Page 56 of Monster Married
“I need you first,” I blurted out.
“You need me?”
I nodded. “Also, it’s nighttime.” The fog lingering in my head lifted somewhat. “Wait, is Nokim okay? Vergis! Fudge. Is Vergis safe?”
Inkiri clicked. “Nokim is healed without a scar, and Vergis is safe. Why did you think he wouldn’t be, Sadir?”
The memory of that knowledge flooded right back, the images of what could have happened to Vergis, what the Koa Esher would have done to him. “They were going to take him.” I swallowed. “Hurt him. Is there any more water, by any chance?”
“Hold on.” Inkiri fumbled around, and soon I found another bottle pressed to my mouth. This time, I remembered that I could raise my hand and even hold the bottle myself. What a revelation.
“Better?”
“Yes, much. Thanks.”
“Hmm. Tell me how you feel, Sadir?” He ran his hands over my body, not in the way I wanted, just checking I was all there and real, not some sort of cruel dream.
“Horny.”
“Do you know you were unconscious for close to three days?” Inkiri didn’t sound mad as such. It was more like he was saying, do you know you worried me sick, and while it’s nice that you’re horny, I was, as I mentioned, worried sick, and how dare you be horny? He sounded a tiny bit judgmental, to be frank.
Well, maybe I deserved that. I was on my back, but I turned until my face rested against his chest. “Didn’t know that. Didn’t keep time.” I nuzzled his chest, frustrated by all the clothes. “I had to heal from the magic, just like last time. Sorry. I wanted to let you know you shouldn’t be that worried, but I couldn’t do anything.”
“Sadir.” Inkiri’s arms closed around me.
The rain picked up, and there was yet another of those movie moments. I pushed myself up on my elbows, but that was too much for my exhausted body to handle, and my muscles trembled right away. I collapsed on Inkiri’s chest.
“What do you want, Sadir?” he asked, so tenderly.
“I want you. Just, uhm…I won’t be an active participant, but I need you. Feel you. Inside.” It didn’t make sense for someone who’d just woken up from being out for that long, but the desire for Inkiri was so intense that my skin heated up and my blood rushed south right away. It was as if I’d been made to wait for this, like the season’s first snow or the first buds of spring, and now I couldn’t wait to have it.
His clicks went down an octave. “You’re a dream. I fell asleep holding you, and now I’m dreaming you are healed and awake and demanding my cock.”
I punched his pec, and he growled, but didn’t even flinch. “That feel like a dream to you?”
His careful fingers came to rest against the inside of my wrist. “I’m not sure.”
My boner needed immediate attention. At the very back of my brain, I knew this lust was…not usual, and that it probably had to do with whatever magic I had done, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted to get fucked by my monster husband. I wanted to tell my mate to ravish me and make me cry out loud, but that would be a bit too smutty. Gran’s ghost might haunt me if I ever said anything like that.
I moved my hand down to his crotch and let my forehead rest against the pillow or sleeping bag we were on. Holding it up was too much work.
“Put this in me.” I squeezed. It was a relief to know he was also pretty ready for this. I might’ve felt bad if that hadn’t been the case. I might have felt worse if he’d started seeing me as some sort of invalid, which, come to think of it, was just another reason never to do magic or anything to do with magic again. Magic was bad for my health. I was going to abstain from here on out.
“Sadir.” Inkiri’s voice sounded strained.
He rolled us both, and I felt much better about lying on my back. He was above me, hardly putting any of his weight on me. I felt his warmth though, the heat of his body, his breath against my lashes.
Inkiri’s mouth descended on my throat and neck, licking, tasting, cherishing. He ended with a human kiss, his rough tongue exploring where I could only meet it with lacking finesse.
I fumbled first with his pants and then with my own. I was still wearing bagu clothing, so I got one knot open on my own pants, but that was all I could do. I was still sluggish and clumsy.
“Rory.” Inkiri spoke close to my ear over the sound of the rain. “Are you very sure you want this? Now?”
“Mmm, yes.” I turned my head so I could rub my cheek against his. I’d never had much in terms of beard growth, but someone had shaved me. “Listen, I’m not the kind of guy who goes camping. Outside. In a tent. And you, sir, took me camping. Outside. In a tent. You need to work for me to forgive you for that, and I think you can start by giving me your barb.” I turned and kissed his cheek. “Seriously, a tent?”
“There is a reason. I’ll tell you later.”
I considered making him tell me now, but then he got our pants open and moved on to my shirt, and I sort of forgot all of it.
