Page 107 of Alien God

My heart jackhammered, and somewhere in the back of my head a part of my brain – the sane part – was screaming at me to shut up and shut up now.

“Oh?” said Wylfrael, raising a brow.

No. Don’t say it. Don’t say it!

“Maybe we could... have some sort of relations after all. All within the confines of an agreement, of course.”

Wylfrael’s nostrils flared. His eyes were like laser beams on me.

“What kind of agreement?” he said tensely.

“No penetration,” I said quickly, the sane part of myself coming back, just a little bit. “At least not with your... your...”

“My cock?” he provided in a flat voice.

“Right. Um, yes. Thank you. Very helpful.”

Wylfrael eyed me suspiciously.

“You’ve gone an alarming shade of red, little bride. Do I need to take you inside?”

“No, thank you!” I squeaked. I was actually enjoying the winter air on my hot face. It wasn’t too bitterly cold today. It felt like it was about negative ten degrees Celsius. In the fur cloak, I was downright cozy.

And now that I was making a goddamn sex deal with Wylfrael, I was more than cozy. I was incandescent with embarrassment and tremulous arousal.

“Alright. I will agree to that. Outline the rest of your terms,” Wylfrael snapped, as if eager to get this over with.

Or eager to get started. Dear lord.

My insides curled.

“Um...” I hadn’t thought this through, considering the insane idea had only just popped into my head. I frowned, trying to think of anything else important. You know, the typical things you want to watch out for when you’re coming up with a sexual arrangement in your fake marriage to an alien god. Jesus.

“When I say stop, we stop, no matter what,” I said.

“Of course, I accept that term. It’s a given,” Wylfrael replied. “As I have already demonstrated to you once.”

“I know. I’m just... reiterating.”

“Fine. What else?”

What else is there? No penetrative sex, no going further than I want to...

“No feelings,” I burst out. The last thing I needed was the confusion of my marriage blurring the lines between real and fake. Orgasms were one thing. Love, on the other hand...

“Is that everything?”

“Well, yes. I think so,” I said.

There was one brief flicker of a thought, there, then gone again, as Wylfrael crushed me to him. I struggled to hold on to it, feeling like it was something vitally important, as he breathed against my neck, lighting up every nerve in my body. His hands roamed beneath my cloak, sliding down my waist to grip my ass. When he groaned harshly against my ear, then said my name with something that almost sounded like pain, the thought came rushing back. It crystallized inside me until I could finally grasp it fully.

Wylfrael had very clearly verbally agreed to the first two terms of the new agreement I’d just laid out.

Only the first two. Not the third.

I almost said something, almost spoke up, but when his mouth found the sensitive place below my jaw and started to suck, I moaned instead, the sound turning to mist in the air. He dragged a heated line of hungry kisses up to my chin, my cheek. His breath was hot and quick against my skin, his fingers moulded tightly over my ass.

When his tongue tasted the place at the corner of my mouth, I parted my lips involuntarily, an instinctive reaction to let him in. Perhaps a foolish reaction – a betrayal of my body, a dangerous desire to let him further inside – but even as I acknowledged the foolishness, I didn’t close my mouth.

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