Page 97 of Moonless

“You were. I didn’t hear a word of it. I was looking at your chest, and then I was looking lower.” She reaches behind her neck and pulls the tie, and the top scrap drops off her and lands on my foot. Her nipples have gone tight and dark with the cold.

Hitto.

I cover one breast with my palm, and she pushes into it. I bend and take the other in my mouth. I suck with the flat of my tongue and my fangs held wide, and she arches up into it and says my name with her head back.

Her fingers dig into my shoulder. “Harder.”

I’m not the bandage. I suck harder, until she whines and her hips push at my thigh, and then I give the other one the same.

When I straighten, she takes my right hand off her breast. She turns it over in the rain and rubs her thumb across the ends of the two short fingers.

“You’ve kept these down.”

“Yes.” I keep my hand open for her.

“For the bandage?”

“No.”

She looks up. Both my ears have gone forward, and she smiles at them. Then she pulls the knot at her hip, and the second scrap drops too. She’s naked in the rain except for the dressing, with water running down between her breasts and into the dark hair between her legs, and I look for as long as I want to. She puts my hand flat on her stomach and pushes it down.

Every other part of her is cold and gone to bumps under my palm. Between her legs she’s hot, and so slick that my knuckle slides straight through her. She’s swollen there, soft and open, and when I drag the knuckle up over her clit her whole body jerks against me. I don’t need showing this time. I turn my wrist until it’s the two blunt fingers lying along her and the rest are out of her way.

I push both fingers up into her. She’s tight around them and hotter inside, and she’s wet enough that it runs down into my palm. I curl them and find the place, rougher than the rest of her, and when I press up on it she groans into my fur and her forehead drops against my chest.

“Oh, fuck. You remembered.”

“I remember what I’m told.”

“Then remember my—” Her breath catches when I bring the heel of my hand up against her clit and grind it there. “Yes. That. Keep—”

I keep doing that. She rides my fingers with her good hand locked in my fur and her bad arm folded up between us where nothing can pull it, and I can hear how wet she is over the rain. Her legs start to shake.

It isn’t enough. I’ve had my fingers in her before. I lay awake a whole night afterward with the taste of her in my mouth, and I want it again.

I slide my fingers out of her, and she makes an angry noise at me.

“Rauk, don’t you dare—”

I get both hands under her ass and lift her straight up the front of me. My claws have nowhere to go this time, so I let the tips rest on her, just deep enough to dimple the skin. She yelps, ducks the trough, and grabs my head. I keep lifting until her knees are past my shoulders, then hook one thigh over each, and she’s sitting on my hands in the rain with nothing under her but me.

“What are you—you can’t hold me up here. Your arm.”

“It’s holding.” The forearm complains and so do my legs, and I let them. She weighs less than the deer I carried home for her.

She’s right in front of my face now, spread open by my own hands, flushed dark and shining wet, and I can get at all of her.

I lick her from bottom to top, slowly. She tastes the way I remember, salty, and sweet under that, and there’s more of it now.

“Oh.”

Her hand comes down between my ears and makes a fist in the fur. I lick her again, and then I push my tongue inside her where my fingers were, as deep as it’ll go. She’s hot and tight around it, and the taste is strongest there. I work it in and out of her with my nose pressed against her clit, and she grinds down on my face with her heels digging into my back.

I eat at her until it’s running off my chin into the fur of my throat, and then I go back for more.

I growl into her, and her thighs clamp tight over my ears. I do it again with my tongue pressed flat to her clit, and she swears at me by name.

Suck. I don’t wait to be told this time. I close my lips around her clit and suck, and I look up past her belly at the dressing while I do it. The last time I had my mouth on her, that shoulder was bleeding the whole while and I missed it.