Page 86 of Aberrant Monsters
A sob stuck in my throat, pinching and twisting. “It hurts. Lothos…Please.”
“Call Telarion.”
Panic squeezed my chest. “No.” The thought of Telarion seeing me like this made my cheeks burn with shame.
For him to see me undone and needy, for him to see this broken, monstrous side of me, the one that turned me into a mewling, begging thing.
Tears stung my eyes. “Get me someone else.”
“Listen to me, August. You just siphoned my life force, which means whatever is happening to you is progressing in ways we don’t understand. I could withstand your feeding as my life force is replenished when I feed, but a regular supe or human might not. Telarion is aberrant, his life force is infinite, drawn from the world itself. He can feed you with no cost to himself.”
I wanted to ask how he knew that. How he knew about aberrant creatures, but the hunger was too overwhelming, making it impossible to think clearly.
My lower belly cramped and tears stung my eyes.
“Call him, August. Please. You have to call him.”
Oh, God. I nodded.Telarion. I need you.
Long minutes passed in which the world was nothing but hunger and then I felt him arrive.
“August? What did you do?” He flew at Lothos.
“Stop!” I tried to sit up. “I need you…I need—” I doubled over in pain.
“She needs life force,” Lothos said. “And you need to touch her while she siphons. She’ll need an orgasm to fully absorb your life force.”
I peered at Telarion through a curtain of hair, face burning with shame.
“Get out.” Telarion sneered at Lothos.
Lothos shook his head. “I can’t. Barathos is here. If he sees me leave her like this, she’ll be fair game.”
“Then I’ll tear him to shreds.”
Lothos sighed. “We can discuss politics once August is fed.” He turned his back to us. “I won’t watch. Just, please, help her.”
Telarion tore himself away from Lothos with a snarl and crouched beside me. He leaned over me, his sharp, angled face hard with anger, his eyes glittering like gems.
“What do you need, August?”
His tone, the gentleness in it, the concern, made my chest ache. I could sense the amber stuff inside him, around him, tied to him and ready for the taking if only he would just—
“Kiss me.”
I grabbed his nape and crushed my mouth to his, not caring about being forward, not giving a damn about anything but the nectar I could claim, but the contact was like lightning, shooting through me to light up my synapses with a renewed vigor for lust and something deeper. I dug my fingers into his nape and consumed the nectar flowing from his lips.
He remained tense and frozen for a long beat and then his mouth softened against mine and took charge, devouring me with hungry, open-mouth kisses, pumping amber into me with each draw of his mouth on my tongue.
It seeped into my veins, eager to become a part of me and settle inside me, but I needed more. I needed that physical high to cement it, to hold onto it and keep it.
I dropped a hand to my waistband, even as a small part of me hid inside a box and covered her eyes because, oh, God, I could not believe I was about to masturbate in front of Telarion and Lothos, but I needed this.
Telarion gripped my wrist and pushed my hand away, replacing it with his. Thick, long fingers slid between my folds, tearing a moan from my lips that he was quick to swallow. He expertly played my clit, circling it and tapping, eating up the sobs of pleasure that fell from my lips until the orgasm I desperately needed ripped through my body, bringing a massive injection of amber life force with it.
I arched, tearing my mouth from Telarion’s, my cry of release a strangled, guttural thing. The power settled over me like a welcome blanket, filling the honeycomb gaps inside my soul to become a part of me. The orgasm ebbed, leaving me lethargic and exhausted.
The edges of my vision darkened so all I could see was Telarion’s masked face and his burning emerald eyes. I wanted to touch his cheek, to tell him how grateful I was, but my body refused to cooperate.
