Page 112 of Red Ruin

“Nah. Can’t do it.”

I huff a laugh. “At least you’re honest.”

“Not for someone else.” Still gripping his shaft in one hand, Vhex possessively palms my throat. “But if it’syou?You’re part of me.” He holds my gaze with eyes of liquid fire. “I’d give you my wings.”

Sparks skate down my shoulder blades.

“Just keep stroking,” I answer too huskily.

Vhex pumps his hand. Shudders. “It’s dry.”

His dick vibrates with the twitch of his fin. He pinches it down to show off the pulsing tip.

No pre-cum.

Vhex doesn’t give me a chance to figure out how I feel. His knuckles stroke my cheek, then he opens his palm beneath my chin. “Spit?”

My mouth floods.

He asks softly, waiting and holding my eyes as he keeps up the steady dry-rub of his angry cock.

I would’ve blown him on the spot if he asked this nicely from the start.

I spit into his hand.

Vhex’s grin is fuckingunspeakable.

He doesn’t move.

He waits, proudly holding it out.

“More?” I spit again, this time working from the back of my throat. A messy thread breaks off on my chin.

Quickly swapping hands, Vhex catches the stray drop. He sucks it off his knuckle as he finally slicks down his shaft. “Fuck.Iris.”

I clench the crinkly blankets.

I’m not used to hearing my name. I’ve never heard it moaned likethat—smoky, rough, and so needy that the pit of my stomach cartwheels.

“This should be you.” Vhex’s slow-pump makes an obscenesquelch. His fin flutters, teasing his clenched fist at the bottom of every long stroke.

I feel his palm and cock like they’re part of my own body.

Holy stars.

I smother a moan.

His every little motion rubs my bound thighs together. The muffled friction is torture on my inaccessible clit.

“I want to feel you,” Vhex murmurs. His silks curl at my skin and tangle in my hair, desperate to worm deeper into my soul. “Want you to feel what I feel.”

“I can feel enough.” The shake of his hips. The heat of his skin.

“Take me deeper. Take everything.” Vhex closes his eyes as he works his cock.

I choke on the complexity of his lust. It’s too tangled, too heated to understand at a glance, but it’s so heavy, it’s like he’s asking me to take responsibility for him.

I used to want that.