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Yowzers, I’d roasted myself a little too close to home there.
As the sharp tip continued its path up the roundness of my ass, he finally responded, albeit very breathy and seeming a little unsure of his own words. “This isn’t about me and what I want. I’m here to do a job.”
Ouch.Being referred to as a job fucking hurt, even if it hadn’t been his intention. But wait, hadn’t I been looking for a reason to prolong their stay here? I could put a wall up with the excuse of how what he’d said had wounded me and I didn’t feel comfortable continuing right now.
That would absolutely cause him to back off. He’d give me my space and apologize profusely, but it was that exact knowledge that held me back from taking that route. I wanted to go into this experience being me for once, and faking issues between us or over dramatizing them was a terrible way to start this off. There had to be other ways to keep them here.
I wouldn’t sacrifice the woman who was waiting for me at the end of this journey just to keep them here a little longer.
“Relax, baby girl,” he soothed as the sharp tip of his fingers left my skin, quickly replaced with the full feeling of his hand rubbing my lower back in circles. The bed dipped as he sat on the edge, and I allowed my body to roll towards him ever so slightly with the shift.
My head was facing away from him, so I couldn’t see his expression, but I felt the concern in his tone as he asked, “Why did you tense up? If you ever feel uncomfortable, you need to tell me.”
It was too obvious what the underlying problem of this was—my mind. I was too caught up in my own thoughts to relax in the way it felt I needed to for this. Rolling over so that I was lying on my side facing him, I peered up and asked, “Why haven’t you used your powers on me?”
If he did that, I wouldn’t be stuck in my mind anymore. I was pretty certain that’s how this was supposed to work, based upon what they had told me earlier.
His lips parted and closed a second later as he brought a large hand up to rub at his eyes. His chest expanded as he took in a deep breath and held it for a second as his eyes closed. At the end of his slow exhale, they opened once more and locked onto my own. “The truth is that I wanted to prove to myself and you that we didn’t need my powers to have this moment between us. That you would feel how real this connection was without it and understand it runs so much deeper than anything I’ve experienced before.”
Holy shit.
Chapter Eight
TINSLEY
My eyes widened in shock and, as I failed to find any words to properly respond to that, he saved me by continuing on, letting his head drop back as he stared at the ceiling. His tail flicked around behind him like an irritated cat’s as he groaned, “Baby girl, you make me question everything. I can’t fucking think straight around you.”
That absolutely made two of us. I hadn’t been able to think straight since the three of them had come into my life like a wrecking ball, smashing through what I’d thought reality existed of.
My heart squeezed with his admission and, tentatively, I lifted a hand to rest against his bicep, shocked at how smooth his skin was in contrast to his hard lower body. The muscle tensed as I lightly stroked his skin and took a leap of faith. “Clearly, this is all new to me, and I’m confused by so much. But one thing has become abundantly clear to me…” I stated, losing my nerve right at the end.
Damnit, why was it so hard to be vulnerable?
He didn’t press me to finish the question, giving me the space to muster the last few words.
Blinking a few times, I let out a shaky breath and tried again, “It’s clear to me that I want to explore whatever this is between myself and the three of you. You were right before, when you guessed I had pulled away because I didn’t want to be left behind when you three are done here. I’m scared to allow myself to truly let you all in if you’re just going to leave.”
Within seconds, I was swept into his embrace and felt a shifting between us as the hardness of the armor-like skin changed. Soft skin matching the upper body I had felt now rested against my leg as he cradled me to the front of his chest, tucking my head under his chin.
“I don’t know what we did to deserve being summoned here to you,” he whispered, awe clear in his tone.
I should have been swept into this emotional moment with him as some of the barriers between us crashed down. But I would have been a liar if I said that was my focus right now. The second I’d felt the transformation of his body, I’d become solely focused on the hard length pressing into my stomach.
Was that…his penis? This fucking monstrous cock that would rip me to shreds?
I drew in a ragged breath before daring to look down. My head jerked back up quickly, but the image of his cock, hard and waiting, nudging me like it was demanding my attention, would forever be burned into my head.
I squeaked out, “There is no way that thing is fitting inside of me, Oz!”
For a moment he didn’t respond—as if he was trying to figure out what I meant—but when his hips shifted, pressing further into me as his hand snaked down to grab my waist and pull me flush against him, it was clear he’d finally caught on.
“Admitting defeat so soon?” he challenged, and I heard the smirk that was undoubtedly pulling one corner of his mouth up. “That isn’t like my baby girl at all.”
I bristled at that challenge, just like he’d known I would. Tossing my head back to look up at him, I spluttered, “I just have a strong sense of self-preservation!”
I mean, seriously. Who would willingly let themselves be ripped in half by that? I’d rather not need stitches to put myself back together, thank you very much.
His head descended towards mine, and suddenly, all I could think about was wanting to feel his lips on mine once more. They were addictive as hell, and it was so easy to lose myself in their touch.
