Page 84 of Alien God

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Wylfrael

I have made a gross miscalculation.

It was a brief spark of a thought, quickly extinguished in a tide of hungering sensation.

Curse this woman.

Curse her challenging eyes, now half-closed in a feverish daze. Curse her succulent skin, the fragrant waft of her scent, the little panting sounds she made that went straight to my groin. She’d gone pliable in my hold, under the stroking of my tongue and grazing of my teeth, her pride and daring melting away like the last snows of spring.

I cursed myself, too. Cursed my body for not withstanding this, for not maintaining the cool distance I so badly needed. My cock was hard and urgent and aching, leaving me feeling as out of control as an untried youth.

“I’ll just... I’ll just slip out, then,” Ashken said gruffly from very near to us. I froze, and Torrance’s arm went rigid in my grasp. I hadn’t noticed Ashken getting so close. I was entirely beguiled by Torrance and her ridiculously breakable, absurdly kissable wrist, lost to everything else.

I wanted to drop her arm, like it was something repellant I’d found in my hold quite by mistake. But that wouldn’t exactly look like the act of a loving husband. Instead, I carefully detached my mouth from her skin and lowered her arm. She tugged slightly, but I didn’t let go, instead sliding my grip until I held her hand. She inhaled sharply when my fingers settled around hers.

Oh, no, my little bride. I’m not letting you go that easily.

“It’s alright, Ashken. We are finished here. Aiko and Shoshen have already started bringing everything to my chamber in the Eve Tower. We will go meet them there.”

“Everything? What’s everything?” Torrance asked, her breath shaky.

“You’ll see.”

I pulled my weak-limbed, panting bride out of the library, then upstairs to the closest tunnel leading to the Eve Tower. Neither of us said a word the entire way. As I held her hand, I tried desperately not to notice how small and warm it was, how delicate her fingers, fingers so short I doubted they’d even reach all the way around my –

No.

That was the only internal response I could manage. No.

No, Wylfrael, do not go any further, for that way lies madness you will never claw your way back from.

I could not let this become anything other than exactly what it was – a fake marriage. An arrangement. A deal with a desperate woman who hated me, and whom I was not particularly fond of, either.

But when I’d sucked her pretty skin, she had not looked at me like she’d hated me. She’d looked at me, with those cursedly beautiful snow and honey eyes, like I was on the verge of making her come undone.

A weakness of the body, then. Just like mine. Disobeying all common sense in the face of nonsensical, animal attraction.

I would have to retain tighter control. Not let her goad me into any more ridiculous challenges that would leave me panting and needy as a virgin seeing his first naked female.

She wasn’t even naked, for the sky’s sake!

Luckily, Aiko and Shoshen’s arguing helped dampen the fires burning in my loins. Their words filtered down the stairs as we ascended to my bedroom.

“No, put it over there, Shoshen! We’ll need to make room for the rest!” Aiko said, rather sensibly, I thought, considering the amount of fabric and clothing I’d bought. Lots of clothing will be good. Many layers to cover up my bride, make her shapeless. Maybe then I won’t be plagued by the memory of sucking her skin like an idiot.

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