Page 52 of Guarded By the Vodnik

She got up fluidly, turning to the bath. I came closer to watch her, but I was still outside, a voyeur skulking by the door. She washed her hands under the cold spray, because there had never been hot water here, and then cupped some in her hand and brought it between her legs.

I jolted into action.

“I’ll do it.”

She straightened and looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark. “Okay.”

I stood right behind her, my cock nestling against her lower back until its curve molded into the exact shape of her spine. Holding her close, I reached for the spray that thudded metallically against the bath and wet my fingers, winding my tentacles around her legs to push them further apart.

Zoe’s breath hitched as she widened her stance. I brought my wet hand between her legs and gently glided it up her inner thighs first as I buried my face in her neck and breathed her in.

“Oh, I should wash,” she said, shivering. “I’ve been cooking in that suit for hours, I must smell…

“Perfect,” I broke in harshly, licking a long strip up the side of her nape. “Good enough to eat.”

She shivered, and I reached for more water, sliding my fingers over her without parting her first. I licked the place where her collarbone met her shoulder, and then pushed my face closer to her armpit and breathed in.

“Vodyan,” she choked out, sounding dismayed.

“Perfect,” I repeated, wetting my hand again. “Everything you are is perfect.”

This time, I parted her gently and slid my wet, warm fingers over her hot skin. She was so soft here, so eager. I mapped her out, learning her shape, attuned to her reactions. When I circled her opening with the pads of my fingers, she sighed softly. When I went higher up the side, she gasped, and so I explored that place until I found it.

Here was that small, pulsing part of her, swollen and needy. I ran my finger over it in an exploratory circle, and she sagged against me with a trembling sigh.

“I used to be very selfish,” I whispered, rubbing her clit in thorough, soothing circles and watching to see if she liked it. “And now, I’ll have to learn everything, because I am determined, Zoe.”

She swallowed audibly before asking, “Determined about what?”

“Making you come so many times, you’ll never want another cock but mine.”

She cried out, her body tensing. I brought my slick hand up to my mouth and sucked my fingers into my mouth. She looked at me with wide, awed eyes, turning to face me.

“You really are good enough to eat,” I murmured without a smile, looking into her eyes. “Can I eat you?”

She stilled, her jaw going slack. There was a beat of startled silence, and then I grinned, baring my sharp teeth with a low laugh.

“Psych,” I said, cupping the back of her head to angle her face up. “No breathy little ‘okay’ this time, ah? Kiss me, you sweet thing.”

I didn’t wait for her response as I claimed her mouth in a deep, thirsty kiss. I did want to eat her, or something that felt like that. She had to be mine, all of her. It was like I’d waited my whole life for her to appear, my unabashed, beautiful, trusting Zoe, and all my pent-up need now focused on her.

It scared me, but it was also inevitable. Even if I knew how, I wouldn’t stop it.

“It’s all your fault,” I said, kissing down her neck until she trembled and moaned, her fingers clutching my scales. “I had it all handled but then you came in and broke it all to pieces. And now you have me, for better or worse. Now you have me.”

“I don’t understand!” she choked out, squirming in my hold.

“It’s okay. You will,” I promised, kissing back up to her mouth. “Are you on birth control?”

She nodded frantically, and my greedy heart thumped with disappointment. But if not now then another time.

“I got a shot. It’s good for one more month.”

She wouldn’t get any more.

“I’m clean,” I kissed into her skin.

I got tested every month one week after my sex appointment. It was a rigorous part of my regimen.

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