Page 31 of How To Save Your Human Invader (Coveted Bonds #2)

Chapter thirty-one

~Kitari~

T he air grew thicker as he stared at me. Each breath brought his scent deep inside me, until it fused with every cell in my body. A deep, heady aroma of need and lust. I shook my head and closed my eyes, trying to clear the urge that made my skin itch. I should not have said that. He would have no doubt heard the deep, obsessive growl to my words, and saying it aloud only solidified it, made it undeniably real. I needed to control myself.

“I want you too,” he breathed.

My eyes snapped open as the heat in his declaration pushed me over the edge. I had thought, had hoped, that was the case, and hearing him say it broke my final thread of self-control. I had one single flash of contrition, knowing what I was about to do, and then it evaporated entirely.

“I know.” I was already moving when the words came out as a growl from deep within my chest.

He moved towards me, two planets driven by gravity doomed to collide.

My mouth was on his neck in an instant, tasting the tang of his skin and sweat, feeling the spikes of hair that grew down his jaw, inhaling that heady scent that poured off him. Arousal. Lust. I moved purely on instinct, finding his pulse point, licking along it.

He gasped, his throat bobbing against my lips. And then he tilted his head back, offering his throat to me.

My hands roamed his body. I wanted to feel all of him, every line, every dip, every angle of his body. His clothing was obstructing me, though. I gave it a tug upwards and he fumbled with it, peeling it over his head desperately. He struggled to get it off all the way, his arms becoming tangled in the sleeves. A wide swathe of his chest was revealed, the skin a delicious tanned color, like the flesh of a symour nut, dusted with hairs a deeper shade of yellow. He gave up trying to extract his arms from his top and just left it rucked up around his shoulders.

Thankfully, my own clothing was not as restrictive. He pulled the loose material away easily, and then his mouth was on my chest, along my shoulders and neck. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced before—urgent and vital.

We fumbled in the small space. Something hard dug into my back, probably a root. I banged my head against a stone in the top of the hollow. His foot got caught on another mass of roots and I had to drag myself off of him long enough to detangle it. All the while he carried on lavishing me with his mouth until I finally wrenched the roots free and fell back onto him like a starved predator.

Every touch was divine on my burning skin. It was as if I had eaten nothing but dirt my entire life, and now I was presented with a feast of delights. And I was torn between sampling everything and gorging myself on the the first thing I tasted.

What did his genitals look like? Despite copious pressing, Arcay refused to divulge any details on the human genitalia. I slid my hand down between his legs until I nudged the hard swell of something solid and hot. My mouth watered.

“May I…?” I asked.

He nodded and gasped, “Fuck yes.”

I cupped him, feeling through his clothes. It felt similar to my own, although with a slightly odd shape; I could not feel any ridges or swellings.

As I explored it, the look of blissful concentration on his face increased until he closed his eyes, his teeth clamped to his lip. His hair fell forward over his furrowed brow, sticking to the sweat on his forehead, and he grunted magnificently with each movement of my hand.

Instinct pulled me in again and I worked my mouth over his throat, finding the exact location that called to me. Once I found the spot, I worked it between my teeth until he made a noise. If I bit down any harder, I would leave my mark on him, staking my claim over him to anyone who saw it. Everything in me, every rush of my blood, craved it. My jaw ached to bite down. I held back though, allowing my teeth only a taste more. But as my teeth sank deeper, he leaned into it, a low noise escaping his lips, and my resolve crumbled again.

“Do you like this, Bryce?” I said against his skin, sliding my lips on his flesh. His name tasted so good on my tongue that I said it again, low and raspy. “Bryce.”

He nodded. His mouth fell open and he groaned, but he didn’t speak.

“Tell me,” I said.

“Yes. Oh my god, yes. Keep going, please.” The way he spoke, breathless, panting, with an edge of desperation that felt almost as good as his touch.

“Like this?” I grasped between his legs harder and bit down again, still not breaking the skin.

“Uh. Yes. Yes .”

“I want to mark you,” I rasped.

“Do it. Please.”

Finally, I bit down. The warm, coppery tang of blood flashed against my tongue as I marked him for myself.

Mine.