Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Cass noticed my gesture and his eyes widened even more, looking positively frightened now.
“Don’t look at me like that, I won’t bite you,” I said irritably. Which instantly brought up a mental image of him baring his throat for my fangs. Males of the Savage Clan who have fangs have an urge to bite our lovers and inject pleasure venom—though we usually only do that if we’re Binding a woman to us and knotting her at the same time.
I had never bitten a single female that I’d slept with—I’d never had the urge to. But now I had all kinds of urges and they were all centered on my new navigator. My cock went rock hard at the thought of sinking my fangs into his throat and making him come as I injected my pleasure venom into his system.
“I’m sorry,” he said hesitantly. “I just thought…I mean, after what happened—”
“Nothing happened,” I cut him off. I rose from the bed abruptly and grabbed my towel. “Excuse me—I need to shower.”
I brushed past him and shut the bathroom door behind me, though what I really wanted to do was take him in my arms and kiss him again…and then do a whole lot fucking more.
Goddess of the Four Faces, what was I going to do?
29
TURK
When I came out—after a lengthy shower—Cass was curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed. I frowned down at him—was he shivering? Yes, he definitely was. He had his knees drawn up almost to his chin and his arms wrapped around himself but I could see he was shaking.
He had his eyes shut tightly—clearly he was trying to pretend he was asleep. But I wasn’t buying it—and I wasn’t going to let him freeze to death on the floor.
“Get up, boy,” I said, nudging him with my foot. “Come on—time to get in bed.”
His eyes popped open and he looked up at me.
“I don’t…don’t know if it’s a g-good id-dea for us t-to sleep t-t-together,” he said.
“Gods, listen to you—your teeth are chattering!” I frowned down at him. “Come on—get in bed. I promise I won’t touch you.”
I felt much calmer now—mainly because I’d jerked off in the shower several times before coming to bed. On one hand, it made me feel like a horny teenager to have to take care of myself like that. But on the other, the release of my seed and need had brought clarity with it.
I was in control of myself now—I wasn’t going to do anything we might both regret. Cass was a Crewmember—it would be unethical to have a relationship with him. I was going to keep my distance, even if I had to disappear into the bathroom to jerk off seven times a day.
But Cass didn’t know any of that. He was still looking at me with distrust in his big, amber eyes.
“Come on—I can’t let you freeze.”
Leaning down, I slid my arms under his slight frame and lifted him easily.
“Oh!” His eyes went wide as I put him on the bed and then climbed in beside him. “Captain, I don’t think—”
“Look, I’m just attracted to you because you have Catamite blood—you must have,” I said, as I drew the coverlet over both of us. “I’m normally not a lover of men, as I said. And now that I know what’s causing the attraction, I can ignore it. And you can too. I’m sorry that I kissed you earlier,” I added, trying to make him feel more at ease. “It was…an unfortunate mistake.”
“An unfortunate mistake,” he echoed and I noticed that his teeth were no longer chattering. Good.
“Exactly—one that won’t be repeated,” I said firmly. “For now, let’s just try to get some sleep. Good night, Cass.” And I turned my back to him.
“Er…good night, Captain.” His voice sounded high and uncertain but I felt him settle cautiously beside me with his back to mine. Good—things were getting back to normal.
This is not a big deal, I told myself firmly. We can get over this—get past it. I’ll never touch him again.
But even as I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, I was tormented by fantasies of turning to take Cass in my arms and kissing him again.
And then doing much…much more.
30
JESSINA
Itried to get comfortable beside Turk…but my body was wound too tightly and I still ached with need. I had tried once again in the shower to get myself off…and failed once more. For some reason when I reached between my legs to rub myself, it only made my desire worse and worse and I couldn’t get over the edge of orgasm.
This had never been a problem for me before. I might be a sheltered Mafia Princess, but I’d heard the maids talking and giggling together which had stirred my curiosity at an early age. I’d been finding my own pleasure by rubbing the little button all the maids called a “clit” for years now. So why was I suddenly incapable of reaching the peak on my own?