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CHAPTER

FIVE

CORVAK

I wake up to a stiff, aching cock.

Good. At least it's in working order. The suppressants must have worked their way out of my system and my body is responding.

One less thing to worry about, at least. I move a hand to touch it, to stroke the discomfort out of my flesh, but when I lift my hand, I realize that it's wrapped up and covered.

I raise it into the air and peer at the bindings. "Why am I covered like this?"

"Oh, you're awake." Aidy gets to her feet, and when I look over, she has the fire at a pleasant height, and a tripod is set over it.

A pouch of something hot and delicious is filling the air in the cave.

She's been hard at work. She kneels next to me and smiles, all relief.

"The more I sat here, the more I wondered if it was safe for your wounds to be exposed.

So I cleaned them again and covered them.

I don't have antibiotics, so I was hoping for the best."

Her scent drifts toward me as she sits at my side.

Her smell has always been pleasant, but today it smells even better.

I can't stop staring at her as she leans over and pulls at the bindings on my hand.

Has her skin always looked this soft? Her fragrance so enticing?

Her lovely neck exposed by her hair pulled back in a tail, calling to me to put my mouth there and taste her skin?

"How do you feel, Corvak?"

How do I feel? I feel fine, but the erection under the heavy blanket is becoming more insistent by the moment.

It throbs and pulses between my thighs, as if responding to her nearness.

Aidy pulls the leather off my hand and runs a finger over one of my now-healed gouges, making an impressed sound in her throat.

That little pleased sound makes my cock jump, and a bit of wetness trickles down my shaft.

"Your hands look so good," she breathes, her voice soft and husky. It feels as if she's touching me with every syllable, and when her hands graze over my skin, my sac tightens dangerously. "It's incredible how fast you healed."

"Perhaps…it is…genetics…something I was bred for…" I manage. There is one lock of hair curling next to her small ear and I can't stop staring at it.

"Your claws—they retract?"

I lift a hand and show her, and love her sharp intake of breath, the way she puts a hand to her throat with sheer fascination.

"Your eyes are blue now," she says, her gaze moving to mine. "That could have something to do with it."

"Could. Agreed." Can't stop imagining how that curl would feel against my skin, or to run my fingers over the shell of her ear, or?—

A low humming catches my attention. The sound is distant at first, and then grows stronger, and it seems to be emanating from her.

Aidy lifts her head, glancing around the cave, and she seems as startled as I am. "What is that sound?"

"I thought it was you," I admit, sitting up. The blanket falls to my waist, hiding my erection, but it bares my chest. As it slides down, Aidy's gaze moves to my pectorals, as if seeing them for the first time.

"Oh my," Aidy breathes. Her hand goes to my chest, and she touches it, her fingers skimming lightly over the hair furred there. "You're humming."

I put my hand over hers, pressing her palm flat against my chest, and I keep watching her face.

Her pink lips are parted, her nostrils flaring as her breathing quickens.

How is she the most erotic thing I have ever seen?

Is this why they sent her with me? To tempt me with what I will have if I am successful in their game?

If so, it is working beautifully. I'm consumed with the urge to claim her, to push her down into the furs and make her mine forever.

She takes my hand and moves it to her chest, between her breasts. "I think I'm humming, too. Can you feel it?"

I nod.

"What does it mean?" Her gaze flicks to my mouth.

"I don't know. The others didn't hum."

"Maybe…maybe something was wrong with theirs."

"Or right with ours," I counter. My hand is still on her chest, her fingers brushing over mine. She's clothed so I can't touch her skin there, but I can feel the swells of her breasts and brush one with my thumb.

Aidy's breath hitches. Her gaze flicks to mine and then she leans forward and puts her mouth on me.

I'm shocked.

I remain still, trying to determine exactly what she is trying to accomplish with her mauling.

Her lips move against mine, over and over, and I do not find it unpleasant.

I do not understand it, but I don't dislike it either.

I wait for her to use her teeth, to truly attack, but she does not.

"Aidy, why are you trying to eat my face? "

"What?" She rears back in surprise at my words. Then, she gives a little shake. "Oh god, that wasn't me just now."

It wasn't? "Who was it?"

