Page 49 of Defiance
His lungs pumped with shock,colearaswollen. A bulge pressed against the latches of his pants and he clawed at his own trousers, tearing them apart instead of maiming the wall and leaving evidence. His claws scratched against the scales of his thighs like knives on dubloons.
“I can’t bite you. Pioden will know.”
“We have thesakharel.”
“Chemiais a signature, remember? Not a simple scent. Thesakharelfools venandi and yiwreni noses, but not acoleara.”He snarled again. “Fuck! I didn’t expect an advenan… Guei has never had one in her security detail before.”
I trailed my fingers over his waistband. “So keep your mouth to yourself and let me use mine instead.”
His ear twitched in disbelief, but his tail was already committed, the cheeky whip. It slithered up my bare leg inside my dhoti. I hooked one finger in his waistband and pulled. He groaned like a racehorse, deep bass breaths stuttering out of his lungs.
“You’re going to bite me?” he breathed with confusion. I grinned.
“No, love.” I pulled the cushion off the window bench and knelt on it on the floor. Even if I wanted to bruise my knees on the stones, I needed the extra height for his long figure. “Not unless you want me to.”
I unlatched his pants and he jolted as they fell partway off his hips.
“Srac…” He grimaced, saying my name like a prayer. “Charlie.”
His helices spilled out of his cloaca immediately, already so swollen that precum glistened on their tongue-like tips. I gathered them up between my palms and he groaned, pushing his shoulders back into the wall.
I looked up at him for guidance. “How do I—?”
“Like this.” He gripped my hands in one of his at the base of his three-part cock and squeezedhard.They obeyed under pressure, the throbbing muscles spiraling together into a single organ that gripped itself and maintained its shape. Novak panted, his claws flexing on air. “It’s called spinning.”
“So you’ve spun for me, then?”
Novak’s scales flew up like hackles and the orange beneath practically glowed in the low light. I gazed up at him from where I knelt on the floor as he licked his teeth again, swallowing down venom.
“We only say it like that when it’s an obsession. When we can’t stop thinking about what we can’t have.”
“You mean when you fancy someone.” He didn’t reply, but I felt how right I was by the way his tail squeezed the crux of my elbow like a possessive hand. I worked the inside of my mouth, drawing saliva onto my tongue, wetting my lips.
“Yes!” he panted desperately. “I’ve been spun for you since before the river. When you were only a scent. You haunted my dreams, Charlie.”
His gnarled confession made my pussy clench. I kicked off my slippers and balanced my weight with one hand on his thigh. The muscles jumped under my palm as Novak stared down at me with wide eyes.
“I like that you think about me,” I confessed.
Novak snarled. “I don’t think about you,” he snapped. “I’m possessed by you.”
“Even better.”
I whispered my lips down the side of his shaft and squeezed, pressing kisses into the long spirals of muscle. Novak’s eyes rolled back and his nostrils flared.
“Fuck,” he snapped, his claw digging into the top of my hair on instinct. I moaned unbidden and his four fingers twitched, loosening and flexing as if he were fighting himself.
“I like that. Do it again,” I breathed against him. He hesitated, but the full weight of his palm pressed gently into the back of my head.
His cock jumped as I slid my tongue in a sloppy arch across the top to wet his length. I kissed his tip, collecting the precum from all three of its helices’ slits on my lips, then slid him into my mouth with hollow cheeks. I worked myself halfway, undulated my tongue and pulled off with a pop, making my mouth wet again.
When I sucked him back in, I looked up at him. Our eyes remained attached as I bobbed my head and stretched my throat. I’d always been quite vanilla, but the way he looked at me, begging with his whole body… It knocked something loose and made me feel powerful.
When his twisted head hit the back of my throat, I focused on staying wet and relaxed. Saliva slid into the seams between his helices and coated my chin. I closed my eyes, luxuriating in the swing of my breasts and the way my pussy rubbed against my heels, the wet sounds of suction.
His tail, still wrapped around my elbow, slithered around my ribs too. He bound my arm to my side as he tied me up with it so that I had to balance with one hand pressed into his thigh for support.
When his hand cupped my jaw with a snarl, my eyes popped open again. He pulled out of my mouth, one hand smearing saliva under my chin, the other sliding into my plait of hair, and stared. His entire body quivered with tension.
