Page 60 of Alliance
Oh no.
The shilpakaar disappeared out into the towering snowbanks moments later, leaving them alone. With each other. With questions.
Questions like, if Fásach asked Roz to take off her clothes, would she say yes because she wanted to? Or because her coding obliged her to and she’d been brainwashed into thinking it was her own choice? He didn’t want to pressure her. Even in his growing haze, he knew better.
It didn’t stop him from imagining what would have happened if he hadn’t stopped her from fucking him back in his shanty on Huajile though. Full hips, snarled tresses, that thick mocha mouth that was pink on the inside of her lips. He wanted her heavy breasts bouncing in his face and she’d been more than willing to—
“Hey, Fás?”
He snarled, nose scrunching up with self-disgust, then looked for something new to rub his forehead on.
Roz stood up and he ignored her, rummaging with increasing haste to find something,anything,to relieve the itch. When she pulled on his bicep, he resisted.
“I’m in a rut,” he blurted with a frantic edge to his voice. His hackles rose, body greedy to brush against her skin. “A rut, as in I really,reallywant to—” His mouth snapped shut with a growl.
“Go on,” she urged sweetly.
“Roz,” he rasped in a plea.
He felt her smile at his back, a jest in her voice just between sweet and sinful. “You want to fuck me into the ground?”
Fásach clutched the cabinet in his claws to keep from doubling over. Every ounce of thought and blood had migrated to his cock at the seductive tone of her voice, and it waspainfulto stand. “Yes,” he gasped.
She retreated with a deep inhale. “I understand, and I won’t push you.”
Fásach turned, following her with his eyes. Whether because her heat had retreated or because he chased the sincerity in her words, he wasn’t sure. Their eyes met, but hers quickly jumped up to his forehead and her mouth fell open.
“Dios mio…Your antlers! They’re so pretty.”
“Thank you.”
“And they’re for me?”
Fásach whined, wondering if he could survive the sweet torture of her touching them. He wanted her to so badly. “We’re alone, and I’m struggling here, Roz.”
Her cheeks turned red, and she took another step back. “Right! Right, sorry.”
Fásach clenched his teeth together so hard that his jaw creaked under the pressure.
“Did I hurt you in the cave?” he asked, giving voice to his worst fear. “Your systems didn’t overload because of me, did they?”
Roz shook her head, worrying her bottom lip with her bright white, square teeth. It helped him stay focused, even when she glanced down at his hips, then away. He swore, putting a hand over his swollen erection, straining the latches of his pants, then smacked the back of his head against the cabinets with force.
“Say it out loud,” he demanded.
“No, you didn’t make me overload.”
“You’re lying,” he panted, closing his eyes, trying to breathe through his mouth to negate her scent.“Fuck—”
“No! I’m not lying. I was nervous. I-I’m not coded to please a yiwren, so I didn’t know what to expect. And the questions!Somany questions. Did it feel good becauseIliked it? Or because I was programmed to like it?” Roz carded her fingers through her curls and shook her head with wide eyes. “It’s so overwhelming. How do I know I’mme?”
“Roz…”
“Asking you to stop wasn’t because I didn’t like it, likeyou,”she insisted, chiming pure. She shrugged in a small way, wringing her fingers together. “Denying my coding just made me feel more in control. Reminded me that Iamme.”
Molten lava raced through Fás’s veins at her first words, followed by a shot of ice. She questioned if it was her coding? He swallowed hard, forcing himself to be soothing and steady. Even if his heart was racing, his voice was low and calm.
“You shouldn’t apologize for taking time to understand yourself, Roz. I’m fine.”
