Page 2 of Moist!

chapter two

LACHLAN

This is a dangerous game.

That’s probably why I like it.

Why I’m compelled to play with the pretty human is a mystery to me.

It’s not like the ways of my kind are known to hers, not for the last several millennia anyway.

Best case scenario, she loses, and I get to amplify the obvious sexual tension between us.

Worst case, well, it’s not even worth thinking about, is it?

If she even agrees to play.

I really want her to.

Before I’ve fully made the conscious decision to, I’m eating the space between us in long strides until I’m almost close enough to touch her. A mistake I realize as my entire being is desperate to reach out and learn every inch of her dark skin. She looks so soft, it almost makes my mouth water.

My restraint is only further tested when her mouth falls open in surprise, and I bite back my urge to growl in approval. She really is quite enchanting.

“Three riddles.” I prompt, dragging my focus back to the obsidian pools of her eyes. “If you win, I’ll show you a local secret about the Sphinx.” I know I’ve got her when her eyebrows raise. She makes me work for it, though. Clever girl .

“And if I lose?”

If she’s as affected by our newfound proximity as I am, she isn’t showing it, her voice perfectly clear.

It’s a gamble to be as forward as I’d like, but it feels right.

“Then I’ll play Sphinx.” I lower my voice, intending it to hit her right at the apex of her thighs. She doesn’t need to know how weighted that sentence really is.

“Oh-” Her lips part again, this time though desire outweighs surprise. “As in…” The gentle flare of pink on her cheeks is just perfect.

“I’ll get on my knees, push your dress up around your thighs, and eat your pretty pussy until you tell me I’m a good boy.” I watch her carefully. I’m near certain I haven’t misread our attraction, but just in case.

The way her pupils bloom is promising, but the tension has crept back into her shoulders.

“If you want me to, that is,” I add quickly, taking a step back to make sure she has the space she needs to think it through.

I might carve the moment she decides into the heavens. The tension leaves her body, and a seductive energy floods her, nearly sending me to my knees before I’ve even won the right to. Her head cocks, a knowing smile on her face as she leans toward me, her hand outstretched.

“Well then, I’m Hayden. I thought you ought to know my name before-”

I take her hand in mine, pulling her closer to me as I do and stopping her sentence short. She’s as soft as I imagined she would be, and the electricity that passes between us is unmistakable.

“Before I taste you?” I offer when she doesn’t resume her thought.

The way her eyes widen ever so slightly makes the blood in my veins heat. It almost gives me pause. I shouldn’t be reacting so violently to her, no matter how long it’s been since I’ve worked out some tension .

When she nods, I scramble to the safety of the social code, my life preserver in the sea of lust flooding between us.

“Charmed, Hayden. I’m Lachlan, and you’re awfully confident for a woman who just said you’d fail.”

She grins, and it makes my slacks tighten more. If that’s even possible.

“Well, you’re not a Sphinx.” She releases my hand and waves hers dismissively. I strive to keep a straight face as she continues. “And even if you stump me with a riddle, it seems you’ve set up a win-win scenario for me.”

I chuckle softly. Having her thick thighs holding my head in place while I endeavour to bring her more pleasure than she’s ever experienced certainly will be a win for both of us. The knowledge is almost enough to quiet the pang of guilt that reminds me she’s playing a fixed game.

“I like the way you think,” I murmur to her before taking her hand again, just to lead her to the bench tucked in the corner of the exhibit, and not because I’ve felt distinctly unsettled since the warmth of her palm left mine.

As she gets comfortable, her foot tucked under her knee, body angled toward me, I can’t take my eyes off of her.

The way her ample breasts move in the thin material of her dress, the long dark curls that fall around her face and cascade over her shoulders, it seems laughable that she’d travel here to see me.

People should be flocking to her instead, like the wonder she is.

“You’re stalling.” She pulls my attention to those perfect lips of hers as she teases me, her tone only driving the overwhelming urge to leave my mark on them higher.

“I’m admiring.” I correct, giving her a look that I hope conveys my newfound obsession. “Don’t rush me.”

She laughs before tilting her head. “I’m just saying, we don’t have much time until the tour comes back for me.”

