Page 37 of Baited

“What was that?” he rasps.

“Nothing,” I reply.

He puts his fingers to his lips. “It didn’t seem like nothing. It was your mouth on mine,” he says.

“It was a kiss.”

“A ky-ss?” Blayn still has one hand hooked in my hair.

He doesn’t know what a kiss is.

My stomach does another loop, this time one of joy rather than embarrassment.

“On my planet, it’s what mates do to each other, to show how they feel.”

I’m lifted off my feet, Blayn’s mouth on mine, and his tongue flicks out, I slide mine between his lips, and he groans against me before taking the lead and dominating my mouth, our tongues tangling in a kiss to end all kisses.

“Does that tell you how I feel?” Blayn asks when he releases us, his chest heaving and all of the air stolen from my body.

“I think so,” I pant.

“You make my cocks hard, Izzy,” Blayn says, swirling his hips. “With this ky-ss.”

Oh god, Blayn has absolutely no filter.

“We should go out,” I say, hurriedly. “Out of the pleasure house.”

Which in the grand scheme of ideas is not a great idea, but given the madame will already know what we’ve been doing, I don’t want her to think there’s any further way of manipulating this situation.

If we go out, maybe I can reason with Blayn, tell him we can’t get involved, tell him I need to get away, that I can’t stay at the pleasure house or in Tatatunga any longer.

Tell him this is over before it becomes something I can’t control anymore. Before we both get hurt in too many ways.

BLAYN

Ipace around the room, down the stairs, back to the bed, around the bed, over to the seating area, and do the same again.

How long is she going to be?

Izzy told me she was going to get dressed after I destroyed her clothes, both in the bedroom and later in the pool room. Part of me was rather proud of the destruction, given it meant I got access to her sweet, slick cunt, but from the look on her face, she didn’t want to hear my pleasure, so I instead dipped my head and attempted to ky-ss her again.

I could get used to the ky-ss. It makes my heart lighter than I ever thought it could be.

Without Izzy, my feathers itch, my skin crawls, my wound aches, and I want to tear off the stupid bandage covering it. My stomach alternates between heat and ice.

I need her.

My feathers rise and then clamp back against me. I open my wings, give them an experimental beat, and knock something from a shelf. It falls to the floor and smashes into a million pieces.

“Vrex,” I mutter.

Why is everything in this place so fragile? The only things I broke in the dome were bones.

Where is Izzy? I sweep the remains under the couch with a wing and stride over to the door, wrenching it open.

The passage outside is empty. I pick up sounds throughout the building, some of pleasure and some of…pain?

Snorting, I debate whether to go looking for Izzy or stay here like she told me. I lift my head to scent her, and there is just enough of her in the air I can make my way down the passage. As I near the elevator, I spot the narrow side corridor leading away from the room, and it’s where her scent is stronger, which means I turn down it and keep on walking, my wings brushing the walls.

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