Page 22 of Welcome Home
He smirks. “Perhaps you’re the alien.”
Wrong, damn.
I go to open my mouth to ask another question before he beats me to it. “You were more turned on than you’d ever been that night… when you slipped your bloody fingers into your needy little cunt.”
I wait for the slam of guilt, denial ripe and ready for spewing on my tongue, but I slip my robe down my shoulders instead. “You’re a doppelgänger.”
He shakes his head, his eyes lingering on my lips. “You wantme. Not him…me.”
“I don’t know anything about you.” I whisper.
“You’re losing the game, Cora.”
“You aren’t playing fair.” I pout, slipping my wedding band off my finger. It feels good to be rid of it.
His groan makes my weeping sex flutter. “You shouldn’t subscribe human morals to beings that aren’t human.”
“You-“ I stop myself short, staring at him with new eyes… all the hours I’ve spent grilling him about what he is, all my questions… Most everything else he’s been far too upfront about; this is the only thing that he’s held back from me. He’s been embarrassed almost, frustrated if not downright dodgy at times. Thank the alcohol gods for making it make sense. “You don’t know what you are.”
His jaw tightens as he hooks his thumbs in his pants, dragging them down until his straining cock pops free.
“No underwear?”
“It’s weird to wear someone else’s underwear.”
I gawk, the sexiness and fear my last correct guess instilled in me, lost for a moment. “You’re wearing his skin!”
“A version of it I grew myself.”
“Holy fuck, this is bizarre.”
“Imagine doing it.”
I shake my head, taking another drink. “Rather not. Do- do you have any idea of what you are?”
His eyes leave me for the first time since we started this game as he shrugs. “I’m something terribly unnatural. The specifics rarely bothered me before. I do find myself amiss, not to have the answers that might comfort you.”
“There-“
He tisks slamming his smirk back into place. “My turn.”
“I didn’t make a statement! You’re cheating!”
“You with your pesky human morals.” My skin seems to light, as if the heat of the sun is bearing down on me, but it’s not. It’s the middle of the night, and the only source of flame is him.
“You don’t know why he married you…”
I frown, hooking my thumbs in my silk sleep shorts. The lace trim is itchy as it drags down my freshly shaved legs. His eyes seek out my core, inhaling deeply on a groan. The large wet spot on my underwear only adds to the growing flush on my skin.
“You are the only one of your kind.”
It takes him an elephantine amount of will to pull his attention from my sex. All the same… he removes nothing. A chill bleeds the heat for all too short of a moment out. There are more of the…thingslike him. My feet move without my permission, taking an involuntary step back. One that sets me off balance, making me fall back into the chair. My breath leaves me all at once when he appears in front of me, moving too fast for my drunken brain to track him.
A squeak leaves my throat as his strong hands grip the arms of the chair, caging me in. His cock standing erect inches from my skin. His deep, musky smell soaking me through. “You want to run.”
I remove nothing.
He’s breaking the rules, he was supposed to stay over there. He gave me his word. I can’t seem to voice any of that. “You’ve-“I stop myself, rephrasing,“You aren’t supposed to come back… to the families after you take a skin.”