I nod, pushing down the feral part of me that prickles at the idea of someone taking her away.

What an odd thought to have .

“Right. Start with an easy one, then. This thing all devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Slays kings, ruins towns-”

“And brings the mighty mountain down? Time is the answer, and I’ll warn you, I’m a fantasy nerd.” She interrupts with a raised eyebrow and my dick strains at her tone. The sentiment is clear: try harder.

Fuck that’s hot.

“Noted. Need to gauge my audience.”

She crosses her arms under her chest, shaking her head in mock disappointment. The move presses her breasts together in a way that makes my mouth water.

“Two to go, pity I can already feel my promised orgasms slipping away.”

Vixen.

“Have a little faith,” I murmur softly, pleased when I see her shift in her seat. I can tell she likes my voice. So I lean into it.

It only takes me a second to decide on my next one.

Riddles aren’t about the composition of the question; it’s about the opponent.

To win a game of thought, you need to guess how your opponent thinks.

I’m eager to let our tension build a little longer, though.

So I opt for one that I think she’ll get.

“You’re in a room. There are no windows, no doors, no exit at all. The only items in the room are a mirror and a table. How do you escape?”

I can see the wheels in her pretty head start turning.

I’m betting she’s heard it before; it’s a classic, but often the question is more memorable than the solution.

She turns her eyes up to the sky as though the grey clouds might hold the answer for her.

The spot between her ear and her collarbone is looking exceptionally tempting like this.

“Word play.” She says slowly, turning her gaze back to me with a half smile. “I look in the mirror to see what I saw. Then I take the saw to cut the table in half. Two halves make a whole, so I climb out of the hole.”

She’s leaning in, and I mirror her gladly. It would only take a few inches to press my lips to hers, maybe she’ll let me kiss her before I sink to my knees.

“Good girl. Last one.” I idly let my hand drift over her thigh, allowing my fingertips to make the briefest of contact. She shocks me to my core when she lets out a breathy little moan in response.

“Fuck,” I inhale through my teeth trying to keep a firm grip on my need for her.

She nods and shivers beside me.

“You better make it good.” The air around us has turned heavy with the promise of more. I don’t even need to have my tongue pressed to her centre to know she’s dripping wet from this exchange.

“It’ll be the best you’ve ever had,” I reply, leaving the implication hanging between us.

No one has ever managed to answer my riddle before. I don’t even know if the legends about what will happen if somebody does are true anymore. I’m not worried about her guessing the answer, so why does it feel like my heart is beating in my throat?

“Promises, promises.” She breathes, prompting me finally to speak.

“Neither parched nor drenched, I quietly dwell.” I start slowly, leaning forward to brush the shell of her ear.

“An alchemy outcome to know you’ve excelled.” Her head falls back, exposing the long line of her neck again as I drop my voice.

“I’m whispered in forests when the clouds rejoice.”

I can’t stop the hammering in my chest. Why does this feel so poignant?

“Yet utter my name, and some cringe at the choice.”

I can’t help myself.

I reach over to her far thigh and give her a gentle tap. I’m beyond pleased when she responds exactly as I hoped she would. She shifts into my arms, and I bring her to my lap, holding her until her knee finds a spot on the other side of my leg, straddling me .

“Who am I?” I finally finish the riddle, willing my hands to stop shaking as I skate them down her sides and over her hips, feeling every dip and swell of her perfect body.

“Someone might see us, and you haven’t won.” She says the words, but I can tell they are perfunctory.

“They won’t, and no, I haven’t, yet, but I couldn’t wait another second for a taste of you.”

I urge her to lean into me and press a kiss to her throat.

“That’s not fair.” She gasps softly and my body responds in kind, acutely aware of the fact that her perfect cunt is now only kept from me by some scraps of fabric.

“Clock is ticking, sweetheart.” I remind her, dragging my lips down to her collarbone.

I have to wonder if indulging in more of her will ruin me indefinitely. She’s rapidly becoming an addiction I don’t think could ever be sated.

It complicates things that I could never keep her.

She certainly wouldn’t let me touch her like this, or at all, if she knew.