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She huffed a laugh against my throat, then turned her head to press a soft kiss there. "I've never met someone so straightforward in all my life. It's… refreshing. You're amazing, you know that right?"

I scoffed. "I don't know about all of that. Repressed, more likely. But I've been given freedom. It would be a waste to squander it, don't you think?" I grinned. "After all, I've got a lot of lost time to make up for. Adventures to have. Wonderful new things to experience."

She pulled me down to her again, her lips caressing mine, softly at first, then more demanding, the flick of her tongue teasing and inviting. "I've wanted you for so long," she whispered against my lips. "I want to taste you every day. Be as possessive and demanding as all the rest. You have no idea how hard it has been to behave and be the reasonable one."

I chased her lips, stealing another lingering kiss before I spoke. "Maybe you should stop behaving," I whispered. "Stop being reasonable."

Martina let out a playful little growl and nipped at my shoulder. "If our omega queen insists."

I shook my head at the ridiculous title, but didn't comment, focused on removing layers of clothing instead. I tossed the loose fae shirt aside and Martina's warm hands ghosted over my sides, coming up to cup my breasts through my thin camisole. "You have the loveliest tits," she purred, dragging the straps of the camisole down until my breasts were on full display. "Delicious."

I let my head fall back, my hands coming to rest on her head, fingers skimming across the close-cropped hair at the base of her skull as I held her close. The wet heat of her mouth on my skin was pure bliss. The way she swirled her tongue around my aching nipples made me shudder and gasp. Then she was easing the rest of my clothing off, pulling the camisole down with my pants and underwear and tossing them somewhere.

Random piles of clothes were a trip hazard when you were blind. But at the moment, I couldn't care less. I made my way to the bed and crawled to the middle, then sat back against the pile of pillows at the headboard, holding my arms out in invitation.

Martina was there in an instant, her powerful, sculpted body sliding against mine as she crawled up to kiss me. I stroked one hand down her back, then lower, to knead a deliciously muscular cheek. My other hand stroked over her small, pert breast. She felt so beautiful in my hands. And she made me feel beautiful as well. Like the queen she had called me earlier. We fit perfectly together, as her smaller body covered mine, one strong thigh slipping between my own, both of us groaning at the teasing pressure that created in all the right places.

She pressed kisses along my neck and down to my collar bone, and I sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling a bit less confident. "I don't know what I'm doing," I said honestly. "Help me, please?"

Martina kissed the edge of my jaw as she sat up to straddle my hips. "Robin is the only woman you've ever been with, isn't she?"

I nodded, refusing to feel embarrassed. "Yes, and…"

"The dragon's parts are quite a bit different than mine," Martina continued, taking mercy on me. "Don't worry," she soothed, drawing a tickling finger down the center of my chest and to my belly button. "I'm built pretty much like you are. Familiar terrain. Though I don't clutch like a witch. I've never been with a witch to experience that firsthand, but… I've heard about it."

I huffed. "It's frustrating," I complained. "Always slowing things down."

Martina laughed. "Oh, you're so cute when you pout. But don't worry, sweetheart. I don't' have a dick. So, we won't be glued together. I can torment you without stopping."

I barked a laugh at that, embarrassingly loud. Then I pressed my lips to hers again to cover my awkwardness. She was right earlier, I supposed, it was probably strange how I just asked things. But I had learned that everyone in this court genuinely wanted to know what I was thinking, what I wanted and needed. And that was liberating. It made me brave enough to ask for guidance when I needed it. And no one yet had ever made me feel wrong for that. Martina was no different. She slid off me, stretching out so we lay side by side, facing each other. Then she drew my hand down to the vee between her legs, urging me to explore.

She was right. Despite her being a shifter, our anatomy was the same. I stroked my fingers through her close-cropped curls and along her folds, gathering her wetness before swirling my finger around her clit. She sighed and arched into my touch. "Okay?" I asked, though from the way her body pressed into my hand, I knew the answer.

"Absolutely," she purred, nuzzling my neck and pressing a kiss below my ear as she caressed my breast. "I'll let you know if you do something I don't like. And you do the same for me, okay? Even if we're built the same, not everyone likes the all the same things."

I murmured my agreement, but what little nervousness I'd had was already being rapidly overcome by desire and wonder. It was so different having Martina in my arms. She was soft and sensitive, as I'd come to expect from my encounters with the one other woman I'd had in my bed. But the flavor of their lovemaking was so different in this largely intangible way. Much like my interactions with all of my other lovers. Wonder and love bloomed inside me as I drank her in. Before my time with the rebel court, I never could have imagined the beautiful variety of pleasure and passion that existed in the world.

"I want to taste you," I told her, leaning in to kiss her deeply, then pulling back to wait for permission. "Can I?"

Martina chuckled, low and throaty. "You don't have to ask, Ru. I've been dreaming of that for months."

I laughed against her lips, then pressed her onto her back, trailing kisses along her angular jaw to her throat. She moaned and tilted her head to give me better access, shivering a little, and I smiled against her skin. "Does the chupacabra have a neck fetish?" I teased.

She gripped my hips to keep me where I was. "Maybe. Does that bother you?"

I answered her by sinking my teeth lightly into the soft skin of her neck, loving the way she gasped beneath me. This strong, no-nonsense powerhouse of a woman was putty in my hands, and I loved it. I kissed the spot I had just bitten, then licked a long line up the side of her throat before biting her again, harder this time. "Ru!" she gasped, "You're evil."

I moved lower, interspersing soft, lingering kisses with light nips and bites. I had a feeling Martina had more than a neck fetish. She was a chupacabra after all. She proved me right, squirming and muttering praise and threats as I worked my way downward toward my goal, biting here and there as I went.

Eventually, I settled between her thighs, sliding my hands over the smooth skin of her inner thighs and parting them. I kissed my way up one thigh so I could find my way without fumbling. I didn't often bemoan my blindness—it was just part of who I was—but at that moment, I wished I could see more than vague shadows. I wished I could see her spread out before me like a feast. But I made do with sensation, kissing my way to where I needed to be, then swiping my tongue over her damp flesh in a light tease that made her squirm before I finally settled in.

I had never done this before, but I had certainly been on the receiving end enough to have some idea of what felt good. So, I did what I knew I liked, and trusted that Martina would guide me if she wanted something different. Her breath came in soft pants as I worked up a good pace, flicking my tongue over her clit in that way that always drove me mad. Her hands tangled in my hair, and she murmured encouragement.

"More?" I asked, pausing to press a kiss to her thigh as I drew a finger over her wet folds in suggestion.

"Fuck yes, please," she demanded, lifting her hips restlessly.

I grinned and slowly slid a finger inside her while I went back to worshipping her with my mouth. She bucked against my hand, her grip on my hair getting tighter, more demanding. I added another finger and she groaned.

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