Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Inna kneels in front of me, a distraction I don’t know if I’m grateful or resentful for. They don’t give me a chance to decide. They shift forward, pressing my legs wide, and run their hands up my outer thighs. My dress is long enough that they’re not touching bare skin, but this is closer than I’ve been to anyone other than . . . Well, the less said about my sole sexual experience, the better.
Shadows flicker over their pale skin and meld together over their hands. Their eyes lean closer to red than orange, but the same desire that’s in Danik’s gaze, in Zhenya’s, is here with Inna. Their hands stop at the tops of my thighs, the slight pressure of their claws through my dress a promise of more to come. “May I?”
There’s only one answer. There’s only ever been one answer. This feels good. We’ve barely done anything, but this still feels so good. There’s no talk of we shouldn’t or what will people think? or any kind of judgment about the destination we’re clearly headed to. It’s free in a way I still can’t fully comprehend.
But as I answer, it’s Rusalka’s gaze I meet. “Yes.”
Her lips curve, whether in approval or amusement, I can’t begin to say. I don’t get a chance to find out, not when Inna dips forward and presses their mouth to my center. The slick silk between their tongue and my heated flesh is barely any barrier at all.
The touch jolts me out of my pleasant inebriation—barely. It lingers at the edges, soothing me into lust-filled relaxation, but the question demands an answer. I stare down at them, my mouth hanging open, my eyes far too wide. “Wh-what?”
They stop instantly and lift their head to look at me. “I’m sorry. You said yes, so I thought . . .” They shake their head. “I’ll stop.”
“No!” I make an effort to compose myself, but how am I supposed to be composed when I know that is an option? Of course I’ve read about oral sex, of course I agreed to it when Rusalka went down her list, but somehow in all the fantasizing, I never realized it would be like this. “Please don’t stop.” With my consent, the sensation of magic settles back over me once more.
“If you’re—”
“She was clear, Inna.” Rusalka examines her claws.
There’s a new tension in her body now. Is she angry? Did I do something wrong? I must have. She arranged this lovely experience for me, and I’m ruining it.
Before I can figure out what I’m supposed to say, Inna dips back down and covers me with their mouth. This time, there’s no hesitation, no doubt. They lick me through the fabric as it becomes wet with my need. Slick. Slippery.
“Relax, sweet girl.” Zhenya moved while I was distracted, shifted to face Danik as ze rocked on his cock. Ze leans toward me and smooths my hair away from my face. It’s a downright sweet gesture, somehow not remotely at odds with the way Inna has parted my folds and is gently rolling their tongue against my clitoris. “Let Inna take care of you.”
How can sex be care?
I can’t find the breath to ask the question. Not with Zhenya’s claws stroking over me. Not with Danik draping one long arm over my shoulders, tucking me against his body even as tension weaves through me, tighter and tighter. He’s . . . anchoring me. Keeping me steady even as I unravel.
Inna urges one of my legs up and over their shoulder, spreading me wider. My dress is a laughable barrier between us, but they make no move to remove it. Instead, they seem to savor this act of giving just as much as I’m savoring the act of receiving.
In the midst of this, my gaze finds Rusalka again.
She doesn’t appear to have moved an inch, but there’s something tense about her, as if she’s about to spring into motion. As if she’s holding herself back.
That won’t do. “I need . . .” I lift my hand to reach for her, to beg her to join, but then Inna’s fangs prick my skin through the fabric on either side of my clit and pleasure explodes inside me.
My back bows, and my head slams back into Danik’s arm. Zhenya catches my arms and murmurs soothing words. She presses kisses along my jaw, and Inna just keeps working me with their tongue even as their teeth seem to sprout delicious flames inside my skin.
It’s too much. I can’t—I don’t—
I think I scream. Maybe I cry out Rusalka’s name. It’s all a blur until blessed darkness takes me.
12
RUSALKA
The moment Belladonna orgasms, I wonder if this is a mistake. Because it should be my mouth urging her to new heights, my claws scraping gently over her skin, my arm holding her steady as she comes apart.