Page 90 of My Summer Girl

Chapter Thirty-Six

Vex

Vaina Loca – Ozuna, Manuel Turizo

Her body is unreal. There is a sense of anticipation in every move she makes once I’m gone. I don’t wait for either of them to vacate the tub, knowing they’ll do as they’re told.

Sitting on the chaise lounge in the room, I wait for them, tapping my fingers patiently against my trousers. After satiating my intense hunger earlier, it’s easier to not appear like I’m uncouth.

Dulce is the first to come out, her thighs glistening with water as she makes her way toward me. Her eyes roam over my bare chest, and I love the way her expression is filled with awe. I’ve yet to clean her blood from it, unwilling to erase that part of our reunion. There’s something hedonistic within blood exchange and consumption.

Especially where she’s involved.

Raevar trails behind her, his hulking frame towering like the giant he is. It’s easy to see how he enraptured my mate. If you were ever concerned with being unprotected, he embodies that nature of someone who would destroy the world for you. Zero questions asked.

He’s a soft sage shade of green, brighter than pastel but not as saturated as blades of grass. Despite his slender waist, he has a strong and muscular upper body, with wide shoulders. Not as lithe as me, but not as large as all the Orukna I’ve met in my lifetime.

As our gazes connect, a cold sensation spreads across my body, triggered by the fear evident in his eyes. I don’t get cold, not unless I’ve abstained from blood consumption for too long. After taking from Dulce, I’m all warm and toasty. This response stems from a strong aversion to fear.

Rather than doing what I planned, I stand. My body hums the nearer our bodies get. Dulce turns to look at Raev, but my body blocks him. As I observe his physique, I admire his well-defined muscles that clearly reflect his hard work.

As I examine his chest, my gaze lingers on his semi-erect state, taking note of the marks. They’re the same color as the darker peach skin between Dulce’s thighs.

Our gazes meet, his throat bobbing with jumpy energy. I don’t hesitate to lean forward and ask the burning question inside me.

“Can I touch you, poppet?” My voice comes out a lot deeper than intended, almost sensual to even my own ears. We won’t be fucking. Like with Vera, a connection has only begun. And fostering that is of the utmost importance. His expression morphs, and instead of nerves, it’s full caution and wariness. His eyebrows dip and his forehead wrinkles as he offers a nod. “Words,” I demand.

“Y-yes,” he awkwardly stumbles.

A smirk plays at my lips, and I shake my head with humor fueling me. “You can call me Sir or Vex when we’re in a scene.”

His eyes dilate with the words as he licks his lips. Whether it was consciously or not, I trace the movement with apt attention.

“Tell me you understand.” I step closer, knowing Dulce is probably trying to see around me. This moment is for him and me, and to offer trust.

“I understand,” he murmurs quietly, and when I go to correct him, he quickly fixes it. “Sir.”

“Very good. Seems you’re a quick learner. Much better than my naughty dove over there,” I croon, noticing the shudder that runs through him with the honorifics. Like my little dove, he enjoys praise. “Can you give me a word that you’d like to use if anything we do is too much?”

His eyes trace me, as if committing this moment to memory. “Nomás,” he answers. Dulce snickers from behind me and luckily for them both, I know this phrase.

“No more is good,” I approve, closing the distance between our feet. Now we stand chest to chest and unlike I worried, he doesn’t pull away or flinch. “Are there things you’re not comfortable with trying?”

“I’ve never—” he pauses, running a hand through his wet hair. “—done anything like this.”

I nod approvingly. “Thank you for your honesty, poppet,” I appreciate openly, bringing my hand to touch his chin. His body shudders again at the contact, and there’s no denying the familiar way his skin feels against mine. “We’ll start out slow with our mate, and go from there.”

The moment our leaves my mouth, his eyes soften. She’s ours. His, mine, and Vera’s. There’s no denying the obvious, and no part of me has the desire to do so. Was it a rocky and wild start? Yes. Do I think we need to discuss his part in her disappearance? Yes. However, I’ve missed my dove, and they both seem to need this.

“Dove,” I coo, blindly reaching behind me. “Raevar wants to show you something.” His body freezes, his back stiffening. She comes around me, her eyes glancing at mine before meeting his.

He swallows again. Poor lad looks terrified. I try to ease that by trailing my hand down his throat and resting it against his chest.

Craning down to look at our girl, he leans into her. “You’re my mate.” Her head bobs, acknowledging something she’s already known. She may not realize what it means to Orukna, but there’s no denying the sparks that fly when they’re close.

He shakes his head, needing her to understand. Big palms grip her jaw, worshipping every inhale she takes. “You’re my fated, mi salvavidas.” She peers at me with a raised eyebrow, emotion cloying to surface. Then her hands settle on his chest, shaking, but purposeful. One covers mine, closing the connection.

“While I don’t know what a fated mate entails,” she whispered, her grin massive and enamored. “I know you’re mine too. Mi caballero.”

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