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"Are you saying Ismell?" I point over his shoulder. "Get out of these blankets right now. I changed my damn mind."

"No," he says, ignoring my orders. Instead, he leans in and his nose is right in my face. "I am saying there is a strange smell. I don't know what it is. But I do know it's coming from you." He inhales deeply, and I could swear he practically groans. "Definitely your scent."

My arousal—and irritation—both die down. Now I'm worried. "What kind of smell? Like a rotting smell?" What if the parasite did something to me? Or killed something in me? "Does frostbite have a smell?"

"This is a good smell. A sweet one."

"Rotten meat has a sweet smell," I point out.

"This is not rotten. It is mouthwatering."

The way he says the last word makes my toes curl.Mouthwatering?

Corvak growls and slides under the blankets between us. "It's strongest right here."

And the man cups my pussy through my leathers.

I squeal in surprise at his hand between my legs. "What the fuck?!"

He palpates my pussy, squeezing it as if it's fruit to be juiced. "Why do you smell so incredible right here? What is this scent coming from?"

I'm torn between wanting to squirm away and wanting him to do it again. He's making my hormones go crazy. "Like I know? Is it what I'm wearing?" Surely he's not smelling my arousal, is he? I'm wearing layers upon layers. "Exactly how keen is your sense of smell?"

"Extremely." Corvak tugs at my clothing. "I'm going to unwrap you so I can find the scent."

"Are…are we sure that's wise?" I sound breathless even to my own ears. This is a bad idea. This is a very bad idea. And yet I'm not doing anything to stop him. If anything, I want to see what he does next.

Corvak pulls the first layer of my furs away, and one of the much-beleaguered leather strips gives way with a snap, releasing the rest of my makeshift clothing into a pile of furs. "It's all right, Aidy. I just need to make sure that you're well."

"Oh, I'm well." I'm purring and horny and confused, but I'm well.

He rips aside the last of my leathers and then I feel hot breath on my thighs. His low groan is muffled under the blankets. "Aidy, whatisthis? Why do you smell so good right here?"

Shit, he is smelling my arousal. "No need to panic thanks for being a concerned friend all good here," I babble. I press my hand to his forehead, trying to maneuver him away from the apex of my thighs. "Let's drop it?—"

He grips my hips and tugs me under the furs. "So you know what this is?"

There's no way I'm getting out of this with my pride intact. Face hot and flushed, I squeak as his thumb presses against my plump mound, heading for my cleft. "If you must know, it's natural. It's my pussy…getting wet."

"Getting wet? Like my cock when I rubbed the liquid out of it?" He growls again and sure enough, his thumb skates over theseam of my pussy, his breath hissing. "So wet here. Mine didn't smell like this."

I wheeze, my thighs squeezing together. He pushes them apart, his thumb grazing up my cleft again, and the most ridiculous sound escapes my throat. I gasp for breath, then answer. "It's like…my body lubricates…when I get aroused…in the hopes of a big cock—er, a mating partner. That's what…you're smelling."

"And you've been lubricating all day?" His voice grows husky. "Why not take care of yourself? Like I did?"

I lick my lips and ponder my answer. It's hard to think with his fingers twitching against my skin. "I don't know. Seemed weird. Things like that are private where I come from. You don't just touch yourself in front of a stranger."

"But I am not a stranger," Corvak replies, and his finger strokes through my folds, not quite teasing my clit. I quiver as he explores lower, finding the entrance to my body and testing it with a fingertip. "I am yours, just like you are mine. And you helped me."

"Yeah, but…" How do I explain that the way I'm feeling, I don't know if it would be a normal sort of release? That it wouldn't be a one-and-done? I feel too amped up, too wild. Bucking my hips against his hand, I whimper. "And you're good now? After touching yourself once this morning?"

His big finger presses against the entrance to my core again, and I rock my body, trying to get more from him. "I did not say that. I am very aroused right now, Aidy. My cock aches. It throbs. And I want to pull it out again and spray you."

Oh god. I want that, too. "Show me."

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