Page 22 of Defiance
Everywhere Novak looked, Charlie’schemiadecorated the air in bright magenta spots, blanketing her in a halo that dripped sex. It coated his hands where he held her thighs, keeping her balanced over one shoulder. It made hiscolearatingle where he’d rubbed his muzzle against the blood rushing just beneath the surface of her wrist.
Charlie was so potent. So willing.
May you find me anywhere, anytime.
His abdomen clenched painfully where his cloaca was hidden beneath his plume mail, helices swollen and desperate to spin.
We’re using her as bait,Ferulis had said when he called to check if what Vin had told him wasn’t actual shit.Make her your quarry. Get it done. And don’t call again, Agent Gaul. I trust you to handle it.
If Ferulis thought handling it meant fucking her in the mud, then he deserved top commendations.
“My chair,” she gasped, breasts heaving against his shoulder. “It won’t sink.”
Novak snapped his tail around the chair and expanded it with a flick. It clattered to the river rocks and clay, and he kicked it back upright.
Then he froze, clenching his fangs together so hard that he tasted blood. His vision blurred as blood rushed in his ears,cocks, fangs, and claws. He tightened his grip on Charlie’s legs, eliciting a whimper from somewhere behind his head.
“No struggling,” he managed like his mouth was full of angry razorblades. “My bite—”
“Can’t be worse than getting a fecking linguitor,” Charlie breathed, her solar plexus jammed into his shoulder. “Just don’t nick an artery.”
Novak swayed, all of his senses on overdrive. The truth was he didn’tknowif it was worse. Anonymous hands and lust-fueled gazes were the grand sum of his experience. Advenan men were kept on a tight leash in the Union. Too profitable to deport, but too beastly to trust.
Novak dropped Charlie in her chair and she bounced, squeezing her knees together.
They looked at each other and Novak found that familiar feeling from the bullpens hidden in the shadows of his soul. This could be like that, he decided, unlatching his pants. A numbness washed over him, seeing how Charlie wanted not him, but an erotic novelty. Her trepidation and lust mixed together in her halo, a cocktail he recognized.
His pants fell open and his cloaca bulged, warping his plumes. He pushed the soft opening down, and all three of his helices spilled out, curling in the air like wet tongues.
Charlie’s mouth dropped open. Such an invitation made him rumble in excitement.
“Holy shite.”
Novak grinned, breathing in herchemiauntil her edges glowed like burning parchment. The crackle and burn was almost audible, igniting his plumes. “Turn around, Charlie.”
“I-I only have one…one, ah…”
Novak licked his fangs and tasted the air, a drop of venom landing on Charlie’s knee. He slipped his fingers around his helices and squeezed them together until they spun into a singlespiral. They throbbed in his grip, bumping and clashing against each other in chaotic excitement. He gripped them hard and lubrication oozed along the seams of their spiral.
“Turn around.”
Charlie swallowed hard, her halo of lust thickening. Novak squinted into the haze of herchemia,hallucinating daylight from the strength of the burn. The sky was turquoise and the water bright green. The rocks and ferns were neon pink and yellow, swaying back and forth as he tilted his head. Could his muzzle orgasm? Because hiscolearathrobbed, pumping venom into his fangs until it was too uncomfortable to keep his mouth closed.
A single clear thought echoed in Novak’s mind. He didn’t need to go further. Charlie was his quarry now, burning his senses to char. She overexposed every nerve-ending from the tip of his tail to the tips of his ears. He could tell her it was enough. He could leave.
Charlie turned over, planting her knees on the chair seat, her forearms on the back rest. She looked back at him as her plait of copper silk slid off her shoulders.
Novak curled his tail around her thighs in a figure-eight, cinching them closed, and sliced open the black fabric hiding her cloaca. Beneath was a puckered entrance with a long, vertical slit, plump and glistening like apersicifruit. His knees went weak at the sight, reality crashing into his chest at full force.
He was on the Hunt, quarry trembling beneath him.
May you find me anywhere, anytime.
The agent groaned at the memory of her words, pumping his cock in a slow death grip. He took some of his own lubricant, a thing he never gave himself enough time to accumulate when donating, and spread it over her cloaca, testing her impossibly tight entrance. Perhaps it would ease open if—
Charlie slapped a hand over the pucker, cheeks red with heat.
“Not this one,” she panted, biting her bottom lip swollen.
