“I really should have asked questions before we went this far, shouldn’t I?” I murmured wryly, eyeing the glowing bite mark on Xylo’s neck. “Did it hurt?”
He shook his head. “It brings me great pleasure to feel pleasure from you. In fact, I need it. It is an instinctive need to want to please you.”
“But what if I want to make you feel good?”
I slid closer to him and traced the glowing nebula on his chest. The velvety-soft skin stretched taut over hard muscle, delicious beneath my fingertips. My hands roamed to the “V” patterns along his face, carefully tracing them.
He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.
My hands continued their journey down his neck and back across the center of his chest. The velvety skin faded into the overlapping cool scales. Though he wasn’t a member of the Warrior Class, his body was sleek and muscular, and his temperature was lower than mine, so he felt cool to the touch. It was a soothing cool and fit his sleek form.
When I’d fallen asleep curled up on him last night, cocooned in the blanket, his temperature had balanced mine and prevented me from overheating. It was an unexpected but delightful discovery.
“You know what your patterns remind me of?” I asked, tracing a glowing green and blue swirl above his left waist petal.
“No. What?”
Pinching the edge of the left waist petal with my hands, I was surprised by its rigidity. I pushed lightly, testing its flexibility and was surprised when it sprang back immediately.
“They remind me of space. Your body is a canvas of nebulas and galaxies. Seeing them glow in the dark makes it that much more spectacular to look at.”
“I can feel you tell the truth, but no one has ever said such things to me. Quite the opposite.”
I pulled my hands away.
“Well, they don’t matter. You’re mine now, and I think you’re gorgeous. Now turn over.”
He opened his eyes and looked at me for a moment before flipping onto his stomach. His vines lay loosely along his body, their tips trembling. I rolled on top of him, sliding a leg across his hips, settling on his waist petal. Sitting up, I traced his spine from the neck down to the apex of my legs with one finger.
He shivered. His petal-wings fluttered in response.
I traced a hand along the base of each vine, feeling the difference between the texture of his scales and the smoothness of his vines. Sliding farther up his back to his shoulder blades, I traced the edge of his petal-wings, then massaged the muscles where they attached to his back.
He moaned.
“What are your petal-wings for?”
It took him a moment to respond.
“Primarily for attracting a nestqueen, but they are also used to collect dew in the mornings or rainwater when required for drinking. Walking in any sort of wind can be hard, so we have to use our vines to secure them to our backs.”
Smiling, I leaned forward and ran my hands down his spine. I lowered my lips, dropping a gentle kiss on the back of his neck.
He gasped.
“Selena?”
Pressing my breasts against his back, I whispered in his left ear. “Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“Exploring what is mine,” I purred, gliding my hands through his grassy hair.
I sat back up, pulling one of his vines up with me. I slid my hands along its length and brought the tip to my lips. I blew across the flower, and he jerked beneath me. Smiling, I placed my lips over its petaled tip and sucked, running my tongue underneath.
“Selena!”
“You aren’t the only one who tastes good,” I teased, the corners of my lips curling up as they wrapped around his vine.
A moan escaped him as I sucked and lapped the tip. He shuddered as my tongue delved between the petals.
His responses stoked my own arousal. I felt my core growing wetter and wriggled my hips, rubbing against his back in an attempt to create more friction.
He noticed my arousal and the vine in my mouth surged deeper, nearly making me choke. The other five slid around my hips and thighs, pulling my legs wider, flowered tips running across my nether lips. Moisture pooled between my legs, and my juices began coating my thighs. His vines grew frenzied as they lapped at my essence. My body trembled violently as hard shivers of desire raced up my spine.
I moaned and rocked forward, struggling to get closer still.
One of his vines pushed inside me and I shuddered, collapsing against his back. I gripped his mossy shoulders, needing something solid to anchor me.
My hard nipples pressed against him, rubbing erotically against his scales with each shuddering breath I took.
I could feel the vine inside rubbing lightly as it suctioned along my walls, and my center contracted, trying to grip it tighter.
I needed more.
A second vine entered as a third latched itself onto my clit.
My body shook with need.
I sucked harder on the vine in my mouth, and he shivered beneath me with a groan.
The vine on my clit sucked harder. I moaned as the two inside me rubbed against my inner walls, sucking kisses hitting that sensitive spot inside me as I felt myself teetering on the edge.
“Please, oh Stars, please...”
One of the vines thrust deeper, latching onto my cervix as the other sucked hard on my clit. I screamed as I shattered around him.
My vision blurred as I heard Xylo’s low groan of satisfaction.
Chapter Twenty-Three Selena
Warmth surrounded me as I woke. My head rested on something soft. Cracking an eye, the light coming through the curtains told me it was morning. I was tucked against Xylo’s side, his arm holding me close, our legs tangled, his vines enclosing us
