Hot breath whispered over the back of her neck as Eidolon nuzzled her there, and she groaned when his tongue traced a path along her collarbone.
“Beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, and then sank his teeth lightly into the sensitive curve between her shoulder and throat. For a moment he held her like that, restraining her with primitive force as he rocked against her. Then she felt the warm stroke of his tongue soothing the spot he’d bitten. “I want to try again to make you come. Will you let me?”
She closed her eyes, unsure if she wanted to experience that kind of frustration again, but her body was screaming for release, was already so close . . . maybe this time she could go over the edge.
“Yes,” she said, and then she couldn’t speak because his thrusts picked up speed until he was pounding into her with enough force to slam her exhalations out of her with audible gasps.
She felt him swell, stiffen, as he dropped one hand to her sex to spread her. His shaft slipped out of her and slid between her spread folds. Moaning at the sudden, sharp, sliding strokes through her cleft, she cupped his sex with her hand, holding him against her as he came. His hot seed creamed over her sensitive tissue in a silken flood.
Behind her, he panted, his chest heaving against her back. His hard length still moved between her thighs, a hot, erotic presence that fueled the desire burning at her core. But like before, she hovered on the precipice that would go nowhere.
“Stop,” she rasped. “Get it off.”
The sound of fabric rustling accompanied some truly vile curses, and then he was wiping her clean, every stroke against her center a torture that kept her on the verge of climax.
“You should bottle that stuff,” she said, when she could speak again. “I’ll bet normal women would pay a fortune for it.”
He tossed the scrub top he’d used on her across the room. “No doubt it’s a black market commodity somewhere.”
She sensed more than saw the tension that filled him. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” he muttered. “But . . . what if those bastards start thinking the same thing?”
She rolled to face him. “You mean, they might take one of your species? And what, keep him chained? Jerk him off a few times a day?”
Scowling, he pushed up on one arm. “You still don’t care, do you?”
“That’s not what I meant.” She covered his hand with hers, was glad when he didn’t pull away.
“Based on how they seem to get off on torture, I doubt gathering semen would be pleasant. Most likely they’d insert a draining tube and take it as it’s produced.”
She shuddered. The thought of their doing something like that to Eidolon . . .
He reached over his head and pulled a blanket off the couch to cover her. “Tayla? Why do you have sex if you don’t enjoy it?”
Talk about a mood-killer. She sat up and pulled the blanket around her. “Why the sudden interest in my sex life?” Or lack thereof.
Eidolon remained stretched out on the floor, but he propped his head up on one fist. “I’m wondering what makes you tick.”
“There’s not much to tell.”
“Then tell me how it began.”
The concern in his voice was enough to remind her that she was messed up in the sex arena, and man, did she hate reminders. “Tell you what, Hellboy. You tell me first.”
“Fair enough.” He cocked one leg up, drawing her eyes to the place between, where his sex, glistening from her juices, lay heavy and semierect on one thigh. “I was twenty when the urges started.”
“Twenty? That seems sort of late.”
“When you live to be seven hundred years old, twenty is a drop in the bedpan,” he drawled. “When the urges start, sex is required to complete the maturation process.”
“How much sex?”
He shrugged. “Pretty much constant for a few days. It can be hard on a lot of us, but my parents bought me an orgesu.” At her blank stare, he elaborated. “A female to have on hand.”
“A sex slave? Your parents got you a sex slave? To have sex in their house?”
“It was the logical thing to do. They couldn’t let me die. And they didn’t want me out prowling and raping as a lot of my kind are driven to do during that phase.” He yawned, as if it were all normal. “Besides, they paid to have her released from slavery afterward.”
She couldn’t even come close to imagining how he’d grown up if he could be so casual about the sex slave thing. “Where did you grow up? Do your parents look human?”
His fingers brushed her cheek in a feather-light caress. “They are humanoid, but their green skin and antlers keeps them in Sheoul. It’s where I grew up, though I slipped away to come topside now and then.” He winked. “I was the rebel of the family.”
Tayla laughed at that. He definitely didn’t strike her as the trouble-making kind. “When did you join us up here in the sunlight?”
“After my first transition.” He rolled one big shoulder. “Now, enough about me. Your turn.”
“You mean, when did I lose my virginity?”
“Yeah.”