Page 24 of Fritillaria (Fortune Records Omegaverse #5)

Chapter 24

I vy

I wouldn’t normally be this honest with, well, anyone .

Aspis has been silently watching my conversation with Matilda. Her hand is on my thigh but he isn’t touching me. I wish he would say something. Do something.

“I’m sorry,” he clears his throat. “I was too pushy. I should have eased you into this so much more gently. I—”

“It’s not you,” I cut him off. “I was just being stubborn. It happens, what can I say?”

Aspis chuckles, moving around Matilda and closer to me, shifting between my legs again. His kiss this time is so much sweeter. My heart is full as he pours so much emotion into it.

My knees buckle, and I am so grateful that I am sitting on this counter.

I keep a hand on Matilda so that she doesn’t feel left out. Pleasure is pooling in my core again as Aspis continues to kiss me like his life depends on it. I can’t help but grind my pussy against him. I need to feel some friction or I will go crazy.

Except it’s much easier this time, he’s not smooth like before. No, he’s at a different height to our last kiss. It doesn’t feel like a dick?

I break our kiss, looking down between us. A lump has formed on his lower abdomen, a large bump that is expanding. It’s not like anything I’ve ever seen before.

I glance at Matilda, but she doesn’t seem to have noticed. Or maybe she just doesn’t care?

What even is the whole dick situation with a half snake?!

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” My breath is coming quicker now.

“Speak to me.” Aspis says, a layer of command in his voice that is too difficult to resist. “Explain what’s wrong?”

“This!” I gesture to his crotch. “I don’t know what I’m doing! You both have different anatomies… maybe I’m not cut out for this… I don’t know how anything works .”

“Hey, it’s OK.” Matilda’s soft tones undercut the situation, pulling at my heartstrings. Aspis holds me tight, as if I might run away. “I only knew in theory what to expect from Aspis. But it was so different in person anyway that I was basically a newbie too.”

That earns a chuckle from Aspis.

“There are no expectations of you, princess.” He says, his thumb stroking my cheek soothingly.

“Exactly.” Matilda continues. “I mean, I think my parts are all pretty similar to a Human’s. And I can for sure give you a tour of Aspis.”

She winks at me and earns a giggle. OK, maybe I did freak out a little bit.

“How about we just take tonight slow? There’s no rush, it’s the weekend, no one expects us anywhere for a few days and even then we are allowed to take time off for this.”

Oh, I didn’t know that they had time off allocated for mating. I guess that makes sense. My breathing has calmed and I prepare myself to look at Aspis again. But the bump has gone down.

I officially killed the mood, it seems. But that’s OK, I wouldn’t mind easing into all this more slowly. Aspis is right, we don’t need to rush things.

“Umm… I don’t really have people over, like, ever. So I’m not a very prepared host.” I admit.

“Why don’t you two go sit in the living room and chill?” Aspis kisses us both on the forehead, and it’s really nice to feel doted on. “Let me look after the rest.”

Aspis takes a look around my kitchen as I ease off the counter, following Matilda. I can’t resist a glance back at him though. His fully tattooed forearms on display in that t-shirt, his muscles flexing as he opens and shuts the cabinets.

Fuck, he is hot.

Matilda too. The dress she wears cuts her figure perfectly, showing off her tiny waist as she walks ahead of me.

We get comfy on the couch, Matilda turned to the side with her hooves up, facing me head on. I put my elbow up on the cushion behind me, resting my head on my hand.

“I’m stuffed from dinner anyway.” Matilda admits, a shy blush forming on her cheeks.

I can’t believe I just made out with my friend, and that it was as amazing as it was.

“I’m not,” I laugh. Matilda is much smaller than me, not just in height but in frame too. She apparently doesn’t eat as much as I do. I would maybe feel bad if Aspis wasn’t as large as he is. I’m sure he eats far more than either of us.

It doesn’t take long for Aspis to follow us in, three wine glasses in one hand and a bottle in the other.

“All good if I open this?” He holds up the bottle so I can see which one it is.

“Honestly, I didn’t even know I had that, so sure.”

“It’s nice.” He says, pulling a corkscrew out of his pocket. The muscles in his arms flex as he twists it into the bottle.

“You make that look really hot.” Matilda says from beside me.

“I was just thinking that too.” I admit. She brushes my hair behind my shoulders with her fingers and it sends a shiver down my spine.

Aspis pours us each a glass of the ruby liquid and sets them in front of us on the coffee table. He abandons the bottle there, picking his own glass up, but he doesn’t move to sit next to us.

Instead, he heads over to my grand piano.

“This is beautiful.” He comments, taking a sip of his wine as he loops his tail around the bench and sits. He sets his glass on the floor and opens the fall board, running his fingers over the keys.

Even though he has intentionally sat there, I am still surprised when Aspis starts to play. It’s a relaxing, more classical piece of music. He plays so well, all I can do is relax into the cushions and listen.

Matilda whispers little nonsense things to me, commenting on the dinner party and the interactions she had. The effect is lovely. My eyes drift shut, and I feel settled for the first time in weeks. Being with Aspis and Matilda, chilling in my living room without anywhere to be or anything to do, it heals something in me.

“Are you asleep?” Matilda whispers.

I open my eyes, a dopey grin on my face as I take her in. She’s leaning over me, her golden eyes gleaming in the dim lighting.

She climbs onto my lap, her legs settling on either side as she rests her head against my chest. Aspis starts to play another pretty song in the background and I release a contented sigh.

Luckily, Matilda’s horns grow away from her face and not straight upwards, so I’m not at risk of being stabbed. I stroke her back and run my fingers through her hair as we relax and listen. It truly is perfect.

My attention is drawn to her ears. I wonder if she would mind if I touched them? They’re a tawny brown, long and down turned. I tentatively brush my fingers along the fur and am rewarded with a deep groan of satisfaction. They’re so soft, I can help but continue to stroke them, and Matilda wriggles against me in pleasure.

She raises her head, her eyelids heavy as she glances at my lips. She kisses me with hunger, and I realize that I was giving her a different type of pleasure than I thought.

The music around us turns sensual as Matilda strokes her tongue against mine, eagerly deepening our kiss. I grip her hips, pressing her tightly against me. She moans as she benefits from the added friction.