"No, I mean…" Her hands flick through the air in a nervous gesture. "I mean that isn't something I normally do!"

I understand. We have been together for days now and this is the first time she has tried to eat my face. No wonder she is confused. "Perhaps you should eat something if you are hungry."

"I'm not hungry! That's not why I—" she sputters, then shakes her head. "You know what? Just never mind. Forget about it."

As if I could forget such a thing. But for her sake, I suppose I shall try. "Then we should go soon. We have been in one place for far too long and we need distance between ourselves and the others."

She gets to her feet. "Fine. Let's just go. I packed while you were unconscious so we could be ready."

Why does she sound upset at me? If anything, I am the one that should be upset.

It was my face she mauled. My face she was planning on eating.

I think I have been very understanding about her strange actions.

As she turns to get the packs she has prepared, I stand up, testing my limbs.

Everything feels fine, even though I was unconscious for a time. No aches, no pains, no chills.

Well, no… there is one very specific ache that is not subsiding.

I look down at my cock, jutting forth from the sad remains of my loincloth.

It is clearly outlined, the thin material tenting over my length.

I put my hands on my hips, willing it to subside.

I'm not going to be able to walk with my cock throbbing and bouncing in the air.

There has to be a way to make it subside.

But what? I have no experience with such things. "I am not certain I can journey right now."

Aidy turns around, and her gaze drops to my cock.

Her eyes widen and she stares down at it, which only makes my body respond even more.

My skin prickles with awareness of her interest, and if anything, the humming in my chest grows louder.

As I watch, the fabric covering my cock grows a damp circle.

"My meds have worn off." I'm not sad about it. It feels too good to have my cock full and heavy, the thick weight of my sac swinging low even as my cock strains outward.

"Oh. You were taking meds. I…see. Do you…need a moment?" Her voice is husky, soft. Gorgeous. Hungry. She keeps staring down at my hips, at the length jutting from my body.

I bite back a groan. "I need you to stop speaking like that."

"Like what?"

"Like that ." My body tightens, and my cock lets out another fierce throb. "And stop looking at me or it will never go down."

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she nods, but she doesn't stop her staring. Her gaze flicks up to me, and there's a haziness in her gaze, her pupils large and dilated through the glowing blue. My arousal is affecting her, and a sweet perfume laces the air. It seems to be coming from her.

"Aidy," I warn, but I secretly want her to keep staring at me. I want her to come closer and get a good look at my cock. I want her to reach out and touch it for me, to see if the throbbing of it will cease once she caresses me. I want…I want… her.

I want her to want me .

Her eyes settle on my chest, and her hand goes to her own breast. "We're still humming."

"I noticed." It's so intense it's making my balls shiver, which isn't helping my arousal any. "We're going to chase off any prey in the area if we try to hunt like this."

"It might be an issue," Aidy says. "How do we stop it?"

I shrug. I'm more concerned about the jutting, throbbing problem between my thighs.

One issue at a time. I want to touch myself, to stroke my cock and try to soothe the ache out of it, but I don't know how Aidy will react.

Humans are skittish, and there's some hind-brain memory in my head that tells me that touching myself in public is not acceptable.

"Right," Aidy continues, unaware of my inner turmoil. "It's not going to matter if you don't get control of your boner. Can you go jump in the snow or something to cool off?"

"I am not overheated." Well, one part of me is, but I doubt there is enough snow to soothe it. "Do you think that will work?"

"How would I know? I don't have a dick!" She gives me a curious stare. "You don't know?"

Furtively, I run my hand down my front and rub to the side of my cock, watching Aidy's reaction.

She watches me but doesn't protest, so I grip my shaft at the base, through the material.

A groan rises in my throat, because squeezing it feels too good.

"No memories. My cock…never worked before…

" I try to control my breathing so I'm not panting, but it's difficult.

I just want to squeeze and rub my shaft, all while she's watching me do so.

That's part of the fantasy—her fascinated gaze upon me.

"My prior iterations…kept on a regimen of suppressants to keep complacent… until battle. Never had a battle…"

"Oh." Her mouth parts and forms a soft O, and my mind fills with the idea of pushing my cock into that small space.

I close my eyes and give it a quick jerk. Can't help it. Can't stop.