Page 33 of Primal Call

Every fiber of his being urged him to pull Jasper closer, to let the human's intoxicating scent surround him completely. To wrap himself around that fragile body and keep Jasper safe, to stake his claim and never let him go.

Without fully realizing it, Kyral found himself leaning closer, the space between them shrinking until he could feel Jasper's breath warm against his skin.

Jasper looked up, those blue eyes widening in surprise. For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. Then Kyral lifted a hand, brushing his fingers against Jasper's cheek. The touch was light, exploratory, as if trying to memorize the texture of human skin.

Jasper leaned into the touch, and that small gesture undid Kyral completely. Before he knew it, he was closing the distance, pressing his lips gently against Jasper's.

The kiss was tentative at first, a mere brush of mouths testing the waters. Jasper responded with equal curiosity, tilting his head to find a better angle. Their lips moved together, soft and exploratory. Kyral felt a surge of heat coursing through him, a mix of longing and something deeper he couldn't name.

Kyral's hand slid to the back of Jasper's neck, pulling him closer. He deepened the kiss, savoring the taste and texture of Jasper's lips. It was intoxicating in a way that made his head spin, every touch sending sparks through him.

Kyral felt Jasper's hands settle on his shoulders. Each touch sent shivers down his spine. He wanted to memorize every inch of Jasper, to hold onto this moment for as long as possible.

But even as he lost himself in the kiss, a voice in the back of his mind whispered caution.

All things are temporary. This connection, this attraction — it would end.

Whatever must happen, must happen, he told himself with a growl.

Kyral's hands tightened on Jasper's waist, as if grounding himself in that simple truth.

Just enjoy this while you can.

Chapter fourteen

Holy shit.

Jasper's breath hitched as Kyral's lips pressed against his, the heat of their kiss contrasting with the cold air outside. Snow fell gently, painting the world in white, but inside their makeshift shelter, everything was warm.

Kyral's hands roamed Jasper's body with a confidence that sent shivers down his spine. Jasper groaned, arching into the touch. It felt surreal, almost dreamlike, but the sensations were too vivid to be anything but real.

Emboldened by the moment, Jasper let his hands wander over Kyral's broad chest. The Borraq's skin was as warm as the rest of him, taut over rippling muscles. Jasper's fingers traced the lines of old scars, feeling the stories etched into Kyral's body.

With a smile playing on his lips, Jasper pulled back slightly and met Kyral's intense gaze. "You know, I've always been curious about Borraq anatomy. Strictly for medical purposes, of course."

Kyral growled softly in response, his eyes darkening with desire and a hint of amusement. "Is that so?"

"Yeah." Jasper grinned, feeling bolder than ever. He began to explore Kyral more deliberately now, pretending to be an inquisitive medic conducting an examination. His hands moved over Kyral's muscular chest with faux innocence. "If one has an interest in comparative anatomy, it's all really very fascinating…"

His hands roamed up from Kyral's chest, along the lines of his neck, to brush against his horns. "Like… here," Jasper murmured, fingers stroking lightly against the base of Kyral's horns.

The reaction was immediate — Kyral's breath hitched and his grip on Jasper tightened. Jasper chuckled softly. "See? Very interesting."

As Jasper’s hands traveled lower, he could feel Kyral getting more and more pent up under his touch. When his fingers finally brushed against Kyral’s two hard cocks, both standing erect with need, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of power and curiosity.

"And these," Jasper said playfully, his voice husky with arousal. "Very different."

Kyral let out a low growl that vibrated through both of them. The combination of need and frustration in that sound sent a jolt of excitement through Jasper’s entire body. "Are you having fun?"

"Yes," Jasper laughed. The boundary between their races seemed to dissolve in the heat of their shared desire, right here by the fire amidst falling snow.

Jasper pressed his hands against Kyral's broad chest, urging him to lie back down. Kyral complied, his golden eyes watching Jasper intently. Straddling Kyral's lap, Jasper felt a surge of anticipation course through him. He let his hands trail down, teasingly light, until they reached Kyral's lap. When he tugged his pants down, Kyral's twin cocks were both already slick with precome.

It took every ounce of self-control Jasper had to keep pretending to be a curious medic, instead of losing control. "Fascinating," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly.

His fingers traced the contours of Kyral's cocks, exploring their length and girth with deliberate slowness. The Borraq's breath hitched, his muscles tensing beneath Jasper's touch.

"You're really something," Jasper said, trying to sound clinical but failing to mask the desire in his tone. He felt a thrill at seeing Kyral fight for control, the usually stoic warrior reduced to a quivering mess under his hands.

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