperate to see more of.
My eyes flicked to his, because although these feelings felt right in a primal way I’d never experienced before, I needed to know they were okay, that they were acceptable, that they were wanted. There was a smile on his lips and heat in his eyes that mirrored the heat building inside me.
Good.
I needed… needed… more.
My hands gripped his shoulders and I yanked him into me, and then lips were crashing against lips and tusks against tusks as I tasted the inside of his mouth. His tongue was quick to meet mine and just as eager. There was a brief battle for dominance between them before he used the length of his to his advantage, and that long tongue pressed deep into my mouth, right to the back of my throat.
I groaned around him. Yes. Good.
I rocked my hips against him. My dick was already hard in my tattered jeans. Already desperate for friction. For more. I needed to feel him. Needed to feel nothing but him.
The button popped off and the zipper busted as I used more strength than necessary to pull them open. I growled in frustration, and Khorli’s large hands intervened, wrapping around my wrists and bringing them up to rest on his firm chest, before they dropped to pull me free of my pants instead.
My dick had never been so hard. The need to fuck, to come, had never been so strong. I was already rocking against him.
Then I felt him. His dick as it emerged from the fur beneath my ass. So big. So hot.
More.
I tried to reach for it, for both of them, but his hand wrapped around my wrist again to stop me.
“Let’s save that for when you’ve adjusted to your new strength. Hmm?” he purred. “Let me.”
