Page 61 of Alliance
“Obviously, you’re not.”
“Well neither are you.”
They paused, then both laughed under their breath. Fásach bit his lip with a fang that had gotten markedly longer. “Look, pining aside, I’ll take care of it. You don’t need to worry about me. Youdohave to deal with my mood swings though. For which I won’t apologize.”
She bit her lip again, looking like she was going to speak. To offer herself up.
Fás snapped his teeth to stop her.
“Don’t,” he warned.
“I did like it though,” she murmured, ears and cheeks still red.
Fás breathed deep with a devilish spark in his eye, the knot in his throat bobbing as he swallowed her scent down. He had an idea, a way to catch his doe with honey instead of sour denial.
“Do you think about it?”
“About the cave?”
“Or other things. About me.” Her brow creased, and she licked her lip. Fásach tapped his ear with a dark chuckle from deep in his chest. He was on the hunt now. “You can lie if you want, but I’ll know. And if youdothink of me, I’ll like it.”
“Yes,” she admitted. “Of course I do.” Fásach tipped his head back and grinned, showing off his mountain range of massive teeth, gliding his tongue across their peaks in slow triumph.
“Good.”
“Why?”
“Because if you were thinking about Gil, I’d have to kill them.”
Roz laughed, surprised by the joke. Fásach winked, enjoying the chime of her harmony. He rolled his hips, pressing his cock against the seam of his pants, enjoying the pressure.
“You can do anything you want, Roz. You get to choose what parts of your past you keep and what you throw away. Delete the protocols you don’t like. Shred some memories. Make room.”
“For what?”
For me,he didn’t say. “Can I show you something?” Fásach pushed his shoulders off the wall and stepped down one terrace, looking up at Roz in front of his bedroll. “No spoilers, but you’ll need to spread your legs for me.”
Roz’s breath hitched. She nodded a fraction, then swallowed hard.
“I would like that very much.”
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Fásach’s mood had flipped on a dime. He’d been so panicked at first, so worried about what I’d think of him, and now so…
Sosinful.
Dios mio,I could get used to the predatory gleam in his eye.
[Analysis] Fásach was almost unrecognizable. Huge, honed, his tresses long enough now that he needed to brush them behind his ears. They still stood between his antlers like a zebra’s forelock but had begun to bow under the weight and length.
I missed his softer downy from when he was narrow and slim. It would have been so nice for snuggling, right? He was perfect to snuggle, no matter what. Vague sensory memories of hugging someone, tangled up in crisp yellow sheets, whispered through my LMem. A rare moment, in which Rosy had been content, hopeful, and vulnerable. I automatically rubbed my left ring finger, expecting to find a weight there, but there was nothing, of course.
Had she loved someone?
DidIlove someone too?
[Warning]
