Something jerked against her leg, breaking her train of thought. Something hard…and long.
It happened again—a pulse, almost. Something hard was pulsing underneath his pants.
It took her a few moments to realize just what it might be and then she was freezing, not because he’d asked her to but because she was in shock.
Holy hell.
He was hard.
Shit, that was right. Human males got morning wood. Apparently alien males did, too?
Shit.
Turning her wide eyes to stare at the underside of his wing, she waited for him to say something. She couldn’t meet his gaze. Not when she was pressing against it.
But he didn’t continue speaking.
As a matter of fact, he was so very silent she could hear her own breaths coming out of her nose.
Shiiiit.
What should she do?
Should she pretend it wasn’t there? Should she acknowledge it? And if so, how? How does one acknowledge the presence of penis...dick...what should she even call it?
The thoughts were making her embarrassment grow but she didn’t dare move.
Another twitch against her leg made her stiffen again. Maybe it was the fact she was still underneath his wings but the long, hard rod pressing against her was so incredibly warm. As it twitched again, she felt herself respond. Between her thighs, she could feel the start of arousal in her clit.
Shit.
Noo.
She was getting turned on by this? It couldn’t get more embarrassing. At least he wouldn’t know. Right? He wasn’t like a wolf or something. He couldn’t smell her scent and know she was getting worked up at the feel of him.
It was in times like this that she wished she was more experienced in such things. Then she could do what was appropriate rather than sit still and awkward.
Clearing her throat, she opened her mouth to speak but Kyris beat her to it.
“It is daylight. I must find you food.”
Good. Something to take her mind off the fact that she could feel his man parts and the fact that her female parts were so sex-starved the little jerks were making her horny.
“Should—” She cleared her throat. “Shouldn’t we be heading toward the outpost? I don’t eat much and I’m not hungry. We can get going. No need to hunt.”
He took a while to respond and she wondered if what she’d said had somehow offended him. She knew nothing of his customs.
Still, she refrained from looking up at him and again she wished she had more experience dealing with men.
Was it customary for one to do something or say something when confronted by morning wood in his culture?
When he didn’t reply after a few heartbeats, she risked an upward glance.
“The outpost. Shouldn’t we be heading there? I don’t eat much. I can live on the food packets.”
His face was set, his jawbone moving, as if he was thinking about something.
Maybe she had offended him.
Oops.
“Have I said something? If I’ve offended you in any way, I—”
When his gaze hit her, the intensity in those violet circles cut her off. There was no anger or annoyance in his eyes.
“You didn’t upset me, huma…Song.” He paused. “We cannot head to the outpost. Not yet.”
That made a frown knit across her forehead.
“Why not?”
He seemed to contemplate his words for a second before he answered. “I will not travel while you are ill.”
It was her turn to contemplate his words.
She wasn’t ill but the headache she’d had from the day before was still there. She didn’t know how he knew that.
“I’m fine, truly.”
“I do not believe you are.” His wings slowly unfurled and the coolness of the cave hit her immediately.
“I will retrieve food. You must remain here, in the cave. I will return.”
Taking that as indication that he was about to rise, Song eased off him and sat with her back against the cave wall, keeping her gaze high.
“I can’t help with the food gathering?”
“No.” His answer was gruff, a little too gruff, in a tone she hadn’t heard from him in the past. But before she could reply or even think of it, he emptied the sack that was on the other side of the cave, opened the barrier, and left.
Song stared at the barrier in silence.
Was he angry at her? What had she said or done?
Maybe she should have acknowledged the dick.
He’d lied to her.
He hated the taste it left in his mouth, but what choice did he have?
Flapping his wings, the harsh downward thrust of air propelled him forward and upward.
Her being ill wasn’t the reason for him not continuing the trek to the outpost.
It wasn’t the reason at all.
But he needed more time with her. Time alone. Time to think.
Last night had been...beautiful. It had given him such pleasure...more than he’d anticipated.
He’d laid there for hours, his cock straining against his trousers, wanting to be touched as her soft body had nestled against his.
He’d reveled in the feel of her body rising and falling rhythmically as she slept.
She’d felt so right.
It had been nothing like the times he’d comforted her while on the Isclit ship. This time had been different.
This time, she hadn’t been leaking from her eyes all night. This time, she’d been nestled so peacefully against him, as if she was meant to be there.
She was meant to be there.
Everything about it had felt so right.
But now, he’d lied to her.
He couldn’t tell her that he planned to keep her away from the outpost for as long as it took to win her hearts. What would she think of him if she knew the truth?
Surely, she would try to run away.
Surely, he would lose her before even really having a chance to be with her.
Thumping his wings once more as disgust at himself swelled within him, he rose higher into the air.
What he was doing was wrong and he hated himself for it.
He was...deceiving her.
But this wasn’t about honor.
Even now, the thought of her sweet feminine smell wafting up into his nostrils was making it difficult to focus on flying
