Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“Come on,” he said. “It’s getting late. I think maybe we should continue this lesson later.”
“Oh…all right.” I nodded and accepted his hand, which he offered to help me up. My body was still on fire and my lips felt almost bruised from the intense kiss but somehow I managed to keep my face calm as I followed him out of the Ready Room and into his quarters.
I told myself that I had to be careful—the kiss had been going way too far—I needed to keep my distance.
I just had no idea how difficult that would be.
28
TURK
“Do you want the first shower?” I asked as we entered the bedroom together.
“Um, sure. Thanks.” The boy ducked his head quickly. His cheeks were still flushed and he seemed tongue-tied.
To be honest, I didn’t know what to say myself. I’d never had a kiss like the one we had just shared. It wasn’t that I hadn’t kissed anyone before—I had, plenty of times. But none of those other kisses from the various women I’d dated felt anything like the kiss I’d shared with my new navigator.
When I’d been kissing him, I’d felt a passion and intensity I’d never experienced before—as well as a driving need to possess him completely. I had never wanted to own the person I was kissing before this, but now I felt desperate to make Cass mine. In fact, it had taken every bit of willpower I had to let him go. Why was that?
I didn’t know.
I wasn’t sure how to talk to him now—what to say. I was relieved when he took his towel and disappeared into the bathroom. I felt like I couldn’t think clearly while he was still in the room with me—I wanted him too badly and it fogged my fucking brain.
After he left, I sank down on the side of the bed and ran a hand over my horns.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I muttered aloud. “I don’t love males—I don’t even like them!”
I had often heard people describe sexuality as a sliding scale with some being more inclined to their own sex than others. Well, if that was true, I was all the way on the far end of the scale. I’d never had a single urge to kiss or touch another male before now—I was all about women.
I fucking love the female form—I love the curves and the soft skin and the silky hair and big eyes…everything female turns me on. Nothing male does.
Until now.
Was it because Cass had blood from Cata Prime in him? He’d said that he wasn’t sure if he did, but it might explain why I found him so attractive. I’d heard that Catamites exuded a kind of sexual spell that anyone—male or female, gay or straight—could fall under.
But if that was true, I didn’t think that the boy was trying to trap me intentionally. He still seemed so shy—so vulnerable. And he hadn’t come on to me—I had come on to him. He had offered to let me taste his lips, but I could have said no. Instead, I had initiated the kiss between us. And though he kissed me back at first, then he had tried to push me away. Also, I hadn’t felt any hardness pressed against my own when I ground myself against him. He’d been completely soft—so soft I couldn’t even really feel his shaft at all.
Gods, I wondered if he’d thought I was attacking him! I didn’t like that idea—I didn’t want him to be afraid of me. I was supposed to be his protector and hadn’t I promised not to treat him like a Catamite earlier?
If only he didn’t smell so fucking good—that was part of the problem right there. His scent was so feminine—almost like a female in heat when I was kissing him. Brutes have extremely sensitive noses and we use our sense of scent almost as much as we use our sight to guide us. And everything about Cass’s scent invited me in.
He can’t fucking help how he smells! I need to try and keep my distance, I told myself firmly. No more touching and definitely no more kissing. No more—
“I’m done.”
I looked up and saw Cass standing in the doorway to the bathroom. His hair was damp and pushed back from his forehead, making his amber eyes look huge and vulnerable. There were droplets of water like tiny jewels beaded in his long, dark lashes. He was wearing a pair of white pajamas with pink flowers on them and clutching his towel to his chest. The look on his face and the way he was nibbling his lower lip said he wasn’t sure what I might do to him.
Unfortunately, I didn’t know myself. The minute I saw him, I wanted to grab him. So much that I had to fist my hands and pin my elbows to my sides to keep from reaching for his slight form.