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It sounded like she was convincing herself rather than me, and I absolutely wasn’t going to take her up on it. If Meera and I everwent any further, it would be because she wanted to more than anything. Because she was willing and desperate and eager for it, and I’d give her everything she wanted.

But we weren’t there yet.

“Will you make yourself come for me? It’s your arousal that feeds me, not mine.”

“That’s all? You just want me to get myself off?”

I hesitated. “I think we have be touching somehow for the power to transfer between us. We can just hold hands or something—”

“Can you sit up?”

My upper body rose like I was being pulled by invisible strings, and Meera shyly shifted to sit between my legs, facing away from me. She swallowed thickly before leaning back against me, her soft hair tickling my jaw.

“Could you put your arms around me?” she asked tentatively.

Slowly, so as not to startle her, I banded my arms around her waist. Her full breasts sat heavily on my forearm, and took a deep, steadying breath to keep my body language relaxed when relaxed was the last thing I felt.

“That’s nice,” Meera murmured. “But only because it’s you. I don’t usually like feeling constrained.”

I loosened my grip slightly, worried it was too much, and Meera made a faint noise of disapproval. “No, I liked it. Come back.”

Come back.

I will. Every time you ask me to.

Chapter 17

As I draped my legs over Verner’s thighs, really putting myself on display, though fortunately there was no one in front of me, I wasn’t entirely sure how we’d gotten here but I wasn’t upset in the least that this was where we’d ended up.

Well, Iwasupset that Verner had nearly died. I hadn’t even considered whether he was at full strength before we’d left for the human realm, and how taxing it would be on him to make the journey.

“I’m sorry I nearly killed you,” I breathed, which wasn’t the sexiest thing to say while I was circling my clit with my middle finger, but what did I know about being sexy, honestly?

My hand was still faintly sticky from Verner’s cum, and the reminder made my pussyache. It wasn’t like I never experienced arousal—I definitely did, and I always took care of it myself. Butit was never like this. Never this all-encompassing, never thisfierce. Like if I didn’t come, I might actually perish.

“Don’t think about that,” Verner murmured, squeezing me gently as I arched back against him. “Think about how good you feel right now.”

I hummed in agreement, though I was struck with the faint urge to tell him off for being bossy. Whether it was the need for control or just a kink, I wasn’t sure. But I wanted to be in charge.

“I do feel very good,” I whispered, sliding my finger inside me to drag my wetness up to my clit. Thesoundit made was sexy and appalling all at once. Verner had seemed to think that it was normal, but I was still a little alarmed by this new development in my anatomy. Then I remembered how thick and firm his knot had felt under my hand, and decided not to judge it too hastily.

“I’m desperate to taste you,” Verner rasped, his voice low and needy in my ear.

“Next time,” I replied breathily, not feeling quite confident enough for that. “Is there going to be a next time?”

“Meera, my love,” he whispered, holding me a little closer. “Haven’t you realized yet that I adore you? Whenever you want me, I am yours.”

I came with a soft cry, biting down on my lower lip to try contain the sound. Touching myself had felt good, but hearing those words had felt so much better. It seemed stupid in hindsight that I hadn’t told him how I’d felt about him earlier. That I’d waited until we were in the human realm where he couldn’t even reply to me.

“Someone’s coming,” Verner said suddenly, scrambling to his feet and hauling me up with him. I snatched the clothes I’d shed hastily, and suddenly we were moving as Verner dragged us back through the in-between, into the parked van.

I landed with a thud on the ground, my bare ass hitting the cold floor. While I was glad we hadn’t been caught, it was a pretty abrupt end to my orgasm.

Verner hovered, his arms around me as though he was still holding me in his physical embrace, and I burst out laughing, hoping he saw humor in our precarious situation too.

“We didn’t think this through at all,” I giggled, high off orgasms, half naked, and a sticky mess. It was also a lot colder here, and my sweatshirt was now covered in Shade cum. The way Verner was drifting back and forth made me wonder if he was fretting about it—it was difficult to tell with just the vaguest inclination of body language to go on.

“It’s fine. I’ve got this,” I assured him. The van wasn’t entirely empty—Harlow had mentioned that she occasionally had to do some long-distance drives for the Hunters, and I dug through a duffel bag and the supplies tucked into the wall storage with a silent apology to her for rifling through her stuff.

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