Page 135 of Moonless

He gets hold of the cloth. “Hold still.”

“I’m holding.”

He works the sleeve down off that arm first, then lifts the rest over my head. He doesn’t throw it. He folds it once and sets it down by the knife, and I pull the tie at my neck and the knot at my hip before he can be tidy about those too. Then I’m sitting in his lap in nothing but the dressing on my shoulder.

He looks. He’s seen me before, but that was in the rain, and there’s enough left of the fire to see by in here. He takes his time with his ears forward, breathing in through his nose.

Fine by me.

When he lifts my breast, his palm covers all of it. The claws curve away past my ribs, and his thumb goes back and forth over my nipple until I push into his hand. He bends and sucks the other one into his mouth, fangs held wide, hard enough that I feel the pull between my legs.

“Trousers. I’m not doing this by myself.”

I get his belt open, and then there’s the cord, which I knotted myself outside and knotted well. I pick at it, and he lifts one claw.

“Don’t you dare. You’re running out of cord.”

One fang shows. He waits while I get it undone properly. Then he has to lift both of us to get the trousers past his hips, and the bound thigh makes him hiss, so I climb off him and drag them down to his knees standing up. He kicks them the rest of the way.

He’s sitting on the edge of my pallet in nothing but his bandages, and I stand between his knees and look at all of him for once. The pale bands run down from his shoulders along his sides, with the old scar cutting through one of them. His cock’s standing up against his stomach, dark and thick, with the head shining wet and a fat vein down the side. His balls hang heavy under it. I did that. I take hold of him, and his eyes shut.

“Look at me, Rauk.”

He does, and then he stops looking at my face. His nostrils flare. He takes me by the hips and pulls me in until his nose is against my stomach, and he breathes his way down from there, slow and loud. When he gets to the hair between my legs he growls, and I feel it in my knees.

“Lie down.”

“I was going to—”

“You need to be wetter than this to take me. Lie down, Kestria.”

I lie down. Bossy. He kneels on the floor at the edge of the pallet, drags my hips to him, and pushes my thighs apart with the flats of his hands. Then he looks at my pussy in the firelight for so long that I open my mouth to say something.

He doesn’t let me. He puts his whole face in me, and it isn’t the careful licking I taught him in the forest. He’s nosing into me and snuffling and lapping, broad and sloppy, growling the whole time. He shoves his tongue up inside me as deep as it’ll go and licks at me in there, with his nose grinding on my clit.

Oh, fuck.

I can hear how wet it is. It’s running down between my cheeks into the furs, and he goes after that too, licking it up from underneath before he pushes back in. I get a fist in his hair and ride his face. I come hard and fast with his tongue in me, and he doesn’t stop. He holds my thighs open and keeps eating at me right through it, until I’m yanking on his ears.

“Rauk. Rauk—enough. I want your cock. Get up here.”

He lifts his head. He’s wet from his nose to his chin fur, and he licks it off his mouth while I watch.

“On your back,” I tell him. “Your leg’s bad and my back’s bad, so I’m going on top first. I’ve thought about it.”

“You’ve thought about it.”

“All the way up the hill. It passed the time.”

He lies back on the furs. I climb over him the way I landed on him in the needles, with a knee either side of his hips, and his hands come up to take my weight before I’ve asked. One goes under my ribs. I’m wet enough that when I settle on him, his cock slides right along me, and we both have to stop and breathe about that.

I rock on him slowly, rubbing my clit along the length of him, and leave him shining. He watches where we’re touching with his mouth open. He’s still holding me up with one hand, but the other’s let go of me, and its claws have gone into the furs.

“Kestria.” His voice has dropped so low it’s mostly growl. “Is this still yes?”

“Yes. I’ll tell you if that changes. It won’t.”

I lift up, take him in my hand, and fit the head of him against me, right where I held him in the rain. He’s stopped breathing. Not yet, he told me then, and I’ve been cross about it ever since.