Dusk Avenger (Flirting with Monsters #3) - Eva Chase Page 0,68
careful from now on.”
I couldn’t resist dipping one of my fingers into that hot slickness within her. The way she bit her lip made me want to kiss her all over again, but I wasn’t sure what she’d meant. “Careful how?”
“Well—what we found out about me. That from the sounds of things, my parents discovered some way that my mother could have a kid even though she was a shadowkind. It sounds like it must have been pretty difficult to manage, but—we don’t know whether I could get pregnant. So probably better not to risk it.”
Right. This act of merging bodies was how humans created life. Could what we did here, what we’d already done mingling so closely and passionately, bring about a being that was somehow both her and me?
The idea sent a quivering thrill through me. She was my beloved, in every sense of the word I understood. She’d told me she loved me even when faced with my most monstrous form, even after I’d admitted how harsh and selfish the hunger inside me could be. And I didn’t know what else this other hunger—tender and selfless instead, wanting to possess her but only as much as the act would please her too—could be.
Love barely seemed a big enough word to encompass the feeling that lit me up with a warm glow whenever I looked at her.
I kissed her temple and eased my lips down until I could nibble her tender earlobe. “Would having a child be so awful, Peach?”
Sorsha laughed and tugged my mouth to hers so she could kiss me back. “Maybe not, someday way down the line,” she said. “You have no concept of what babies are like, do you? They take a lot of work, and they need a lot of attention and security. Not really a good fit for our current lifestyle.”
“Hmm. But perhaps later. When there’s no more Company of Light to worry about?”
“We’ll see. I never really saw myself starting a family, at least not… not recently. But it’s starting to feel a little more possible. I mean, assuming we all survive this war we’ve ended up in.”
“We will,” I said, wishing I felt as certain about that as I did about my adoration of the woman beside me. I worked another finger inside her, testing the sensitive inner flesh for the spot that sent the greatest flush of bliss over her skin. “How do we be ‘careful’ in the meantime?”
Sorsha arched into my touch. When she managed to speak, her voice was thick with desire. “For now, we’d better stick to hands or mouths. Which you’re doing a very good job of, by the way. And I’ll have to pick up some condoms—we put those over you”—she stroked her hand across my erection, drawing it even stiffer with a surge of delight—“and then no worries about babies.”
I could follow those rules—and perhaps adapt them to my purposes to even more enjoyable effect. I pulled myself down her body, still stroking her between her legs. “How about hands and mouths, then?”
“I’m sure as hell not going to argue—”
I flicked my tongue over that other responsive nub just above her slit, and her agreement cut off with a gasp. I transformed the gasp into a moan by adding the pressure of my lips.
Her taste filled my mouth, even more fiery down here. The most delicious thing I’d ever tasted.
Something clanged from the kitchen area down the hall. Ruse’s voice filtered through the wall. “I come bearing breakfast! Who’s ready to eat?”
I was too busy savoring this delicacy to be tempted by whatever he was offering. But Sorsha would need to fill her stomach simply to keep her strength up. I wouldn’t keep her from her sustenance very long, then.
I suckled harder, pumping my fingers in and out of her while adding a third. Sorsha let out a guttural sound. Her body clenched around me and then sagged with a shudder of release. More wetness seeped over my fingers as I withdrew them. I licked it off and smiled. “All the breakfast I need.”
Sorsha laughed again and tugged me down next to her. Her hand trailed over my chest to my still-rigid cock. When she wrapped her fingers around it, a groan tumbled from my lips. I would so much have liked to delve that wondrous part of my physical body right inside her. Perhaps Ruse had some of these ‘condoms’ around, given that sexual intimacies were his specialty?