Page 25 of Claimed By the Krijese

Sorin pulls her off to the side, a safe distance from me. I ready myself, and with my eye on the target, I launch my axe, which embeds itself directly in the center.

Iris makes a loud screeching noise, and I whirl in her direction. She grins broadly and repeatedly slaps her hand against her opposite forearm to make a clapping sound.

“Excellent shot,” she calls out. “Although it’s not fair of you to show off on your first throw. At leasttryto make it look hard so I don’t feel so bad when I get up there and suck terribly.”

That rough noise rumbles up through my throat again, and Iris’s sweet laughter follows.

“I will do better the next time to try and…suck,” I tell her.

“See that you do.” Her grin broadens to my favorite one again.

“Your turn, Iris.” Sorin holds out his much smaller axe for her.

She carefully takes it and moves to stand in the same place I just vacated. I let her get into position before I correct her form.

“Like this.” I place my hands on her hips and turn them slightly.

She freezes and sucks in a sharp breath but then relaxes enough to let me shift her. Her fragrance grows stronger, including the other one which I have scented coming off the human mates of the Tavikhi when they are close to each other and doing the mouth touching.

“Now raise the axe, and keep your eye on the target.”

“Like this?” Iris asks, her voice breathy.

An urge unlike any other surges through me, and I take a single step closer, so my front brushes against her back. The throbbing in my sac increases, and my cock hardens at the feel of her soft body against mine and the scent of her that has grown stronger.

“Yes, like that.” I rasp into her ear.

Iris shudders and nearly drops the axe. I grip her hand wrapped around its handle and tighten her grasp.

“Focus.” Is it her I am telling or myself?

“Yes, you need to focus, Iris, or you will miss the target entirely,” Sorin calls out from the spot where he stands.

I jerk my body away from hers, and we both nearly lose hold of the weapon. She fumbles with it and I snatch it from her so she does not injure herself. I hiss as the blade slices across my palm.

“Oh my god, Kala. Are you okay? I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. It is barely a scratch.” It is the truth.

But my word must not be good enough for Iris, because she tosses the axe to the ground, grabs my arm, and turns it over to study my hand. Blood leaks from it, but it truly is nothing to be concerned over.

“Shit, you’re bleeding. Sorin, get me something to wrap this wound with, please?”

“We are close to the village. I will grab a cloth from there.”

Before I can stop him, he takes off running, while Iris continues to worry over me. I will admit—while unnecessary, it is a nice feeling.

“I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”

“No, it is my own. I should not have been…close to you. It was wrong of me.” No matter how right it felt.

She shakes her head. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I…enjoyed it.”

I study Iris, and she will not meet my gaze. “Will you not look at me?”

Slowly, she lifts her head. With my uninjured hand, I palm the side of her face. Slowly, I lean in close. Her eyes drift shut, and I press my mouth to hers which fits perfectly in between mymouth claws. They are as soft as the rest of her. I am unsure if there is something else I am supposed to do so I do nothing.

There is a light touch against my mouth slit and instinct has me parting it. A small, damp thing slides inside and before I can guess what it is, Iris jerks away with a small pained sound. I stare at her and she licks her lips with a tongue that is now bleeding.

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